Two days later, Guan Ying and the others returned to Zhengzhou one after another. On the way, they had already learned about the Skynet mission and were all happy and excited. They had been in the *book* bar (www.pao8.com, especially Dahan, for a long, long time
Not following Di Cheng, I always feel empty in my heart. It's not that others treat him badly, it's just that no one really cares about him like Di Cheng does. He is a bit stupid, but he can clearly distinguish what others are looking at him.
eyes.
Since the identity of the wanted criminal has been eliminated, the presidents and managers of the nominal "Tiancheng Group" can naturally take planes and trains openly without having to plan their action routes.
Take a flight from Zhengzhou directly to Urumqi, Xinjiang, then take a train all the way west to Sigelda, and then walk across the northwest grasslands toward the first destination of this mission, the small town of Huoguoti.
Changes in the temperature difference between day and night, strong ultraviolet rays, and acclimatization and other objective factors caused a lot of inconvenience to Di Cheng and others. However, facing the endless vastness, everyone felt surprisingly relaxed. After the melee and killing, in
It is really rare to have such a tourist-like buffer before a life-or-death mission.
After a long journey filled with laughter and laughter, Di Cheng and others finally arrived at the small town of Huoguoti on the evening of the fifth day!
With adobe houses, criss-crossing dirt roads, and a rich and tempting aroma of meat, the town has a strong Xinjiang ethnic minority customs, and ethnic minorities wearing small hats can be seen everywhere.
However, it is obviously different from other villages and towns seen along the way. The people of color here are not only numerous, but also mixed, and there are also many Han people interspersed among them. There are a large number of soldiers stationed on the border with live ammunition around the town, and their eyes are constantly coming and going.
Travelers wander around, perhaps due to their long career. They always look at people with a bit of suspicion, and the feeling of wanting to question people is very strong.
The arrival of Di Cheng and others attracted a lot of attention. The three Anne girls had carefully put on makeup to cover up their beautiful faces, so naturally they could not attract attention. What really became the focus was... the snow lion strutting next to Di Cheng.
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People in the western frontier have special feelings for Tibetan Mastiffs. The purer the bloodline, the more noble they are. In their hearts, this ancient and fierce beast is like a patron saint projected by gods in the human world, and is highly respected.
The snow lion has a majestic appearance, is almost as big as an adult lion, and has an extremely fierce aura. It exudes the demeanor of a beast king who is not angry and has no power. Ordinary people can see that it is extraordinary, not to mention the deep research on Tibetan mastiffs.
During Di Cheng's walk, a few Tibetans even bowed devoutly to the snow lions.
"Blockade??" Di Cheng and others stopped cutting the meat with their knives and looked at the soldier in military uniform in front of the door. They had just found a good-looking barbecue restaurant and were about to taste the border flavor.
A soldier with a gun suddenly came to Cheng Xiang's store and announced in various languages that the town would be closed down for five days.
What made them even more surprised was that although the people in the room yelled and cursed a few times in dissatisfaction, they did not react excessively, and some even laughed in glee at the misfortune.
Annie said a little strangely: "This is an important gateway to the Golden Crescent. Every year, a large amount of drugs are transported from here to the mainland and surrounding countries. During the peak period of drug acquisition, the town will be frequently blocked, which is normal.
. But it is August now, and the opium poppies have just matured. It is not yet time to refine the drugs in large quantities, nor is it time to transport them to the outside world."
"Do you understand their language? Ask them?" Sha Lang said.
"I can speak their language, but..." Anne was silent for a moment and said, "The organization has an intelligence point here. I'm going to ask for details. Don't run around now. Wait for me for half an hour." After that, he stood up.
Leave the barbecue restaurant quickly.
"Ziwu, you go along, don't let anything happen." Di Cheng motioned to Gu Ziwu to go with him, so that if anything happens, he will be taken care of.
"Do you want to cross the border secretly tonight? I don't want to stay in this shabby place for five days." Looking at the noisy and chaotic environment around her, Guan Ying's gentle and delicate face showed a bit of disgust.
Di Cheng cut off a piece of meat, put it on Ye Wantong's dinner plate, and said: "It depends on the situation. Try not to think about crossing the border secretly. You all saw it when you came here. There are many sniper stations along the border. If you want to
Escape from under the noses of these experienced soldiers is not something you can do just by thinking about it."
"I agree, no matter how strong you are, you can't compete with a sniper hiding in the dark." Zhou Shaohua nodded in agreement.
Shalang chewed slowly, tasted the roast meat on the plate, and said slowly: "What's the rush? Can Suoke still run away? Let him live for a few more days and earn a few more days of money. When the time comes...hehe, let's
Let’s have a pot of it, I hope this so-called international drug lord will not be too poor.”
Di Cheng smiled: "It feels really good to be a robber. We have to fight for such opportunities a few more times, otherwise Xiong Cai will complain that we will only waste money and not make money."
Thinking of that lovely Xiong Cai, everyone's faces showed a bit of smile. It was really difficult for a person to look like that.
"Hey" Ye Wantong suddenly pushed Di Cheng gently and whispered: "There are a few people at two o'clock on the right front who have been staring at us."
Everyone raised their eyebrows and looked in the direction pointed by Ye Wantong.
The business of the barbecue restaurant is very prosperous, and the men with rough nature have no scruples in eating meat and drinking, which makes the originally not small shop seem very noisy and crowded. In the slightly dark corner of the shop, there are eight people.
Everyone was sitting around the dining table eating and drinking slowly. While talking softly to each other, their eyes were always glancing in the direction of Di Cheng and the others, intentionally or unintentionally.
Di Cheng casually looked at the eight people in the distance, and finally settled on the capable, tall and thin Han man. People who have been wandering in the dark world all year round or killers who make a living by assassination always have a special temperament.
, the most obvious thing is the coldness of his eyes. No matter how much he conceals it, it will always be exposed. Naturally, this point cannot escape the keen insight of Di Cheng and others.
"Hey, five men and three women, similar to what we have here." Sha Lang suddenly laughed. Those eight people were also five men and three women, with a voluptuous girl clinging tightly to the man who should be the leader, just like Di
Cheng and Ye Wantong; a man as strong as an ox, although not as eye-catching as Dahan, but his explosive power is still clearly palpable; there is also a blonde girl, who is wild and coquettish, and can barely make love with her.
Anne relies on the point of contact.
The only difference is that among the remaining three, two are black and one is white, not Han.
Seeing the eyes of Di Cheng and others, the eight people in the corner looked at each other. The leader-like man picked up the kumiss in front of him and walked over with the enchanting girl and the strong man.
"Friend, Chinese?" The tall and thin man sat down at Anne's seat, looked around, and then looked at Di Cheng.
"Is something wrong?" The others continued to eat barbecue, and were not affected much by their arrival. Only Di Cheng looked up at him and asked casually.
The man chuckled softly, raised the big bowl of wine, and said, "I just want to make a friend. My name is Zhai Qian, and I am a businessman."
"Businessman?" Shalang deliberately shrugged his nose, snorted and laughed: "I seem to smell the smell of blood. What are you selling? Selling human flesh?"
Zhai Qian's face changed slightly, but he didn't get angry. He still had that hearty and generous smile and said: "When you go out, you have many friends and many ways to go. If someone wants to make friends, it's best to smile. Especially when you're out and about. In this small town of Huoguote, the law sometimes doesn't work, and the people who can protect you are not the police."
Shalang deliberately shrugged his nose again and said in surprise: "I seem to smell a threat."
"Boy, you seem to be very arrogant." The majestic man said in a buzzing voice, his rough face looking a bit ferocious.
"Youhe? Have you discovered all this? Grandpa, I have been arrogant since I was a child." Shalang put down his knife, stared at the strong man and chuckled lowly, with a ferocious look on his face. He has an aloof personality, and he reacts to sudden appearances and speaks in the tone of an elder. The guy who spoke was very unhappy.
Di Cheng did not stop Sha Lang. He looked up at Zhai Qian from time to time, with a somewhat half-smiling expression on his face. Ye Wantong didn't say anything. He seemed to be eating and drinking, but he listened to them with interest. The conversation was getting boring when someone came looking for trouble.
"Haha, some of my friends don't seem very friendly." The smile on Zhai Qian's face faded, he pointed at the snow lion lying next to the table and said: "Let me tell you straight, I want to buy this Tibetan Mastiff from you. .”
"Buy?" Di Cheng smiled, touched the snow lion's big head and said, "You want to buy it?"
"The Tibetan Mastiff is brave and the overlord of the grassland, so those who are qualified to own it must not do nothing."
Di Chengxiao asked: "You mean...I'm not qualified?"
The expressions of Zhou Shaohua and others became strange, is Di Cheng not qualified? They don't know what Zhai's background is, and they can feel his strength to some extent, but they dare to despise Di Cheng... Hey, it's really rare.
Zhai Qian leaned forward slightly and stared at Di Cheng: "If my prediction is correct, you guys should be a group, similar to a killer group of a hunting organization."
At this moment, Di Cheng and others showed a tacit understanding of vigilance and solemn expressions, and even deliberately held the steel knife, as if they were ready to take action at any time.
The smile on Zhai Qian's face deepened and he slowly leaned back on his seat. "Tell me the name of your group. Don't worry, if I wanted to take action, you would never survive now. If I wanted to take action, I would never come here to follow you." You talk."
Di Cheng pretended to be wary and hesitated for a moment, then said: "Leng Feng."
"Leng Feng?" The corners of Zhai Qian's mouth curled up. It was really a small, unpopular organization. I had never even heard of this name. The charming woman and the strong man behind showed a bit of disdain and couldn't help but raise their heads. a bit.
Zhai Qian took out a check from his arms and pushed it in front of Di Cheng: "This is a check for one million, accept it and give me your Tibetan Mastiff. This amount of money is really worth compared to a purebred Tibetan Mastiff." It’s a little less, but I can satisfy a few of your additional requests.”
"For example?"
"For example, I can give you some guidance."
"Guide?" Di Cheng couldn't help but laugh: "What qualifications do you have to say you can know us?"
Zhai Qian also chuckled a few times and lowered his voice: "Because we are a ghost mercenary group, so... we are qualified!"
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