He Dahai will always be the image of a sloppy uncle in Li Yundao's mind, and he looks even more sloppy at the moment when his arms are tied and hung in the air. Before that, the old man who was a master of torture in the KGB had tried hundreds of methods to torture this big man, who was once regarded as "Peter" by the Russian mafia.

"Ahem...... cough ......" he struggled to let out a faint coughing sound, each vibration of his lungs causing severe pain, and he knew that he had broken at least four ribs. Maybe this is retribution!" He smiled bitterly in his heart, and every now and then he heard a voice as he stepped into this land covered with snow.

The voice said, Victor, this is my favorite vodka, share only with my best brother.

The voice said, "Victor, that woman is beautiful and I like it very much, but if you like it too, I'm willing to give it to you, because you're my brother."

The voice said, Victor, they said you were a spy sent by the Chinese, I don't know if the old guy believes it or not, anyway, I don't believe it.

The voice said, "Victor, if I had to die, I'd rather die at your hands, because you're my brother."

That snowy winter, the vodka in Moscow was as hot as ever, gulping alcohol, eating meat, money, and women...... The young man with red hair put his arm around his shoulders and sang a forbidden song that was once banned by Soviet Russia, holding an AK47 in one hand and a beautiful woman in the other......

Yes, it's my brother! He Dahai muttered, brother, motherland, woman, cough ...... Cough......

The iron door of the dungeon creaked to meet the light, and he couldn't see who was coming, but for some reason, he knew who was coming.

Sergei walked slowly towards him, and his spotlessly polished leather shoes stepped on the wheat straw on the ground, and approached step by step.

He looked at him, and he struggled to open his swollen eyes to look at him.

Sergei, who is regarded as the "godfather" by the Russian mafia, stepped forward two more sentences, and despite the blood stains on that face, he reached out and gently stroked his cheek several times with his fingers.

"Actually, if you really die that day, it will be the most perfect. Sergei smiled, like a kind old father.

He Dahai looked at him for a long time before he said in Russian: "I'm sorry." ”

Sergei seemed to be smiling, he knew where He Dahai's apology came from. He withdrew his fingers, took out a white handkerchief inlaid with gold wire from his pocket, wiped his fingers, paused, and picked up the handkerchief to help He Dahai wipe the blood on his face: "Except for you and Xiao Piqiu, no one knows what happened that day." "Little Piqiu, yes, this is the nickname he gave when little Sergei was born, but this name has not been said from his mouth for a long time, and he blurted out at this time, and he himself is actually a little unaccustomed to it.

He Dahai looked at him and smiled miserably: "I'm sorry." ”

Again, those two words.

I'm sorry.

The starting point is different, the position is different, the purpose is different, even if there is really brotherhood, in the final analysis, it is still different.

"This season, it's the little ball's favorite, isn't it?" Sergei smiled suddenly, "That year, you and he met him at the ski resort, right? I never had a chance to ask you, that assassination against him was also secretly arranged by you, right?"

He Dahai shook his head and said weakly: "The way is not my choice, but the purpose has been achieved." ”

Sergei said: "In this country, there are many people who want to kill me, but it is very difficult to get it, so they will pay attention to him, my poor child......"

He Dahai tried hard to open his eyes and said, "He is indeed very good." ”

"yes, if Little Ball survived until now, it would have been much better than my bad old man, wouldn't it?"

He Dahai nodded unexpectedly: "He is indeed stronger than you." ”

"The son is stronger than Lao Tzu, this is a matter of course. Sergei seemed to enjoy He Dahai's compliments to his son, "He told me that if the family wants to flourish, it must absorb foreign talents like you." ”

He Dahai looked straight at him, and his eyes finally revealed a little confusion.

"You all know, I used to be a member of the KGB, do you really think I don't know your identity as a spy?" Sergei suddenly turned around and looked at He Dahai, "Do you think my Sergei's son will be an ordinary mediocre? He won't even know whether you are Kyrgyz or Han? Viktor, you are too naïve." If it weren't for the little ball pleading for you, you goddamn spy would have been dead on the streets. ”

He Dahai always felt that little Sergei had not been able to guess his identity until the end, but he didn't expect that he had been recognized by Sergei from the moment he appeared.

"No reason......" He Dahai carefully recalled the details of the year, but where did the long-sealed memory say that if you open it, you can dust off the thick dust and float out of its original form?

Sergei said coldly: "Back then, Pikachu liked Katerina, but when he knew that you liked it too, he decided to quit without even thinking about it, why?"

He Dahai shook his head lightly: "He is my brother after all." ”

Sergei took a deep breath and slowly exhaled: "Now, can you tell me what happened back then?"

He Dahai looked at the Russian heroes in front of him, who were no longer as powerful and heroic as they used to be, and shook his head lightly for a long time: "I'm sorry." ”

Sergei squinted slightly: "You're really not afraid of death?"

He Dahai smiled weakly: "Are you afraid?"

Sergei laughed when he heard this: "In the end, China's counterparts have cultivated some talents. ”

He Dahai suddenly asked: "This time, what exactly did you sell to the Middle Easterners?"

Sergei's face became cold: "Dying, why are you still asking so much?"

He Dahai held on his strength and said with a smile: "Life is Chinese, death is a Chinese ghost, no matter what you sell to the Middle Easterners, please don't transport things into China's borders, otherwise you will ......"

Sergei's voice suddenly increased, and no one dared to speak to him for a long time: "Otherwise, what?"

He Dahai said word by word: "Those who offend me Chinese, although they are far away, will be punished!"

Sergei laughed out loud again: "Even if a good one is far away, he will be cursed!" This time, he used Chinese, and as a former KGB intelligence worker stationed in the Far East, mastering Chinese is also one of his compulsory skills. He laughed for a long time, and the echo echoed through the empty dungeon, reaching the bomb shelter in the distance, like a ghost.