Russia, the Siberian Plateau stretches for thousands of miles, and the primeval jungles covered with snow and ice are endless.

Deep in the chilly jungle!

A group of big men wrapped in thick cheesecloth are cutting down towering trees with thick ice slag with axes!

It's a place without a name, and everyone here doesn't have a name, only numbers.

People of all colors get together, there are no quarrels, no communication, everyone is like a machine.

Every morning, after drinking milk and bread, I started a day of logging, and in the evening, I nested in the cabin in twos and threes, baking the fire and drinking!

Wen Jue forgot how long it had been since he came to this isolated ghost place.

Since Wen Hanqiu defected and Hong Zhaoli was killed by Qin Yi, the Hong Zhan faction followed by Wen Jue was purged by the new gang leader Hong Wenbin!

Because of Qin Yi's greeting, Wen Jue was able to survive, but he was thrown into this ghost place by the Hong Gang, and worked hard with a group of stupid men every day.

In this land of death, there are no guards with loaded guns, let alone so-called surveillance and order!

The only ones who control the right to speak are a few old Maozi who are in charge of food.

Wen Jue once ran away, but he ran less than a hundred miles, surrounded by ice and snow jungles, and finally ran back in disgrace, because no one could get out of this ghost place alive, even if the god of death arrived here, there was only hope and deterrence.

After returning, there was no punishment, only the silent ridicule of the workers.

Wen Jue was completely honest and desperate.

Immerse yourself in work every day, go to bed and eat on time.

However, in this icy and snowy land, he learned to accept his fate, and he no longer dared to fight for hegemony, but the desire to return home became more and more urgent.

Until one day he carved a short letter out of tree bark, which was written to his sister Wen Xueyan, and it was the only one who could save him.

Wen Jietuo, who was in charge of the food, sent it out.

Where this letter will be delivered, and whether it will bring him hope, Wen Jue does not know.

Thundered!

The military helicopter swept through the air, and the snow and ice slag on the shaking trees were scattered in large swaths, splashing on the neck, and the bitter cold.

The laborers all put down their work and looked at the helicopter numbly, thinking to themselves which damn unlucky guy was sent to the place of death.

A majestic man in a tunic got off the plane, and the man's left chest was hung with a golden double dragon logo, and there was a kind of majesty of a superior between the steps.

He stepped on the thick snow with his hands behind his back, but there was not the slightest trace, obviously a martial arts master who had cultivated for the sake of gain.

Ssangyong logo, is it a member of the Hong Gang?

Wen Jue was shocked!

Since Hong Wenbin reorganized the Hong Gang, the Hong Gang and the Qin Gang have become brothers and friends, and the original Hong Gang logo has been changed to the current Double Dragon logo with the addition of Huangquan Dragon.

In the distance, Maozi, who was in charge of the meal, shook off the snow from his bearskin hat and rushed over to greet the man in Russian.

After a moment, Mao Zi rubbed his big red nose that was frozen, and asked in broken Chinese: "No. 0317, come out!" ”

0317？

"It's me, it's me!"

Wen Jue was overjoyed, crawled with a roll, ran over, and waved excitedly.

"Are you gentle?"

The middle-aged man asked coldly.

"I am, I am Wen Jue!"

Wen Jue slapped his chest and screamed incoherently.

"I am Nie Binghe, the head of the branch hall of the Russian Hongbang, Qin Hou has an order, you are free!"

There was a hint of a smile on Nie Binghe's cold face.

"I, I'm free?" Wen exclaimed in disbelief.

Then he knelt in the snow like a child and began to cry.

"Mr. Wen, I will send you to Dongzhou overnight, and when I see Qin Hou in the future, I hope to say a few good words for me."

Nie Binghe picked up Wen Jue, slapped the falling snow on him, and got on the plane.

"Mr. Nie, you, you are my reborn parents, I will definitely mention you in front of my sister."

After getting on the plane, Wen Jue knew that it was Wen Xueyan who said good things for him, so he had the opportunity to go home for a reunion, and he couldn't help but be grateful.

"Then I'll thank Mr. Wen very much, I can't hide it, your sister's words are better than our Hong Gang Master's words now."

Nie Binghe personally poured Wen Jue's wine and laughed.

As an insider of the Hong Gang, he knows very well that although the Hong Gang is still the largest gang in the world, its status has actually dropped greatly and it is under the protection of Qin Hou.

As long as Qin Hou said a word, he could return to the Huaxia Qin Gang through the internal transfer of the two gangs.

Because Qin Yi greeted him in advance, he took the special line of the Jiangdong Military Region, and the road was smooth and went straight to the sky above Shijing.

"Mr. Nie, I'm under Shijing." Wen Jue thought for a moment.

"Why, don't you go back to Dongzhou?" Nie Binghe asked.

"I still want to see a friend!"

Wen Juesen smiled.

Nie Binghe didn't ask any more questions, and made a gesture to let Wen Jue get off the plane.

It was getting dark, Wen Jue took a taxi, and coldly popped out a few words: "Red Star Security Company!" ”

……

Red Star Security Company!

The largest private security company in Koto, the company has as many as 1,000 security guards.

These security guards are all outlaws from all over the world, including retired mercenaries, hidden killers, and masters of the martial arts world!

In Jiangdong, the Red Star Security is even stronger than some martial arts families and even sects.

And the person who controls all this is the underground godfather of Jiangdong, Sun Heizi.

Sun Heizi is the same generation as Long Xiaotian and Tang Tianci, and he was also a famous boss in the early years, but later, he washed away the security company.

But in fact, in the name of a security company, they are doing underground work, and in Shijing, there are still many underground money lenders and casinos controlled by them.

It's just that Sun Heizi can be a man and never do things on the bright side, so he is also smooth and makes a windfall.

"Master Hei, there are people outside who claim to be your apprentice and want to see you."

The secretary walked into the office and reported to Sun Heizi, who was closing his eyes and recuperating.

"I have more disciples and grandchildren, who is he?" Sun Heizi squinted his eyes and asked with a cold snort.

"Northstate is not warm." The secretary said.

"Oh? It's this kid, he's quite bold, and he dares to show up, so let him in. Sun Heizi waved his hand.

As soon as Wen Jue entered the door, before he could salute, he was stopped by Sun Heizi: "Xiao Wen, if you have something to say, just say it, my time is very tight." ”

"Hei Ye, I want to borrow two hundred people from you." Wen Jue bowed his hand.

"Hehe, I know what you want to do, now the overall situation in Jiangdong must be certain, don't say that I will lend you 200, even if I borrow you 20,000, I can't turn over."

Sun Heizi was extremely well-informed about the underground news, and thought that Wen Jue wanted to make a comeback, so he snorted and smiled disdainfully.

"Hei Ye, I came back this time, and it was with the permission of Qin Hou."

"Turn over, I don't dare to think about it in my life, I just want to borrow some people when I come back this time, go back to make up for my father's birthday, and support the field."

Wen Jue smiled bitterly.

(End of chapter)