I went to work on the 25th, and I sent two chapters in the middle of the night

Farewell, Vancouver.

Farewell, Su Wantong.

Moscow, are you okay?

Jiang Lan, are you okay?

There is always something that we can't give up that attracts us on the road of life. This is true in Vancouver, but what about Moscow?

On Central Street, Ye Haodong and his party of six had just come out of Ayeshyev's office. In the low temperature of more than 30 degrees below zero, the clothes of several people were slightly thin, except for Yang Junhu, who was not invaded by cold and heat, Lin Fang and Yuhe were all so cold that they tightened their clothes and shivered. The street scene of Moscow after the snow is solemn, and there is a cold wind in the silver and white. Ye Haodong was interested, glanced at the business car parked at the corner of the street, and then looked at the four people who were trembling, and said with a smile: "The four of you go back first, Huzi will follow me and wander around casually." ”

Huzi handed him the delicate fur hat that had been prepared earlier: "Big brother, put the hat on, what are you going to do about Mr. Situ?" Shall we go back? ”。

Ye Haodong nodded: "I can't go back yet, I plan to let you go back, my cellmate Huo Pingchao when I was in Western Xinjiang is over there, you go to contact him first, domestic affairs are still mainly done through official channels, his father is Huo Zhenmin, deputy secretary of the provincial party committee and governor, I believe he should have a way to solve this matter." ”

Huzi nodded silently. Ye Haodong grinned, jumped on the spot, and scolded: "The weather on dog days, why is it so cold? Huzi, you remember, Mr. Situ's last wish is to return to the motherland and settle down, we must achieve this wish for him, it doesn't matter if you spend more money, if the money can't be solved, you can use force if necessary. ”

Ye Haodong raised his head and looked at the gray sky. In Moscow's winter, the sky is always the same color, somewhat like the gray color that the steel city maintains all year round. After turning half the world, Ye Haodong finally took a step closer to his hometown. In Ayeseyev's office, Ye Haodong had just handed over a $30 million UBS check. The money was given to the political team behind Ayeshev. On the surface, they are grateful for what they have done in the kidnapping of Zhang Tianpeng, but on the other hand, Haotian Energy's new shallow coal development proposal in the Far East, which has been shelved, will be approved as soon as the funds are cashed in.

Moscow Sicilian nightclub. The lights are dimmed, and the fiery punk music explodes in your ears. Strippers, junkies, gays, gangsters, gangsters, and elegant gentlemen in the day are transformed into vulgar **** villain outfits at this moment. All sorts of people danced and drank to the music with their own purposes.

Victor sat in a punk outfit and whispered in the corner with a Middle Eastern man. There was beer on the table, but neither of them moved. Jiang Lan sat on the chair under Victor in a fashionable costume. Victor's deal with Huaxia is nearing completion, and he is now busy making a big deal with the Middle Easterners, and Jiang Lan's responsibility is to follow him here.

Ye Haodong walked in from the main gate with a grim face, followed by Lu Wending, the owner of the Moscow Hongmen incense, and the four bodyguards. Behind him was a tall gatekeeper who had fallen in pain. Brother Hao Dong is not the most capable of fighting, but he is definitely the boss who can fight the most. The short-eyed doorman obviously didn't know this.

Ye Haodong saw Jiang Lan dressed strangely inside and wearing a fur coat and followed Victor in. Although this guy said that he believed Jiang Lan unconditionally, when he saw Jiang Lan dressed hotly and walked in with Victor, this guy couldn't help but be jealous.

Things turned out somewhat unexpectedly. Before Ye Haodong could attack, the Middle Eastern man suddenly stood up excitedly, glared at Viktor with an annoyed expression, and shouted loudly, Viktor also stood up and looked at him without showing weakness, and coldly reminded the other party in Russian what place this is. The Middle Eastern man angrily smashed the beer mug on the table and walked out. Ye Haodong was just about to lead people over, and suddenly a strange change occurred.

The Middle Easterners who walked to the door suddenly came back and shouted two words of Arabic, and many people stood up in all corners of the nightclub, guns in their hands. The Middle Eastern man strode past Ye Haodong and his party, and went straight to Victor, holding an Ingram miniature submachine gun in his hand, his eyes were as wide as a cow bean bag, and he was blood-red. Jiang Lan stood calmly aside, and her hand quietly reached into the holster tied in cotton stockings.

Victor's five bodyguards pulled out their guns and tried to rush to protect the boss. Without waiting for the Middle East to give an order, the gunmen who stood up around opened fire without hesitation. For a while, the gunshots rang out, and Victor's bodyguards were shot one after another and fell in a pool of blood. The owner of the nightclub, a friend of Viktor and one of the few figures in Moscow's underworld, was also in the nightclub at the time of the incident, and when he heard the gunshot, he hurriedly led people from the back to the front, and dozens of bodyguards followed him to the hall. Just when Ye Haodong also thought that the Middle East people should be honest this time, suddenly a stout 'dancing girl' in the middle of the dance floor took out a heavy fire Minimi machine gun from the hem of her skirt. A rapid-fire machine gun with a hundred rounds at a time is a shuttle to a group of nightclub owners. Tongues of fire lit up the dance floor, bursting bean-like shells from the sides of the machine guns with a roar, targets in front of the muzzles falling to the ground, popping and splattering blood as if echoing the punk music that had just exploded in the ears. After the thrilling shooting, the tall 'dancing girl' shook off her wig from her head, pulled out another round magazine from the hem of her skirt, and pressed it onto the chamber of the gun.

Victor finally despaired, and today's incident was entirely caused by his unauthorized breach of contract. From September to the present, the international anti-terrorism limelight has been too strong, and Victor, who has always been cunning as a fox, has a clear understanding of the situation and does not dare to do arms business with the Middle Easterners anymore. In August, he had just accepted a deposit from a Middle Eastern for 30 SAM surface-to-air missiles. This is a small and powerful missile that is convenient for carrying smuggled missiles. Victor had already organized the supply of goods and had already loaded them onto his air carrier's plane, but a sudden terrorist attack in mid-September caused him to change his plans on the fly, and he decisively returned the deposit, in a vain attempt to terminate the transaction. Judging from the current situation, it is clear that the Middle Easterners do not agree with him. His termination of the deal annoyed the people, and the Middle East came to the door and raised the offer, but Victor refused.

Ye Haodong and his party hid the pistol in their sleeves and did not move in place. It's none of your business, and if it's not necessary, don't provoke this group of fanatical Middle Easterners. Ingram, who was in the hands of the leading Middle Easterners, pointed to Victor's head and shouted in Russian, as if he was threatening Victor to make a deal with them. Victor thought that if he didn't promise them, he would definitely die, but if he promised them, it was likely that the whole family would die, and he would not be able to live, and he would be infamous. So gritting his teeth is not to speak, the patience of the Middle East is limited, Victor's refusal annoyed this guy, he used his other hand to make a strange gesture, his mouth said something, Jiang Lan understands some Arabic, one of these words dedicated her soul to Allah to make her realize that this Middle East seems to be announcing that she wants to kill Victor, Jiang Lan no longer hesitated, fiercely pulled Victor to the ground, and at the same time took out the Type 92 pistol on his body, after two consecutive shots, the leader of the Middle East was killed on the spot. But at the same time, other Middle Easterners reacted and turned their guns on them.

At the last moment, Ye Haodong couldn't care about anything else, and decisively ordered his subordinates to save people. The gunshots like bursting beans rang out again, not counting Ye Haodong, the five sharpshooters from Hongmen, and the bullets that ten Beretta pistols spewed out continuously in an instant, blooming bright red blood on the bodies of more than a dozen killers. Ye Haodong flew up and pounced, rolled after landing, rose up again, pounced on Jiang Lan, hugged Jiang Lan and rolled under the table. The sound of the Minimi machine gun sounded behind him again, and the fake dancing girl was also shot, but what she didn't expect was that this guy was shot in the chest and was fine. The target of Minimi's angry bullet was Jiang Lan, Ye Haodong pounced in time to hug Jiang Lan aside, and more than a dozen bullets shot at the ground behind him, leaving deep bullet marks on the ground. Ye Haodong felt as if his butt had been kicked hard, and when he touched it, it was full of blood.