Super Dimensional Fantasy World

Chapter 307 Supplementary chapter on Beimen Jueyi Second Supplement (1)

After leaving the airport, Zong Bufeng shook his backpack. Now he has no passport. In Russia, he is a foreigner, and travel is a problem.

He also knew that being in such a hurry would not solve the problem at all, so he first found a bench for tourists to rest and sat down.

Zong Bufeng took off his backpack and put it aside, thinking carefully about the current situation.

All I have now is a backpack with a change of clothes and some documents in it.I have no money, no passport.

He rubbed his chin and considered it.The most important thing now is not the passport, but the money. Most of the problems in this world can be solved with money, but where do you need to get some money?You can't just rob a bank.

When he was worrying about money, suddenly someone patted him on the back.

"Hey, little brother, where are you going to play in this outfit?"

Zong Bufeng's train of thought was interrupted by this slightly hoarse voice in Chinese, and he turned his head in surprise.

What I saw was a man with a long beard.

That man gave Zong Bufeng a very strange feeling, yes it was strange.

He has a big beard that covers his nose and mouth, but there is no wrinkle on his face. What surprised Zong Bufeng the most was his eyes, which were deep and bright. Zong Bufeng could see stars from inside.
The man waved his hand in front of Zong Bu.

"Little brother?"

Zong Bufeng came back to his senses: "Ah, hello, my name is Zong Bufeng."

Hearing Zong Bufeng's reply, the man grinned and narrowed his eyes.

"Oh, it's really kind to meet people from your own country in a foreign country. Hello, my name is... Beimen Jueyi."

When he said this name, Zong Bufeng was in a daze. He seemed to have heard this name somewhere, but his memory clearly told himself that he had nothing to do with this name.

"Little brother, little brother? What's wrong with you?" Beimen Jueyi asked.

Zong Bufeng scratched his head: "Ah, I just suddenly feel like I've seen you before, but I haven't really seen you before."

Beimen Jueyi smiled: "Then we are called destined people, right? From the look of you, what kind of difficulties have you encountered?"

Zong Bufeng smiled wryly: "My team members and I got separated, and I was going to board the plane with them."

He pointed at the plane that had just taken off over the airport.

"I lost my passport and my plane ticket, and now I don't have any money with me, so I'm trying to figure it out here."

Beimenjue patted his thigh one by one: "Hey, what did I think, I just happened to be traveling alone, and I didn't have a companion on the road, so tell me where you're going, I'll take you there by car!"

Zong Bufeng was surprised: "There is such a thing?"

Beimen Jueyi vowed: "Why am I lying to you? I am a Chinese, but I have lived in Russia for a long time, and because of my work, I have a lot of time to rest every year. I will buy a car by myself. Travel across the country."

Zong Bufeng was amazed.

He really didn't expect that when he met this person in front of him at the most difficult time, there was really no way out.

Beimen Jueyi spoke bluntly, and when Zong Bufeng said he was going to Moscow, he pulled him away.

Zong Bufeng put on his backpack and followed behind him. The two young people who had just met decided to travel together after a few words.

Even Zong Bufeng felt unreal, but looking at the man in front of him, he felt from the bottom of his heart that he was trustworthy.

Now that the agreement has been made, Beimen Jueyi went to the store at the airport to buy some necessities and stuffed them in the back seat. With this seal, he was ready to go.

"Before this, I really didn't believe in fate. When I met you, I really believed in it. Fate is so magical!" side said.

Zong Bufeng nodded.

But neither of them could have imagined that in later generations, countless experts, scholars and believers from all over the world would come to this airport. The sculpture as tall as a hill has been admired countless times by future generations.

As soon as Beimenjue turned the car key, he stepped hard, and the rear wheel of his pickup truck spun a few times on the ground, leaving two black marks and then sped away.

Russia is vast and sparsely populated, and the roads they build basically run through the entire wilderness. Pickup trucks gallop on the desolate roads, rolling up small tornadoes.

"Are you a special force?"

On the way, Beimen Jueyi, who had been silent for a long time, spoke.

"No." Although Zong Bufeng felt that he was a friend worth making, but telling him his identity now would not be good for him or himself.

"Oh, that's it."

Beimen Jueyi said in a drawn-out tone.

"You have someone over there in Moscow who you want to see urgently."

Zong Bufeng smiled bitterly: "Yes, I told you before that I got separated from my team members. The reason why I am so anxious is that I really want to see them as soon as possible."

"girl?"

Zong Bufeng was startled, then nodded.

Then he added and shook his head.

"There is also one of my brothers there. And there is my sister there. I promised to protect her."

Beimenjue smiled knowingly.

"Friendship, family, I guess, there should be someone you care about."

When Zong Bufeng heard what he said, Hua Yingying's bright smiling face involuntarily appeared in his mind.

He took a serious look at the man who was concentrating on driving.

"If it weren't for the fact that we didn't have the slightest intersection before, I doubt that you have investigated me to the bottom."

Beimen Jueyi laughed and said: "It seems that my guess is quite accurate." Then he turned to Zong Bufeng and winked at him.

"Don't look at me. I have a master's degree in psychology from Imperial College of Technology, but because the research is too boring, I didn't go on to read the doctorate. I dropped out of school and ran away. Now I travel all day in Russia. It's so beautiful. It's gone!"

Zong Bufeng was really surprised. He really didn't expect that the person in front of him had such a resume.

"You don't look good? You're really joking. I'm sure that with your eyes, you can win the souls of countless girls."

Beimen Jueyi was still laughing loudly, as if he could laugh all day long at any funny things.

Zong Bufeng was also infected by his smile, and all the unhappiness he encountered before disappeared in the two people's laughter resounding across the wilderness.

"The patriarch of my profession, Freud, said that women are insufferable, a source of perpetual trouble, but they are still the best of their kind that we have. It would have been worse without them."

Beimen Jueyi shrugged his shoulders.

"I always thought he was a super straight male cancer. It can be seen from this sentence that he has always regarded women as men's accessories, but after removing these, you can find that this old man really sees things thoroughly. Woolen cloth."

Zong did not seal the conversation.

"Yes, women are indeed troublesome sometimes, but they are always the cutest group of people, and they are always worthy of our love."

Beimen Jueyi freed his right hand. "Friend, that's well said! From now on we will be on the same side." He said and gave Zong Bufeng a high-five.

Zong Bufeng smiled helplessly and stretched out his hand to slap him. Could this mean that I agree with you, and if we give you a high five, we will throw our heads and blood from now on.

Then, Beimen Jueyi suddenly took out a pair of sunglasses from the interlayer and put them on.

"However, we have little chance to sacrifice our lives to join Taoyuan Alliance now, because trouble is coming."

Just when Zong Bufeng wondered why he said this, Beimen Jueyi slammed on the brakes, and then shook the steering wheel with his hands.

The whole pickup truck passed by as soon as it charged across, and when the body passed across, the sound of dense bullets hitting the iron sheet sounded like firecrackers.

Zong Bufeng reacted quickly. When he heard the gunfire for the first time, he quickly bent down and used the car door and seat as a cover to protect himself to the greatest extent.

He looked up, and when the car came across, Beimen Jueyi slipped through the narrow gap between the car seat and the car roof in a particularly awkward posture.

"Beimen Jueyi! Don't move around, find a good cover!" Now Zong Bufeng can't judge whether the enemy is only deployed in the front, he thinks that a strange person like Beimen Jueyi, although he has many surprises However, it is always an ordinary person who may become panicked when encountering such a thing, thus exposing himself to the enemy's gunpoint.

"Hey, it's okay, take it!" Beimen Jueyi's voice came from the back seat, and an AKM assault rifle was thrown over with the voice!

Zong Bufeng took the gun, and now he had no time to think about why there was such a standard fully equipped rifle in the back seat of this car!
At the moment when he touched the gun, the muscle memory trained in the past few months dominated the hands and skipped the brain to complete the assembly and inspection directly.

"One at five o'clock, two at seven o'clock!" Beimen Jueyi jumped out first. "I'll take care of the left side, and leave the right side to you!"

Zong Bufeng's spirit was highly concentrated, and when Beimen Jueyi's voice reached his ears, those words were directly converted into various coordinate points on the map in his mind.

He kicked the car seat suddenly and flew out with the force of the rebound.

He still maintained control of his body in the air.

Absolute balance allows him to shoot calmly the moment he finds the enemy.

Bang bang bang.
AKM spat out a deadly flame, and several blood flowers burst out in the grass on the side where their pickup was hit.

Zong Bufeng fired five shots in a row, and the gun hit the target. The enemy he was responsible for didn't even get angry, and even the people in the two pickups got their lunch without seeing it.

On the other side, Beimen Jueyi also solved his own responsible enemy.

After Zong Bufeng landed, he quickly bounced up and jumped into the grass with one leap.

(End of this chapter)