Super Dimensional Fantasy World

Chapter 313 Supplement to the chapter about Beimen Jueyi (9)

People are getting old, it's time to let go of power, Yiqi smiled wryly.

He opened the newspaper, and on the first page of the newspaper was a very eye-catching headline, Omsk Massacre!

Below is a picture of a pile of corpses.

When Izzy saw the picture, he suddenly remembered the hell-like scene he walked through that day.

Throwing up suddenly, he threw away the newspaper and wrapped the quilt tightly around his body.

At this time, Daisy knocked on the door and came in.

She looked at Izzy's puddle of vomit by the window and frowned.

"Boss, someone outside wants to see you."

Izzy said weakly, "Who?"

Daisy said: "He was dressed very ordinary, and his little finger on his right hand was broken off."

Izzy said: "Oh, let's just send him away. I'm not feeling well now. I need someone to clean my room."

Daisy agreed and walked out.

Izzy fell into a deep sleep.

After a while, he suddenly heard a commotion, and then heard Daisy's voice.

"Sir, sir, you cannot go in."

Then there was a crash.

Then it became quiet, except for the sound of the man's footsteps slowly approaching.

"Mr. Izzy, hello."

Wang Liangdao stood beside Yi Qi's bed, looking at Yi Qi's pale face.

Izzy sighed.

"May I ask what you can do?"

"I want to ask Mr. Izzy some questions."

Izzy sat up with his upper body propped up.

Wang Liangdao took out a photo, and the subject of the photo was Zong Bufeng.

Izzy put on his glasses and looked at it, then shook his head.

"If you are looking for someone from me, I don't think I know the boy in the photo."

Wang Liangdao didn't care.

"I need a full report on the Hells Angels in Moscow."

Izzy's face fell.

"We did keep an eye on the Hells Angels, but a few hours ago, one of their teams all lost news in Omsk."

Iqi picked up the newspaper and pointed to the most eye-catching news on the first page.

"As you know, Mr. Izzy, this is not of much value."

Izzy began to grow impatient.

"Then what exactly do you want?"

"What I want to know is who else the Hell Angels will send here, and their specific course of action."

Yi Qi was surprised and said: "The news I got is that the Hell's Angels are chasing and killing a person. That person is called Zong Bufeng. What is your relationship with him?"

Wang Liangdao said: "You don't need to care about my relationship with him, you just need to tell me their specific information."

Yi Qi took a deep look at Wang Liangdao and made a phone call.
It was already two hours after he came out of Chum Department Store, and Wang Liangdao and Iqi talked in his bedroom for more than two hours.

He got what he wanted, shook out his backpack, and bought a ticket to Vladivostok.

Because he knew Zong Bufeng well, he could guess that the entire western part of Russia had been set up by hell angels. Zong Bufeng had no choice but to go east. There were two options to go to the east. The second is to go to Vladivostok, the only bustling city in the Far East.

On the other hand, Murong Lingji and others are also busy completing the tasks assigned by the academy. With Feng Fuzhi's strong support, the difficulty of their tasks is greatly reduced.

Just like what Zhang Ziyu said, not only Moscow, but also a layer of dark clouds began to hang over the sky of Russia, and the situation below became more and more chaotic.

It was impossible to travel across thousands of kilometers with just a pickup truck. When Beimen Jueyi and Zong Bufeng drove to the gateway from Omsk to Siberia, they finally abandoned the dilapidated truck that they had carried with them all the way. The pickup truck they used to escape.

After preparing enough food, they climbed on a material train between Moscow and Vladivostok.

Zong Bufeng sat on the roof of the coal carriage, bored, he spread out the newspaper used to wrap the food and read it.

The headline on the first page reported the Omsk Massacre. At first, Zong Bufeng thought it was a riot in other parts of Russia. Later, he saw the corridor became more and more familiar. Then he glanced at the date and place, and was dumbfounded.

He hurried to Beimen Jueyi and handed the newspaper to Beimen Jue to read.

Beimen Jueyi held the kitten in his arms, glanced at the newspaper, and nodded.

"I've known about it for a long time."

Zong Bufeng said in surprise: "What's going on? There was a massacre on the night we left?"

Beimen Jueyi nodded again and again.

Zong Bufeng was suddenly excited: "This is too suspicious. Even if those assassins kill all the passengers, will they kill each other in the end?"

Beimen Jueyi said: "Although I don't quite believe it, the fact is that after they killed someone, they started fighting among themselves, and then killed each other, and all died in that hotel."

Zong Bufeng looked at the bearded man in front of him, he suddenly felt that he could not see through him more and more, this man became calm since that night, as if he had experienced something.

"Tell me, did you see something?" Zong Bufeng shook Beimen Jueyi's arm.

"That night, I witnessed their wanton massacre with my own eyes." Beimen Jueyi said very flatly, as if he was talking about a trivial matter like eating and sleeping.

Zong Bufeng faintly felt that he was hiding something from himself.

When the two escaped that night, why did he wait a little longer, what was he waiting for?Wait for the carnage to end?
Zong Bufeng was full of questions, but he didn't intend to ask Beimen Jueyi any more.

The two people sat facing each other like this.

"Time will tell you the answer."

After Beimen Jueyi said such a sentence, he got out of the carriage and went to sleep in it.

The train traveled along the railway line for three days and three nights on the plains of Siberia.

In the early morning of the fourth day, Zong Bufeng and Beimen Jueyi finally arrived at the destination of the trip, Vladivostok.

As the largest city in the Russian Far East, Vladivostok has excellent transportation.

This is also the reason why Beimen Jueyi and Zong Bufeng chose to come to this city.

The two of them chose a high-end hotel in Vladivostok to freshen up. The running around in the past few days made both of them smell bad.

When the pretty girl at the front desk saw these two dirty men coming in with cats, she almost called the security guards to kick them out. However, when Beimen Jueyi took out a stack of dollars from his pocket, the group of men looked fierce. The security guard who rushed in changed his color instantly.

It only took a blink of an eye for their attitudes to change from arrogance and hatred to groveling, and Zong Bufeng once again experienced the magical joy of money.

The handsome chick at the front desk almost squeezed her breasts onto Beimen Jueyi's face.

Bei Menjue looked down at her pair of plump and exposed big white rabbits.

Then he stuffed the wad of money into it.

The chick's eyes on Beimen Jueyi changed, Zong Bufeng watched from the side, the girl looked as if she wanted to eat Beimen Jueyi.

She personally took the two of them to the presidential suite upstairs, and Zong Bufeng looked around with the cat in his arms.

The waiters in the hall didn't care about the sour smell on the two of them, and kept smiling.

Zong Bufeng smiled at them politely, and the group of waiters bent their waists even lower as if they had received some kind of reward.

"Sometimes the solution is as simple as absolute power and absolute wealth."

Beimen Jueyi came out wearing a bathrobe, looked at Zong Bufeng by the window and said.

"Do you want to go for a swim?"

Zong Bufeng put down Er Gouzi in his arms.

"No, I'll stay here and read."

Beimenjue smiled indifferently, and walked down with champagne.

Zong Bufeng glanced at him, then picked up the book beside the bed and read it.

Nikolai Ostrovsky once expressed his youth in "How Steel Was Tempered".

Life gives us a huge and infinitely noble gift, which is youth: full of strength, full of expectations, volunteers, full of ambition to seek knowledge and struggle, full of hope and confidence.

What will your youth be like in the future?He often asked himself this question.

Before Tian Yueyue's accident, he lived step by step, and his only rebellion was probably to engage in some so-called "gangsters" behind the backs of his family and Baihua.

Grandpa arranged everything for him, but the older he got, the more confused he became. Even now, he has a set goal, but he will be confused from time to time.

What will my future be like, what will my youth be like.

At this time, he always likes to spend time in the study room or the school library, comforting himself with books and regaining his confidence.

He is just a big boy, and the maturity in the eyes of outsiders is like a cover for him. He also yearns for what all boys yearn for, love, friendship, and crazy youth.

The uncertainty of the future shakes his determination all the time. Sometimes, Zong Bufeng wonders what he will do if he can't hold on any longer, whether he will compromise with the world, accept the established destiny arrangement, and become a walking dead Like living a so-called "legendary" life in the eyes of outsiders.

Even sometimes, he would suddenly forget his real purpose of coming to this school, which made him panic. He was full of longing for the future, but he was also afraid. He was afraid that he would walk out of this school after two years and become a The person that grandpa is looking forward to, seriously follow the plan.

He was afraid that he would change, that he would eventually become the person he least wanted to be.

Books are a good thing. Zong Bufeng likes to read books, and it is very interesting to have spiritual collisions with those authors. At that time, he will forget these fears and all his troubles.He is full of confidence.

When Zong Bufeng read the second book, Beimen Jueyi also went upstairs.

"Young girls are always full of passion, and being with them is always so happy." Beimen Jueyi said.

(End of this chapter)