Talented Genius

The next night, at the eagle beak at the junction of China and Xiong Country, the wind roared and snowflakes fluttered.

This eagle beak is located in the three-regarding zone, and it is still a bitter cold land, so it is equal to no man's land, and almost no one passes by except for heavy trucks.

The heavy snow tonight, the Eagle's beak is even quieter, as if all the creatures are covered by the wind and snow.

But this dead silence was broken by a string of car lights at eleven o'clock.

"Snapped--"

In the wind and snow, in the direction of Xiong Guo, a little yellow light first lit up, a beam of car lights shone from afar, and then brighter and brighter.

corner!

Six cars slowly approached a clearing in Eagle's Mouth, crushed the wind and snow, crushed the silence, and made the world a little more angry.

In about five minutes, the car lights changed from long shots to close shots, and finally stopped in a circular open space.

Four vans and two trucks roared with exhaust fumes.

When the six cars stopped, the van opened the door, and a dozen men from Xiong Country got out. They pulled out their weapons and stood scattered behind the truck.

Seventeen people, all wearing snow-white coats and holding all submachine guns, stood in the dark, like seventeen beasts.

"Hey!"

Not long after the bread convoy stopped, six more Cherokees approached from the direction of Huaxia, not hurriedly or slowly, and dangling high beams from time to time.

Seeing these vehicles approaching, Xiong Guo immediately opened the firearm insurance, then turned around, hid in a truck or bunker, and was on high alert.

At the same time, a bear country man walked to the front and held up a red sign to signal Cherokee to stop at his designated position.

"Wow--"

Six Cherokees obediently parked at the designated place, and then the door slammed open, revealing a fat man without eyebrows.

The short fat man was in his forties, about 1.6 meters, wearing a felt hat, his hands folded together, like an ancient land rich man.

But seeing him show up, the dozens of Xiong Country men all felt relieved, their tense nerves relaxed, and then lowered their muzzles.

They are obviously acquaintances.

At the same time, a van opened the door again, and a bearded man got out, holding a bottle of vodka with a big smile:

"Fat dog, you're late tonight, don't you become lazy without Simon who beat you up?"

He also unceremoniously kicked the short fat man, seemingly joking, but in fact it contained disdain and exuded dissatisfaction that made him wait.

The pudgy man did not evade, allowing the opponent to kick him, and then showing his white teeth, without a smile, he replied:

"Mr. Shekov, I also want to come here soon, but the wind and snow are too heavy and the road is not easy to follow."

He glanced back: "And I'm worried that if the military division is bumped, Mr. Shekov will tear me to pieces."

"military adviser?"

Hearing the words of the fat dog, Shekov was taken aback for a moment, then ecstatic, hugged the fat dog and shouted:

"Ula, Ula, good brother, good ally."

"Mr. Zhao is really our good friend."

"I just made a joke casually. I didn't expect Mr. Zhao to send the military division over."

"You go back and tell Mr. Zhao for me that I owe him a great favor, and I will never refuse to go up and down the fire."

He also gave the fat dog a bottle of vodka and two packs of cigarettes: "A little heart, a little heart, I'm sorry just now, sorry."

"It's okay, I'm late, so Mr. Shekov has been waiting for a long time."

The fat dog did not refuse, accepting things and said: "It's too cold here, let's do things quickly, it doesn't matter if I go back a few hours late."

"I'm afraid of delaying Mr. Shekov's good deeds. After all, the spring night is worth a thousand dollars."

He also curled his lips: "The military division is also waiting for Mr. Shekov's powerful conquest."

Shekov laughed loudly when he heard the words, and then waved his hand: "Yes, do business, do business, come, and hand over the truck to the 13th League."

The bear country man on the truck jumped off and directly handed the truck to the children of the Thirteen League, and asked them to drive back to China after inspecting the goods.

The children of the 13th League got into the car and inspected the goods. After confirming that they were correct, they shouted to Fat Dog: "All are right."

Afterwards, they took out the license plates quickly, replaced the license plates of both sides to facilitate entry into the territory, and then carefully checked the fuel tanks.

Shekov laughed: "We are all good brothers, and we have been cooperating for so many years. How can the goods come in or out?

His eyes always fell on the middle van, the car had not stalled, as if there was something to evacuate immediately.

Shekov could guess that it must be Chen Xiufei, who is in charge of money, sitting here and the woman he is going to enjoy tonight.

After the fat dog got the confirmation, he took out his cell phone and dialed the number: "Military officer, the goods are not coming in or out. You can give the money to the ‘death squad’."

There was no response from the other end of the phone, only the middle van opened.

"Wow--"

Chen Xiufei, wearing a mink coat, walked down, her face pale, lonely and helpless, but with a sense of helplessness.

She had already seen Shekov, felt his breath of alcohol, and the male hormones that could not be concealed.

In this transaction tonight, the transaction is not only arms, but also her future for Chen Xiufei.

Concubine Chen Xiu wanted to resist, but Zhao Wuji's many years of authority kept her from disobeying instructions. The only thing she could do was to send a message.

A message for Ye Tianlong.

She didn't know whether she was showing her favor, asking for advice, or compromising, but Chen Xiufei knew that it was her last life-saving straw.

No matter whether it works or not, she will try this one, but God doesn't seem to take care of her, and Ye Tianlong hasn't reacted at all since yesterday.

Chen Xiufei made a guess. Ye Tianlong was angry that she had no clear attitude when she was in the villa, so she didn't want to take a risk for her emotionally hesitant.

She regretted that she should have promised Ye Tianlong when she was in Medicine City. If she had agreed, then she would not be slaughtered now.

Concubine Chen Xiu is ready to accept her fate.

"Miss Chen, hello, this is Sekov."

At this time, Seekov saw Chen Xiufei appear, so he pushed away the fat dogs and them, and walked over to Chen Xiufei with a smile on his face:

"We met a week ago. You are the sexiest oriental woman I have ever seen, especially when you put on lipstick."

He snorted a strong scent of alcohol: "It is an honor for Sekov to be favored by Miss Chen."

He looked at Chen Xiufei's arrogance and swallowed his saliva unceremoniously, thinking that he must play well in the car later.

The rest of the Xiong Country men also stared wide-eyed, spraying the breath that could melt snow and ice.

Although Chen Xiufei is wearing a coat and long boots tonight, she can still feel the exquisite ups and downs of her figure.

Her maturity breath was fatal in this cold night, and Shekov pulled at his collar buttons.

"Mr. Shekov, this is five million euros."

Chen Xiufei ignored everyone's gaze, picked up a box, and handed it to Shekov upright, causing a little obstacle between the two: "You order a little bit."

"No need to order, besides I believe Mr. Zhao, there is also Miss Chen worth 50 million."

Shekov laughed loudly, threw the black box to one of his men, and then reached out and hugged Chen Xiufei's small waist:

"Miss Chen's mouth is worth one hundred million, and five million euros is not worth mentioning."

"Miss Chen, from now on, you are no longer a division of the 13th Allied Army, you are my Shekov's woman."

He let out a breath of heat: "I hope you won't let me down these three days..."

More than a dozen Xiong Country men laughed and whistled excitedly.

Chen Xiufei's face was pale, she looked at the hand that was holding her arms, and closed her eyes like her fate...

"Wow!"

At this moment, the small hills on the side, the top of the mountain covered by heavy snow, turned out twenty-four figures, holding a long spear, and pulling the trigger.

"Pump pound!"

The sharp gunfire suddenly sounded like a horn of death, which caught people off guard, and the huge danger exploded instantly.

Twenty-four bullets were fired, and twenty-four target heads blossomed.

Yan Pobei shot a spear: "Kill!"