Chekhov gave them a strange look: "You don't know about the Holy Land?"
Lu Xiaozhan shook his head and said, "I don't know, where is that place?"
Ding Feng asked excitedly: "Is there a saint?"
Chekov said contemptuously: "I don't talk to thieves." After a pause, he added, "Although you are indeed very powerful!"
"You!..." Ding Feng was choked and couldn't speak for a moment. Lu Xiaozhan quickly smoothed things over and said: "Ding is a good friend of mine. I have to rely on him for this mission... Chekhov, you'd better go first."
Let’s talk about the Holy Land.”
Speaking of the Holy Land, Chekov's face was filled with a sense of pride, and he said disdainfully: "You don't even know about this place? This is a well-known health resort all over the world!"
Ding Feng spat: "Bah! You didn't tell me what kind of holy law there is, but we know about it?"
Only then did Chekov realize that he seemed to have only mentioned the word "holy land" from beginning to end, but did not say what it was about. He couldn't help but blush, and coughed dryly: "The place I'm talking about is called Sochi, on the shore of the Black Sea.
It is our largest health resort in Russia.”
Ding Feng spat again: "Ah! We are not old men and women, how could we know this kind of sanatorium? You Russian orangutan is so funny." Lu Xiaozhan chatted with him for a while on the road, and Chekov started to
She told him everything she didn't want to see him, including the fact that Chekhov called him a yellow-skinned monkey when they met. Now he calls him Chekhov a gorilla. This is purely to avenge Lu Xiaozhan.
Chekhov spat at him twice and said angrily: "What do you know? There is a hydrogen sulfide hot spring close to 40 degrees in Sochi, which everyone can enjoy regardless of age, country bumpkin!"
Ding Feng jumped up and almost hit his head on the roof of the car. He stared and shouted, "Who are you calling a country bumpkin?"
Lu Xiaozhan suddenly said in a deep voice: "Don't make any noise, there's another tail."
Chekhov and Ding Feng looked stern and immediately became quiet. They turned their heads and looked back. Sure enough, they found three off-road vehicles following far behind their car. They were now on a small road beside a forest.
It was crooked, and the ground was full of snow, making it difficult to drive fast. Even Lu Xiaozhan's driving skills couldn't be used, but the three off-road vehicles were different. This car was originally suitable for driving on complicated road sections.
In addition, he specially changed the snow tires, which made him feel like a fish in water. The car that Lu Xiao unfolded was just the most common small car in the police station. It had a low chassis and small tires, so it would slip on the ground if not careful.
Although Zheng Junguang couldn't understand Russian, he could still see clearly. He looked at the three cars and asked curiously: "Isn't it too obvious that they are following them?"
Lu Xiaozhan shook his head and said: "They are not following us, they are probably here to kill us."
Chekhov couldn't understand what they were saying, but he also discovered the problem. He frowned and said, "These three cars are coming in a menacing way. Are they here to kill us?"
Lu Xiaozhan smiled: "Let them come, everyone, take your seats!" Before he could finish his words, he stepped on the accelerator, and the tires suddenly skidded on the snow due to the sudden acceleration. Before Chekhov and the others could startle,
With a breath, Lu Xiaozhan turned the steering wheel, and the car swerved into the woods nearby.
The weather in Russia is cold, so most of the forests in the country are coniferous forests. The forest that Lu Xiaozhan went into is this kind of cold-resistant plant. In this winter, these trees are full of vitality, and every larch tree is full of vitality.
It was lush and leafy, and there was a thick layer of snow on the top of the tree. As soon as Lu Xiaozhan's car got into it, the light in front of him immediately dimmed.
Chekhov was shocked: "Lu, are you crazy? Even if those cars are really here to kill us, you don't have to run away in such fear, right? Aren't you a master?"
Lu Xiaozhan said calmly: "I just don't want to meet them right now. I'll avoid it if I can. Don't forget, our target is that woman. I don't want to be besieged by people before I even see her. Don't worry.
?Sorry, I'm afraid." After saying that, he held the steering wheel tightly with both hands and suddenly closed his eyes.
Chekhov could no longer sit still this time, and exclaimed loudly: "You...you don't want to die? It's so dark here, and you still close your eyes, what are you..."
Ding Feng grabbed him by the neck and pushed him to the seat. He smiled and said: "You are such a big Russian gorilla, but you are so timid? Even if Lu planned to drive over us and kill us, he still has a buddy to accompany him.
You?"
Chekhov was still struggling to shout a few words, but his eyes suddenly went dark. Lu Xiaozhan crawled into a forest path, and the light here almost disappeared. Not to mention the road conditions in front of the car, even the stretch of the road was gone.
You may not even be able to see your fingers clearly when you move. At this point, Chekhov no longer knows what to say, so he simply closed his eyes, tightly grasped the door handle next to him with both hands, and muttered God bless him.
Ding Feng and Zheng Junguang had seen Lu Xiaozhan's stunt of driving while wearing a mask when they were in Korea. Although they still don't know how he did it, there is no doubt about one thing, that is, Lu Xiaozhan drove with his eyes closed.
There will definitely be no problem. The expressions of the two of them were completely opposite to Chekhov's. They were sitting relaxedly, ignoring the darkness in front of them, and chatting about gossip about certain celebrities.
It was pitch black inside and outside the car, and he had no idea what was going on outside. He only knew that the road was difficult to walk. The forest path was originally a dirt road, and there were no smooth bumps. Lu Xiaozhan pursed his lips and held the steering wheel tightly.
, controls the direction of the car.
Chekov had already turned blue with fright. It would have been fine if he was just an ordinary person, but he had received extremely strict training and his ears could sensitively distinguish some sounds, such as a car driving dangerously close to a big tree.
The sound of passing wind. During this period of time, Chekhov felt as if he had taken a trip to hell. Although his body was not damaged at all, his spirit was almost about to collapse.
The car had been driving in this dark environment for who knows how long. Ding Feng and Zheng Junguang had almost fallen asleep while chatting. Lu Xiaozhan suddenly chuckled: "Wake up, we are safe."
Chekhov was startled, opened his eyes and looked outside the car, and found that it was still dark. He couldn't help but said angrily: "Isn't it the same here? How do you know it's safe? God! I found out that you are so lucky to have driven for so long.
, actually didn’t hit the tree.”
Lu Xiaozhan didn't argue with him. He stepped on the accelerator and the car suddenly picked up speed. Chekhov felt the strong pushing sensation on his back. Before he could scream, a dazzling light suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
Then an empty flat land appeared in front of you.
Chekhov looked out of the car in surprise, his eyes bulging out, and he said: "This... this..."
With a squeak, the car suddenly stopped in the open space. Lu Xiaozhan patted Chekhov and said with a smile: "Do you believe it now? We are safe."
At this time, Chekhov had of course confirmed that he was safe, but the rapid driving in the darkness just now made him still unable to recover. He only felt that his hands and feet were weak, and he slumped on the seat weakly.
Ding Feng was still dozing off in the car, while Zheng Junguang yawned loudly, stepped out of the car, rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked around curiously, Lu Xiaozhan curled his fingers at him: "
Brother Guang, it’s your turn to do your work now.”
Zheng Junguang said in a daze: "What do you want me to do?"
Lu Xiaozhan pointed at Chekhov and Ding Feng in the car, then pointed back at himself, and said with a smile: "We can't always have people following us, right? Come on, let's change our appearance." Zheng Junguang understood immediately.
, took out his makeup materials from his bag. Before he started, Lu Xiaozhan suddenly smiled and said, "Are there any waterproof ones?"
Zheng Junguang was stunned: "Why do you want that?"
Lu Xiaozhan said seriously: "The place we are going to is a holy resort. Wouldn't it be a pity not to take a bath in the hot springs?"
"I understand." Zheng Junguang nodded and suddenly said with a bad smile, "How about I dress you up like a big girl? Let you go to the women's bathhouse to take a bath?"
Lu Xiaozhan laughed loudly, but before he said anything, Ding Feng stepped out of the car and asked in a daze: "Is there a women's bathhouse here? Come on, put me in women's clothing..."
Without saying a word, Zheng Junguang put on disguises for Lu Xiaozhan and Ding Feng in the open space. At this time, Chekhov finally regained his breath and walked out holding the car door. But when he looked up, he found that Zheng Junguang was doing
He was so shocked that his eyes popped out again, and he cried out: "Oh God! You...you..."
Ding Feng grabbed him over impatiently: "What are you? If you keep being wordy, I'll ask Brother Guang to turn you into an old lady, or the kind from an African indigenous tribe!"
With a wicked smile on his face, Zheng Junguang dressed them up one by one. After only about ten minutes, he suddenly put away the things in his hands and grinned: "Let's work together!"
Lu Xiaozhan and Ding Feng opened their eyes one after another and rushed to the car's reflector to see their new faces. Chekhov was so manipulated by Zheng Junguang that he seemed to have lost his soul and followed him blankly.
Three faces appeared in the reflector, but Lu Xiaozhan and the others were suddenly startled. To be honest, Lu Xiaozhan wanted to die at this moment, because Zheng Junguang made him look a hundred times uglier than a cabbage, except for his figure.
It's not bad, but that face can only be described as horrible. As for Ding Feng, it's even worse. Under Zheng Junguang's magic hand, he turned into a weirdo with half of his face paralyzed. If there is another remake of Notre Dame de Paris,
If so, I guess he could just play the role of The Hunchback of Notre Dame.
"I'm going!"
"I'll choke you!"
Two exclamations sounded at the same time, and Lu Xiaozhan grabbed Zheng Junguang: "You... you just disguised me as such a virtuous person?"
Ding Feng also gritted his teeth and clenched his fists: "Old Guang, do I have a grudge against you or something?"
Zheng Junguang suppressed his laughter: "Don't you want people to recognize you? I think this is quite in line with the standard! Think about it, who would stare at such an ugly thing for a long time after eating nothing? I don't have the appetite anyway.
." Before he finished speaking, he finally couldn't help laughing.
Lu Xiaozhan and Ding Feng glared at Zheng Junguang hatefully, and just as they were about to push him to the ground and beat him up, Chekhov suddenly let out a ghostly cry: "My God!"