Selmu and Howard each took five servants, and they drove four off-road vehicles, followed Lei Zhenggang's car, and galloped all the way to Siberia.

Lei Zhenggang noticed that these servants did not carry any heavy firearms at all, except for the pistols they carried with them.

Zorcai and Howard didn't even have guns on them.

In the middle of the night, the speeding convoy arrived in a small town in Siberia, Moti, and woke the quiet town from its sleep.

After briefly explaining their intentions, Selmu and Howard checked the room where Leng Feng had lived and questioned almost everyone involved in Leng Feng. I plan to find clues of cold wind from the mouths of these people.

Some suspect that Leng Feng used him to walk through this cold and snowy place, and it seems that Leng Feng's popularity is not good or bad.

And many people here love this quiet and mysterious young man, not to mention that his eyes are so charming.

There are also the same people who hate the cold wind, and hate his eyes that are too pretty.

No matter what kind of person it is, seeing the menacing momentum of the Dragon's Blood War Rider and the silence of the Wolf Blood Company, they all understand that Leng Feng is going to be unlucky.

At this time, Sormu and Huo Jianhua were looking for someone who came into contact with the cold wind.

Talking about this young man who is called cold wind out of place.

The discussion was naturally elated, and when answering questions, he couldn't help but add fuel and vinegar, and additionally pressed a lot of charges on Leng Feng, wishing that he would die early.

Those who like the cold wind are not willing to cooperate at first, so they have suffered a lot.

Howard's subordinates and torturers are all connoisseurs.

Even the will of the mayor Hans was only enough to resist for half a minute, because after a brief questioning, one of Zols's servants directly plucked out two of his fingernails.

picked up the errand, and found a beautiful woman in the bar.

Unfortunately, this woman with blonde hair and dark blue eyes was screwed into a room like a chick by Sormu.

The only one who resisted to the end was a woman, the one who tried to seduce the cold wind in the bar.

She's not bad-looking, but she's not the type Selmu likes, maybe because of her childhood growing up in the wilderness, or maybe because of her indulgent life in recent years, Selmu smelled mutated tissue on her, and couldn't help but lose interest.

And he had always been impatient, so a few minutes later, a strange red fire and a woman's screams erupted from the inn where the torture was being used.

When Lei Zheng arrived, he only saw the charred corpses of Sormu and the woman on the ground with an indifferent face.

Huo Jianhua sighed, but didn't say anything.

The convoy was at a gas station under a mountain range in Siberia, so it was simply restocked with water and fuel, rested for two hours, and when it was dusk, it headed for the jungle of Amos.

As Selmu and his party left the jungle, Leng Feng was helplessly looking at the full glass of liquor in front of him.

It was a pungent wine, and it was a wine of the old days.

Although it is not an expensive wine, the vintage has guaranteed the preciousness of this wine.

In the smell of wine, there is a faint spicy taste, and the skin of the cold wind has a faint sense of pinpricks. The level of radiation in this glass of wine is reasonable, and adults who are surviving in the wild can bear it. Of course, mutations may occur over time, but as a mercenary, who knows if you can survive until your body mutates?

Sitting around the table were twelve large, rugged men with tiger-like appearances, all of whom had obvious scars visible on their exposed skin. The man at the head was in his forties, and his size was huge enough to completely fit the cold wind in.

The table is exquisite, a boutique of the old era, but the house is very simple and leaky on all sides. The food on the table consisted mainly of roasted meats, ranging from ferocious rats and rotting wolves to mutated pieces of meat from unknown creatures.

There was a lot of meat, and there was only one bottle of wine, and half of the bottle had been poured into the cup in front of Leng Feng, and Leng Feng smiled bitterly when he saw it.

This table of rough men, dressed like homeless beggars, is the famous falcon mercenary.

The dilapidated headquarters and the food that was only slightly better than the wandering mob were the things they used to entertain the cold winds.

Falcon mercenaries are well-known in the vicinity, and they have a good reputation for success and efficiency in completing missions.

However, mercenaries are a high-casualty business, and instead of abandoning the disabled members like other mercenaries, the falcon gathers them in nearby settlements to provide for them, which is a very large expense, and almost all of the falcon's income is consumed.

Not everyone agreed with the Falcon Leader's policy, so by now, there were only twelve people left in the group.

In order to make more money, Falcon had to work for nearby companies, taking on high-risk missions that other mercenaries might hesitate to fight on the front lines of the battlefield.

Looking at the full glass of wine in front of him, Leng Feng really didn't know what to say. He didn't like to drink, especially strong and bad wines, but he didn't know how to refuse what might be the last bottle of wine on the team.

After drinking this glass of wine, it is time to seek justice from those guys who claim to be some kind of dragon-blood warriors.

Although there is no justice in this world at all.