Puff, puff!

Bang, plop, before Nan Yi could do it himself, gunfire outside had already sounded.

After a while, someone knocked on the door of the box twice rhythmically, then stopped for a while, and then had three rhythmic moves.

"Nan Sheng, three people, have been anesthetized."

"Well, the school beauty knows how to deal with it." Nan Yi turned off the insurance, removed the silencer, and inserted the pistol back into the holster under his armpit.

The school beauty opened a crack in the door and nodded to Gengeltai of the Cossack Action Group, and made a throat-cutting action on her neck.

Qinggeertai nodded and responded, turned around and pointed to the team member, Virgin Mary, who was standing at the door of Nanyi and the others' box.

The Virgin Mary knew that she put away the anesthesia gun in her hand, squatted down, and broke the necks of the three robbers who were sank on the ground one by one. Then, the Virgin Mary threw three bodies out of the cracks in the aisle window alone.

After the completion, another team member, Wusu and Virgin, worked together to look out of the window and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.

Qinggertai stood there for a while, and when he received the safety signal sent by the Virgin Mary, he then led the other team members to disappear at the end of the car.

After getting off the car, the Virgin and Usu walked back along the railroad tracks, walked for more than twenty minutes, and searched for another half an hour, all three bodies were found.

Wusu stuffed his finger into his mouth, whistled, and reached his other hand to his chest and pressed the receiver.

"I said, Mongolia is old, don't you pretend you can die?"

"You don't understand. This is the rule of our grassland, our descendants of Genghis Khan..."

"Okay, okay, this is the same thing again." The Virgin interrupted Wusu's words, listened in his ears, "Here."

In the darkness, a group of horses were coming to the Virgin Mary and the others under the guidance of a rider. When they approached, the rider grabbed the reins of the horse and turned over and got off the horse's back.

"Groom, why are you so slow?"

"Nonsense, it's late at night. It's so dark, so how soon I can do it. Also, don't call me a groom in the future, my code name is Zilong."

"Zilong, I'm still Xuande, come and move the body quickly."

The Virgin Mary carried a corpse, walked to a horse, threw the corpse on the horse's back, and three of them were each one. After putting all the corpses, they all got on the horse, riding one by one, and running towards the forest.

Entering the periphery of the forest, the three of them dismounted and turned on the tactical flashlight, illuminating the road and walking slowly forward.

When the east was covered with white fish, the three stopped in front of a swamp, and one by one, touched the three bodies, and all valuable and valuable things were found. Then the bodies were thrown into the swamp blisters. After they sank, the three men got on their horses and left again.

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On the other side of the hard sleeper car, in a marked carriage, he once went to the northeast and practiced a stall at Xidan Baihua Market after returning to the city. Zhao Jinghua, who was called "Second Sister", was really crying at this moment.

"Why am I so stupid? Why am I blinded by lard? It's great to practice stalls in the market. Why do I want to go to Moscow to be a sabotage? If I don't become a sabotage, I won't board this train. If I don't board this train, I won't encounter such a mess. It's over, it's all!"

Zhao Jinghua was holding a customs declaration form (foreign exchange declaration form, the foreign exchange amount you carried on at the Beijing Railway Station) and looked at the amount of 10,000 US dollars on it. She was so regretful, "Why do you need customs declaration? Why don't you hide a little secretly?"

Turning his head and looking at the two wrinkled Miko on the bed, Zhao Jinghua slapped herself several times in the face.

"What should I do? What can Qihomiko do?"

Depressed, Zhao Jinghua took out a pack of white-shelled jade cigarettes from her pocket and lit them. There were not many people smoking this cigarette, and it was rare on the market.

The night fades away, and the light shines on the earth.

In the aisle of the hard sleeper car, the traitors who were not robbed last night were all unrelated to their own affairs, listened to the traitors who were robbed of their sad stories, were robbed of Miko, rubles, RMB, valuable jewelry, etc.

Some people also use a tone of sympathy that seems to be sympathetic about which women in the box are raped, vivid and shaking their burdens. The so-called sympathy probably only stays on the lips.

In the nearly three days left, no robbers appeared on the train. The thieves would occasionally report slaughter and sometimes people would say that it was difficult to tell whether it was true or false.

The next week, the K3 train will arrive at Moscow Station soon.

Nan Yi packed up his things, changed into a thin shirt and sat down on the aisle outside. He turned to look out the window. Russian suburban buildings kept passing by, and red Soviet-style red brick factories were dotted in them. Clusters of fir trees could be seen every other section, and the birch forests that could be sung in the songs were not seen.

The picture of "On That Side" flashed through my mind, and the song of "Singing the Turbulent Youth" sounded in my ears. The two male protagonists of the film seemed to be humming in Nan Yi's ears.

"Victor, if you have a choice in life, would you choose to live in the present or in the communist era?"

"Of course, now, communism will come and continue forever, and the current era will eventually end. Isn't it great to witness the end of this era together? 18 years, 19 years, maybe 20 years, we can stand in front of the era and greet the new era: Hehehehehe, hello!"

"Can I sit here?"

Without turning your head, Nan Yi could also hear the voice of the female neighbor.

"Please feel free."

Nan Yi responded, his eyes continued to look out the window, and the corners of Moscow city had already appeared. At most twenty minutes, the train would arrive at the station.

Seeing that Nan Yi was not looking at her, the woman hesitated for a while and said, "Can you not tell others about me?"

"I don't know you, I don't know what your name is. I'm not a talkative person, and I don't know anything about you, so I naturally won't say anything to others."

"Thanks."

The woman thanked her and stood up and returned to her private room.

Nan Yi continued to enjoy the scenery. When the train drove into the platform, there were dense crowds of people outside the window before he stood up and walked off the train.

"President."

“Boss.”

As soon as Nan Yi stepped onto the platform, Masami Uchito and Petrovsky appeared in front of him.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Nanyi shook hands with Petrovsky and gave Masami Uedo another hug, "Are you still used to it?"

"Moscow is very beautiful and the food is delicious, but there are many places that are very messy and you can't just wander outside." Masami Uchido said in a complaining tone.

"Haha, I'm here. If you want to stay here, you can go back to Tokyo in a while." Nanyi patted Masami Tou's back, let go of the person and said with a smile.

"President, I'm not that delicate." Masami Uchito said angrily.

"Let's go."

As soon as he took the steps, Nanyi was guarded in the middle. The group walked out of the station. Nanyi sat into a Jill-115 bulletproof sedan with the Delnan flag standing on both sides of the front of the car. A Gaz 24 led the way and a Gaz 24 broke the tail. As soon as the convoy drove out, two UAZ-469 jeeps were placed behind it.

Nanyi's convoy fell into Zhao Jinghua's eyes, and she couldn't help but sigh: "It's so majestic."

"Who is he?"

Similarly, Nanyi's neighbor woman also noticed the convoy.

"President, your residence is arranged in the Model Labor Apartment, also known as the Artist Apartment. At the intersection of the Yawuzha River and the Moscow River, the most corner of the podium near the Moscow River, the fifth, sixth, seventh and eighth floors belong to us, and your bedroom is arranged on the seventh floor."

"Okay, I live in a model worker's apartment, and the south office is in a cultural person's apartment. They are all the seven sisters of Moscow. But Yamei, you are a cultural person, why am I a model worker?"

If you want to ask the residences of the elderly, scientists, big business masters, domineering presidents, and celebrities in Moscow, the seven sisters in Moscow can cover most of them.

The seven sisters of Moscow - Moscow University, Leningrad Hotel, Cultural Apartment, Ministry of Heavy Industry Building, Ukrainian Hotel, Model Labor Apartment, Ministry of Foreign Affairs Building, Seven buildings were built during the last decade of Stalin's rule, combining the characteristics of Baroque, medieval European Gothic and American skyscrapers in the 1930s, and then they form their own style.

"Hehe." Masami Uchido smiled, "President, you are of course a model of labor for such hard work."

"naughty."

Nanyi and Masami Uedo laughed for a few words, and then looked out the window again.

Enjoy the scenery all the way to the Model Labor Apartment. There is nothing strange at first glance. The entire building complex is like a bird's painting with a simple painting. It has an irregular "M" shape, with both sides symmetrical. The main building is connected in the middle. There is a tower pillar at the top that supports a red five-cornered heart.

The architecture adheres to the pragmatism that Nan Yi likes very much, with horizontal and vertical lines and rare arcs. This kind of building looks ordinary in appearance, but living inside will be very comfortable, with good lighting and large places.

Take the elevator to the seventh floor, open the door and enter the room. The entrance is a very spacious living room with an area of ​​75 square meters. There is a long dining table next to the door. There is a set of combined sofas in the middle. Near the large window, there is a glass wool marble tea table, and four dark red chairs are placed next to it.

Huzai walked to the window and looked outside for a while, and said, "Nansheng, this place is very good. You can't find a suitable location for sniper windows within 1.5 kilometers."

"Um."

Nan Yi responded, walked to the tea table and sat down, and Masami Uedo followed him and sat opposite him.

"President, you're just right. A few days ago, there were tanks and armored vehicles on the streets of Moscow, and there were also many soldiers. They just removed two days ago."

"This is nothing to say. I was just counting on time. I just came here on the first day. I won't talk about work today. Do I have tea?"

“Yes, Ceylon black tea delivered from the Sri Lankan tea farm.”

"Why didn't I know that tea has already been released in our own tea farm?" Nan Yi said in surprise.

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After responding politely, Nan Yi followed him out of the elevator, put on his hood, pulled the zipper to the top, and trotted to a tree, warmed up first, and then ran along the trail at a constant speed.

Rongcheng, Jiuli Dike.

At Longmenzhen Restaurant, it was almost time for the guests at noon, and Luo Kun was entertaining several guests in a private room.

"Lao Luo, is the life you said true?"

"Old Cai, what is our relationship? How could I lie to you? This time my job is different from mine. I used to work and get a monthly salary. When you go to Moscow this time, you have to buy a kitchen. The risk is high, but you earn more. We are all cooks. It depends on your skills when doing it well."

The person who talked to Luo Kun was named Cai Haochi. He worked in the Daojiang Caotang before and was very good at cooking. He was not comparable to wild fox Zen like Luo Kun.

"Whether you can make money by building a kitchen depends on whether the business in the store is good. The business of a restaurant depends not only on the chef's skills, but also on whether the boss will run it." Cai Haochi said with some concern.

Luo Kun sneered: "I used to follow my boss in the UK, starting from a small shop on Juelu Street, and working all the way to branches in the UK. Now it is the most famous Chinese restaurant in the UK.

Although the boss has a lot of business and will definitely not be too concerned about restaurants, he once said that opening a store to do business is to make money. Since the storefront has been opened, you have to do the business well.

Lao Cai, you don’t have to worry too much. Since the boss asked me to help him find someone, he would definitely have a good idea. As long as you don’t have diarrhea in the past, he would definitely not treat you badly.
To be continued...