Chapter 69 Farewell, Blood

  Twenty-five on duty, midnight first release two chapters

  Goodbye, Vancouver.

  Goodbye, Su Wantong.

  Moscow, how are you?

  Jiang Lan, how are you?

  There are always things that we can't bear to part with on our life's journey that attract us and make us linger. Vancouver is like this, what about Moscow?

  On Central Avenue, Ye Haodong and his six companions had just left A Ye Shiyef's office. In the low temperature of minus thirty degrees, everyone's clothes were slightly thin, except for Yang Junhu, who was not affected by the cold or heat. Lin Fangyu and He four people were frozen to tighten their collars, shivering with fear. The Moscow street scene after the snow was solemn and stern, with a cold and severe wind in the silver white landscape. Ye Haodong came up with an interest, took a look at the business car parked on the corner of the street, then looked at the four people who were shivering with fear, and smiled: "You four go back first, Tiger follows me, just stroll around."

  "Mr. Situ left, and a week later he was buried. The local government and several elderly people in the Situ family did not quite agree to bury him in the ancestral tomb of the Situ family." Ye Haodong bent down and scooped up a big pile of snow on the ground, rubbed it into pieces in his hands, and scrubbed his face and ears vigorously.

  The little tiger handed over a delicate leather hat that had been prepared early: "Big brother, put on the hat, what do you plan to do with Mr. Sutu's matter? Are we going back?"

  Ye Haodong nodded: "I still can't go back, I plan to let you go back for a trip. My fellow prisoner in Xinjiang, Huo Pingchao, is over there. When you arrive, contact him first. For domestic matters, it's best to use official channels. His old man is the deputy secretary of the provincial party committee and governor, Huo Zhenmin. I believe he should have a way to resolve this matter."

  Hu Zi nodded silently. Ye Hao Dong gritted his teeth and jumped up and down, cursing: "Damn the weather, why is it so cold? Hu Zi, remember that Mr. Sutu's last wish was to return to his hometown and rest in peace. We must fulfill this wish for him, no matter how much money it takes. If money can't solve the problem, we'll use force if necessary."

  Ye Haodong looked up at the gray sky. Moscow's winter, the sky is always this color, somewhat like the gray color that Steel City maintains all year round. After traveling halfway around the world, Ye Haodong was finally one step closer to his hometown. In Ayeshev's office, Ye Haodong had just sent out a 30 million US dollar UBS check. This money was given to Ayeshev's political team behind him. The surface reason was to thank them for everything they did in the Zhang Tianpeng kidnapping incident, and on the other hand, the Far East new shallow coal development project that Haotian Energy had shelved would be approved immediately after this funding was realized.

  Moscow's Sicily nightclub. The lights are dizzying, the punk music is exploding like a bomb in your ears. Strippers, junkies, homosexuals, thugs, gangsters, and gentlemen who were elegant during the day have transformed into rough rascals. People of all shapes and sizes are here with their own purposes, dancing wildly to the music, drinking heavily.

  Victor, dressed in punk style, sat in the corner with a Middle Eastern man whispering to each other. There were beers on the table, but neither of them touched it. Jiang Lan, wearing an outlandish outfit, sat in the chair below Victor's. Victor's deal with Huaxia was almost done, and he was now busy making a big deal with the Middle Eastern man, so Jiang Lan had to follow him here.

  Ye Haodong walked in from the main entrance with a stern expression, followed closely by Moscow's Hongmen master Lu Wending and four bodyguards. Behind him was the doorman who had fallen to the ground in pain. Haodong wasn't the best fighter, but he was definitely the most powerful boss. This ignorant doorman clearly didn't know that.

  Ye Haodong was eyewitness to Jiang Lan wearing a bizarre outfit, with a fur coat draped over her shoulders, following Viktor into the room. Although he had said that he unconditionally trusted Jiang Lan, when he actually saw Jiang Lan walk in wearing a revealing outfit and following Viktor, he couldn't help but feel a burning jealousy.

  Things took an unexpected turn. Before Ye Haodong could react, the Middle Eastern man suddenly stood up, his face furious as he glared at Viktor, shouting in a language that sounded like gibberish to Ye Haodong. Viktor stood up, unfazed, and stared back at him, calmly reminding him in Russian where they were. The Middle Eastern man stormed out after smashing the beer glasses on the table. Just as Ye Haodong was about to follow, something strange happened.

  The Middle Eastern man who had walked to the door suddenly turned back, shouting a few sentences in Arabic, and several people from various corners of the nightclub stood up, all holding guns. The Middle Eastern man strode past Ye Haodong's group, rushing straight towards Viktor, holding an Ingram micro submachine gun, his eyes bulging like cowpeas, bloodshot. Jiang Lan calmly stood aside, her hand quietly reaching into the gun holster tied to her silk stockings.

  Viktor's five bodyguards pulled out their guns, trying to rush up and protect their boss. Before the Middle Eastern man gave an order, the surrounding gunmen opened fire without hesitation. For a moment, the sound of gunfire filled the air, and Viktor's bodyguards fell one after another, lying in a pool of blood. The nightclub owner was Viktor's friend and also one of the big shots in Moscow's underworld. He was also present at the nightclub when the incident occurred. After hearing the gunshots, he rushed to the front with his men, followed by dozens of bodyguards. Just as Ye Haodong thought that the Middle Eastern man would calm down this time, a stout "dancer" suddenly pulled out a high-powered Minimi machine gun from under her skirt in the middle of the dance floor. The rapid-firing machine gun, which could fire 100 rounds at a time, was aimed directly at the nightclub owner and his group. A burst of flames illuminated the entire dance floor, and the sound of gunfire was like exploding beans, with bullet shells jumping out from the side of the machine gun. The targets in front of the gun fell one after another, and the bullets pierced through their bodies, making a "popping" sound and splashing blood, as if echoing the punk music that had just exploded in their ears. After the shocking shooting ended, the tall "dancer" threw away her wig and pulled out a round magazine from under her skirt, loading it into the gun chamber.

  Victor was finally desperate, today's events were entirely caused by his own breach of contract. From September to now, the international anti-terrorism campaign has been too strong, and Victor, who is usually cunning as a fox, has recognized the situation and dared not to do arms business with Middle Eastern people again. In August, he had just received a deposit from a Middle Eastern client for 30 Sam surface-to-air missiles. This is a type of missile that is small in size but powerful, convenient to carry and smuggle. Victor had already organized the source of goods and loaded the cargo onto his air transport company's plane. The sudden terrorist attack in mid-September made him change his plan temporarily, and he promptly returned the deposit, wanting to terminate the transaction. From the current situation, it is clear that the Middle Eastern client did not agree with his idea. His termination of the transaction provoked the other party, who came to his doorstep, raised the price, but was still rejected by Victor.

  Ye Haodong and his group hid their pistols in their sleeves, not moving. It's none of their business, so it's better not to provoke these fanatical Middle Easterners. The leader of the Middle Easterners pointed an Ingram at Viktor's head with one hand, shouting in Russian, apparently threatening Viktor to trade with them. Viktor thought that if he didn't comply, he would definitely die, but if he did, his whole family might be killed and he wouldn't survive either, and he would also lose face. So he gritted his teeth and refused to speak. The Middle Easterner's patience was limited, and Viktor's refusal enraged him. He made a strange gesture with his other hand and muttered something in his mouth. Jiang Lan understood some Arabic and heard one of the sentences "to dedicate one's soul to Allah", which made her realize that this Middle Easterner seemed to be declaring that he would kill Viktor. Jiang Lan didn't hesitate, suddenly pulling Viktor down to the ground, and then pulled out a 92-style pistol from her body, firing two shots in succession, killing the leader of the Middle Easterners on the spot. But at the same time, the other Middle Easterners also reacted, pointing their guns at them.

  At the critical moment, Ye Haodong couldn't care about anything else and ordered his men to rescue people. The sound of guns firing like popping beans started again, and excluding Ye Haodong, five expert marksmen from the Hongmen society fired ten Beretta handguns in an instant, shooting out bullets that burst into bright red blood flowers on the bodies of more than a dozen assassins. Ye Haodong rushed forward, rolled on the ground, got up again, and rushed to Jiang Lan's side, hugging her and rolling under the table. The sound of the Mini-Mi machine gun started again from behind, and the fake dancer was also shot, but unexpectedly, this guy was fine even after being shot in the chest. The target of the angry bullets from the Mini-Mi was actually Jiang Lan, and Ye Haodong rushed over just in time to pull Jiang Lan to one side, leaving more than a dozen bullets shooting into the ground behind him, leaving deep bullet marks. Ye Haodong felt like his butt had been kicked hard, and when he touched it with his hand, it was all blood.