Chapter 193

Jinlihua, who worked hard for skin care products, and Ivan, who made soy sauce, were busy for a long time. Finally, they tortured Sergei and told the truth.

But the truth startled us all. According to Sheldon, he met some heavyweights in the place where he played black boxing. Those people told him that these bloody black boxing in the eyes of ordinary people were just pediatrics. At certain times of the year, some powerful and powerful people in Russia will gather in a mysterious place to have fun, where there are countless beautiful women who can be ravaged at will, and there are exciting and maddening performances. After two big men gave him a guarantor and paid a deposit of $1 million, Sergei was qualified to participate in this abnormal salon for the first time.

The organizer gave him a doll as a voucher and asked him to go to a private airport outside Moscow at the specified time. A plane would take them to the dreamlike place for fun. Looking at the calendar on his watch, he said the time was early the day after tomorrow.

After listening to his words, we all doubted. Sergei said the code again. We found the wooden doll in the safe in his bedroom. It looks very ordinary. There are 10 layers in total. After opening layer by layer, the innermost layer contains half of the torn us dollars.

"A piece of money is torn in two, the gap is right, and the identity is confirmed. The old trick" said Sanmei after she took a picture of the US dollar bill and saw it for a long time without finding anything unusual.

"Will my sister be there?" Ivan said, sitting there, pulling his brown hair with his hand.

"Well, maybe there, but it's probably a body," I said carefully.

"I'll find a chance to go to this place. Even if it's a corpse, I'll find her. You won't go," Ivan said with determination.

Sanmei looked at Jin Lihua and me and said, "I Hu Sanmei will never stop until there is no result." Jin Lihua and I also nodded. Ivan bit his teeth and said, "thank you." then she pointed a gun at Sergei's head and asked him to call to revoke the pursuit order.

While hanging up the phone, Jin Lihua shot Sergei and killed him. We were surprised to look at her. The woman said calmly, "as soon as we go ahead, he will call immediately behind us. Besides, we also need his half dollar bill to get in."

Although she was a little hard, we have to admit that it was a good way. So everyone immediately threw the bodies into the basement and treated them with strong acid. Jin Lihua was very familiar with doing these things. If he wanted to, he listed the chemicals he needed. Ivan purchased them according to the list all morning.

Then she was busy with Yirong. Both Sanmei and Jinlihua disguised themselves as men by pasting fake skin into a square face and sticking a beard. Because it is winter, wearing high collar clothes can block the Adam's apple, and then wearing brown glasses to block four beautiful eyes. If you don't look carefully, you should be able to get through. The three of us pretended to be bodyguards. Ivan's play was heavier. He had to disguise himself as Sergei, his hair had been dyed again, and his facial features had been strictly adjusted according to Sergei's appearance. Finally, he pretended to have an inflamed throat, so a little change in his voice would not arouse suspicion.

After making sufficient preparations, we took the dolls with half of US dollars to the private airport in the northwest corner of Moscow at the designated time.

There are many luxury cars in Sergey's garage. We picked one at random and drove to the airport. When we got off, we saw the former KGB agent who had escaped from us and arranged for someone to ambush Ivan and me. As soon as I saw this face, I took great efforts to resist the impulse to pull out a gun and kill him.

Ivan's performance is also a little unnatural. After Yi Rong, Sanmei and Jinlihua look indifferent, chew gum and look around arrogantly, and blow two whistles to the uniform stewardess walking back and forth in the airport hall from time to time. This time, they spent the most effort. In order to cover up the aroma of women, they smoked their clothes with cigarettes and cigars for a long time. When they wore them, they put them on their bodies with their nose held. Moreover, both women have great acting talent. They really pretend to be what they look like. Even old black and shopkeeper Qian may not recognize them now.

With a list in his hand, the agent led us to a small office and said to Ivan, "nice to meet you, Mr. Sergey. Welcome to join us. I'm Yakov, the person in charge of this activity. Please show me the evidence." I was relieved when I heard that. They had only sent emails before, This reduces the probability of being seen through.

Ivan leaned back and made a gesture to me. I nodded to receive the order, then took out the dolls in my backpack and put them on the table. Ivan opened them layer by layer and handed the innermost half of the US dollar bills to Yakov.

During the whole process, Yakov narrowed his eyes and listened to the music on the computer on his desk. He couldn't see that this guy had good taste. He listened to very strange music. I didn't know what kind of musical instrument it was. It was a bit like electronic synthetic sound. It sounded like chicken bumps and sounded a little good. Squinting his eyes and shaking his head with the music for a while, when Ivan took out the dollar bills, Yakov first checked the number corresponding to Sergey, took out a small card bag from his body, and took out half of the dollar bills packed in a small plastic bag.

After he took out this, although we didn't exchange eyes, I felt that several companions were a little nervous. We all moved our hands to the gun in our waist. If he found anything wrong, he would take him down first and then kill him and rush out.

But it seemed that we were a little worried. He carefully opened the plastic bag, aligned the US dollar bills together, narrowed his eyes for a while and said, "no problem, Mr. Sergey, please come with me." then he got up, took the four of us to the airport runway, pointed to one of the small propeller planes and said, that's the plane you want to take, The crew is already up there.

After a careful look at the long apron, half of the planes are not in their seats. It is estimated that they have set off. All aircraft are single engine twin wing propeller aircraft of the last century. It seems that they should be An-2 type. This kind of aircraft has two crew members and about 10 crew members. This kind of aircraft can fly short distances in China at most, sprinkle pesticides and practice parachuting for airborne soldiers. As for the comfort, don't count on the Armor ability. There are two advantages: cheap and fuel-saving. In addition, it is faster than the train.

"One million dollars doesn't even cover a decent plane ticket. It's easier to make money than drug trafficking." after Yakov took the list, I muttered and got on the plane with my companion.

Ivan didn't like to hear me attack Russian goods, especially military things. He immediately retorted in a low voice: "Layman, Victor once sold more than ten planes of this type to a drug lord in South America to transport white powder. I was responsible for splitting the ship, transporting it to the destination, assembling it and testing it. The quality was very reliable, the requirements for the runway were very low, and the stability was good. I heard that once the nose of the plane was smashed by the government's anti-aircraft guns, but I still insisted on landing safely."

Two ground crew members were busy under the nose and belly of the aircraft, and the other was checking the propeller. All three people rushed to the dispatcher to check. Everything was normal. The dispatcher on the ground signaled with a small flag that the pilot could take off.

The two pilots on the plane are wearing cold hats and goggles. They can only see that both of them have beards. One of them looks longer last year because there are some white in the beard. The other thing is that both of them have typical Russian big noses. Their red noses tell me that they are probably as good drinkers as Ivan's uncle.

As soon as we got on the plane, we found that all the electronic equipment had failed, and even the compass on the handle of the multi-functional military knife began to rotate disorderly. There was a strong interference source and signal shielding function in the cabin. What's the matter? We were all vigilant. Our hands quietly extended to the handle of the gun, but the voice of the pilot came from the headset: "Passengers, you know the rules. I was afraid that the coordinates of the location would be recorded. I think you should have heard about it?" we looked at each other and relaxed.

After a short turbulence, the old Dong aircraft finally began to climb, flew to a certain altitude and began to circle, and the cabin windows were blocked tightly. I'm afraid we might use some way to observe the position of the sun to record the flight route.

There were only four of us in the dimly lit cabin, so it was quite spacious. I pretended to stand up and walk around and touched the inner wall of the cabin with my hands. Thanks to the fact that this old aircraft didn't use very good thermal insulation materials. From the temperature difference between the two ends of the cabin, we can generally judge that we were flying towards the sun. In addition, when we got on the plane, the position of the sun, we should be flying east, That is, the direction of the Kamchatka Peninsula or the Bering Sea.

Because the watches are out of order, we don't know how long we flew, but it should take at least 3 or 4 hours. Through the cabin and cab door, we can hear the two drivers talking in Russian, but I always feel something wrong. Although I don't understand a word of Russian, there seems to be something wrong in the conversation between the two people.

Turn around to see the three companions. Jin Lihua and San Mei are also listening. They are all frowning and thinking. Ivan sees our appearance and cocks up his ears. After listening for a few times, he whispers, "there's nothing wrong. It's just that these two people laugh like sb."

My scalp exploded immediately and I realized something was wrong. Normally, people's laughter was high and low. Unlike the voice, laughter was difficult to stabilize at the same frequency and amplitude, so the sound we heard must be synthesized by software. Jin Lihua and San Mei didn't turn slowly, so the three of us immediately rushed to the door between the cabin and the cab.

When I pulled the door with my hand, I found it firmly locked. I immediately said to them, "step back." Then he pulled out his saber and pried the door. After a few times, he found that there was no effect. Ivan raised his big foot of No. 48 and kicked the door connecting the cab several times. Seeing that the door lock was a little loose, I immediately withdrew several bullets from the Pistol Magazine, stuffed them in the position corresponding to the lock in the door crack, and hit the primer with the edges and corners of the magazine. After two bangs, the door lock was locked There was only a little left in the explosion. Ivan's bear like body hit hard again before he opened the door.

Four people crowded into the cab, two pilots had disappeared, and there was no parachute left in the cabin. A pair of active small speakers were connected to MP3 player to record Russian dialogue. That is, the joystick of the "dialogue" aircraft we just heard was shaking from time to time, and some parameters were displayed on a small LCD screen next to it.

"When will this broken plane be able to fly automatically?" Ivana asked, reaching out to pull the control lever.

"Don't move" Sanmei and Jinlihua shouted at the same time, but it was too late. The big hand like a bear's claw had pulled up the control bar.

The parameters on the small LCD screen next to the joystick immediately disappeared and began to play a video.

There's no one else up there. It's the agent who calls himself Yakov.