Early that morning, Wei Ran and others said goodbye to Mr. Nicholas and drove to the largest town on Golonid Island.
Before the car they were riding in had gone far, a young man who looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old at most, hiding in the forest on the roadside, had already taken out his mobile phone and made a call.
"What's wrong?" As soon as the call was connected, the person on the other end of the phone asked impatiently.
"You'd better come here quickly"
The young man reminded the motorcycle as he walked deep into the forest, "There is only an old man who looks very weak in that house now, and the rest of the people are driving in the direction of the town. I guess they must be going
It’s time to have some fun in town.”
"Is there such a good thing?" The person on the other end of the phone muttered subconsciously, and then said, "You go to the southwest pier and wait, we will leave now."
"Can't you rent a fishing boat and drive over directly?" the young man asked impatiently.
"Are you an idiot? We are here to steal things. Do you think the person driving our boat is blind?" The other end of the phone cursed unceremoniously, "Anyway, hurry up and wait for us at the dock."
Listening to the busy signal from the mobile phone, the young man cursed to himself, picked up an off-road motorcycle from the bushes, started it, and drove straight to a cargo terminal in the southwest corner of Golonid Island.
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At the same time, at the ferry terminal located northwest of Golonid Island and connecting to Volgograd, an inconspicuous white van also left the ferry and drove directly to the holiday farm purchased by Professor Alexei.
In the carriage filled with the smell of tobacco, Teachers Culp and Dalia were sitting in the driver's seat and the driver's seat respectively. In the back seat were not only Teacher Anna and Gorman, but even Weiran's cheap tutor Kajik.
And Lao Yin Wan, who was supposed to run the Aurora Tavern in the small town of Tula, was there. Not only that, even the trunk was filled with all kinds of gifts.
"With the participation of Comrade Apolly, this year's party will be more lively," Culp, who was in charge of driving, said with anticipation.
"Yin Wan, my current name is Yin Wan." Old Yin Wan, who was sitting in the last row, reminded helplessly, "Stop calling me by my previous name."
"Come on, who cares if your name is Yin Wan or April."
Gorman pointed to the baby photo on the tablet screen and said, "Look, this is my grandson. Not only does he live in the United States, but his name is also Gorman."
"You were already showing off when we set off from Kazan." As he spoke, Old Yin Wan opened the car window and flicked the cigarette butt away, letting the cold wind mixed with some snowflakes blow into the car, taking away the lingering smoke, and
Covering up everyone's chatter.
It was only a few kilometers from the pier to the destination. When Culp parked the car at the door of the two-story wooden house, Nicholas, who heard the noise, also opened the door and pointed to the garage next to it.
Said, "Put the car into the garage, Victor's dog likes to pee on the tires."
"I must have learned it from Victor," Gorman joked, pushed open the car door and jumped out first.
After everyone else got out of the car and carried away the gifts they had brought, Culp drove the car into the garage and parked it. He first casually looked at the wreckage of the plane placed against the wall and swept it with interest.
I glanced at the old-looking Soviet car next to me.
"What a handsome young man!"
Culp gently patted the wiped car roof and praised it. Then he took out his mobile phone and took a photo of the broken car that had been parked for who knows how long. Then he looked at Gore who was still chatting at the door.
Man and others waved, "Come and take a look, there is a GAZ24 here."
While talking, Culp also opened the dusty hood of the car, but then he frowned. Because the car used a V8 engine with a 5.5-liter displacement.
In other words, this is a GAZ 24-24, and this model, in the Soviet era, was almost one of the exclusive vehicles of the KGB!
Quickly walking around to the back of the car, Culp raised his eyebrows. The kGB mark that should have been embedded on the trunk lid of this car had long been removed and repainted with black paint.
"This is one of our cars," Culp said immediately when he saw Gorman and Kajik walking into the garage. "This is a GAZ24-24."
Hearing this, Gorman, who was the first to walk in, stretched out his hand to open the cab door, which was not locked at all. He bent down and looked inside, "The special communication device has been removed."
"There are no police lights, and many things have been removed." Kajik opened the passenger door and pulled out a dirty photo album from the glove box as he spoke.
This photo album is only about the size of a palm, but there are no photos at all. Instead, there is a ticket-like note stuck on each page.
"Hoho! Look at this! Tickets for a friendly match between socialist countries!"
Kajik shook the photo album in his hand and said, "Let me see, from 1973 to... until 1990, there were tickets for every game during this period! What a rich man!"
"I have to thank Brezhnev for this. If it weren't for him, there wouldn't be so many racing venues at that time."
Apoli, who came from the small town of Tula, walked into the garage as he spoke. After observing the dirty engine, he said, "My father was a taxi driver at the time. According to my mother when she was alive,
, he would spend 5 rubles every week to drive his taxi to the track for a lap, until the last time his car ran off the track."
“What a tragic story”
Mr. Nikolay, who followed him in, said with a smile, "When that idiot Brezhnev was in power, everyone really liked racing. No, no, no, just like Comrade Apoli said, I really have to thank you for this."
That idiot made everyone fall in love with racing, and even I went to Riga’s Bikrneki racing circuit many times.”
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "My father also liked racing when he was alive."
Anna also walked in, pointed to the Soviet car in the garage with a cigarette-holding finger, and said, "I remember very clearly that he dreamed of owning a GAZ24. Unfortunately, until his death, he drove a small car.
Another broken Lada.”
"Who wouldn't want to"
Culp, who had been studying the trunk just now, dusted off his hands and said, "I guess this car was sold after the collapse of the Soviet Union. At that time, the GAZ24 with a V8 engine was very popular."
"Well, if you like it so much, you can talk to Alexei. Maybe he will be willing to sell this car to you."
Nicholas paused, let Teacher Dalia, who had not participated in the conversation, support him, and walked to the door next door and said, "Come in quickly, I'm not inviting you to look at the car. Also,
Remember to lock the garage door, Victor’s stupid dog is too obsessed with peeing on the tires.”
Culp and others smiled after hearing this, restored the car to its original state, left the garage, locked the door, and followed Nicholas into the warm room.
While these people were chatting around the table, three Ural 4320 trucks also drove onto the dock at the southwest corner of Golonid Island.
As the car door was pushed open, a rather sturdy blond man jumped out, holding a cigarette and walked towards the white off-road motorcycle on the side of the road.
"Demon Town Museum"
"Where is that plane?" the strong man asked from afar.
"Where's the money?" The young man sitting astride the motorcycle asked with his hand out, "One hundred thousand rubles in cash."
Hearing this, the strong man felt particularly happy. He opened his backpack and took out a wad of bills and handed it to the young man on the motorcycle.
The latter took the money and counted it carefully, took out a few more and looked at the sun, then put them all into his pocket, "Follow me, I will take you there now."
"Have you found the car I asked you to find?" the strong man asked, grabbing the handlebar of the motorcycle.
"Not yet, only one plane has been found so far."
The young man on the motorcycle simply sat down again and reminded, "You were the ones who said to get rid of the plane wreckage first and see if there is anything underneath, and then go find the car."
"You're right, lead the way."
The strong man let go of his hand as he spoke, and the young man immediately turned the accelerator and drove the off-road vehicle along the country road to Alexei's holiday farm.
"Boss, what should we do next?" A tall and thin man came up from behind and asked in a low voice.
"The old way"
The leader of the strong man responded with a smile, "When the time comes, go ask for help. If the old guy is willing to help, lure him away. If he is not willing, find a way to make him fall and send him to the hospital."
"Misha, did you hear that?" the tall and thin man turned around and asked.
"I heard that." From the passenger seat of one of the trucks, a fat woman who looked about 30 years old stuck her head out and responded.
"Then let's go!" After the leader of the strong man said, he turned around and got into the cab of another truck.
A moment later, the three vehicles increased their horsepower and caught up with the off-road motorcycles waiting for them. Under his leadership, they drove straight to an intersection not far from the holiday farm purchased by Professor Alexei and stopped.
"Continuing forward from here, just turn left along the edge of the small piece of birch forest, and you can see the wooden house in the center of the farm. I watched the things that were dug out at that time being brought into the house.
The garage of the house.”
After the young man on the motorcycle finished speaking, he put down his hands, looked at the strong man leading the way and said, "The thing you are looking for is right there. This morning, the people in that house took a van to the direction of the town.
Only an old man remained."
"It has nothing to do with you here"
The leader of the strong man waved his hand like a fly and threw a bunch of keys to the other party, "Go to the warehouse in Red Army City. The room on the second floor is yours. Before your parents and wife are released by the police,
You can live there forever, but there are two requirements."
"What's the request?" The young man on the motorcycle asked warily as he took the key.
"First, don't take gypsies to that warehouse." The strong man in the lead said, gesturing with his fingers.
The young man on the "Roma" motorcycle corrected that although the name "Gypsies" is more widely known, for them, it is inherently insulting and discriminatory.
"No matter what it's called, you can't take your people to that warehouse."
"Second request" the young man on the motorcycle asked calmly.
"The second request is that if there is one thing missing in that warehouse, I will ask your little wife to give me a child as compensation." Before the strong man finished speaking, the people around him burst into laughter and followed suit.
All kinds of dirty words came out.
On the other hand, the young man just turned the front of the motorcycle, turned the accelerator and drove to the dock where he had just met these scum.
"Let's start!" The strong man in the lead shouted before the motorcycle could run away.
As his order was issued, one of the trucks drove straight into the drainage ditch on the roadside. Before it was over, the fat woman named Misha also climbed into the co-pilot of the truck, and the familiar driver drove a
The pillow, which was not too big, was stuffed into the clothes on his abdomen. After some adjustments, the tall and thin man also took out a pack of expired plasma from his pocket, opened it, squeezed some into his hand, and then poured it into his hand.
Some of the clothes were squeezed onto the chest, and finally the rest was squeezed into the white overalls worn by the woman named Misha.
At the same time, another truck with a lot of hay in its cargo compartment had already stepped on the accelerator and drove past the road next to the exclusive farm in advance. As for the truck at the end, it was already behind it.
More than a hundred meters away, blocking this snow-covered country road.
"let's start!"
On the radio channel, as the strong man in the lead gave an order, the tall, thin man with blood-covered hands immediately ran to Professor Alexei's holiday farm.