the world is at stake

For this kind of bottomless blasphemy, Martha gritted her teeth angrily, and took the man's hand hard because of her emotions.Zhou Qingfeng was surprised to find that this girl was surprisingly powerful.

If Lenin had a spirit after death, what would he think if he found that the country he founded had died so uselessly?It is also strange that the national spirit of the Soviet Union has been slandered and smeared to such an extent.

Zhou Qingfeng pondered for a long time, because China has also gone through a similar dead end, slandering heroes and overturning scum have become the trend.If the regime is overthrown, there will be many people cheering and celebrating on the corpse of China, and the ugliness will only be more excessive than that of the Russian oligarchs.

A bald, fat Russian man came over, took a look at Martha and was fascinated, he couldn't help approaching her, with a greasy grinning face, he said that he was from the energy department, and he had a lot of resources to share.

Martha ignored it, and only sighed to Zhou Qingfeng: "Look, it's this kind of people who ruined the whole country. It's not just one or two, but tens of thousands.

For money, Russians can do all kinds of incredible things.

For example, before the disintegration, Marshal Akhromeyev participated in the '8.19' coup in an attempt to save the Soviet Union, but after failing, he hanged himself.He was buried with all his medals of honor and marshal uniform.

But the day after his burial, someone dug his tomb, dragged out his body, stole all his medals, stripped off his marshal uniform, and sold these things at a high price on the black market. "

"Yes, yes, this is Russia, this is my motherland, my compatriots." Masha suddenly laughed, the laughter was full of madness and anger, and the people around turned their heads.

The fat, bald man who struck up a conversation had a swollen belly, and he was sullen with no response for a long time.He reached out to grab Martha's arm, but when he was dodged, he looked at Zhou Qingfeng and cursed in Russian.

"Go away, I'm not in a good mood right now, don't ask for trouble." Zhou Qingfeng didn't understand Russian, so he replied in English.He was so clouded by Martha's narration that it was hard enough just to listen.

The big fat man who came to make trouble ignored the warning and refused to give up.Seeing that it was going to attract more attention, Zhou Qingfeng stretched out his foot and hooked it, tripping the opponent's fat body, and then kicked it.

The fat Russian man who was almost three hundred catties was dragged down by his own weight, fell heavily on the deck, tumbled and fell through the gap between the ship's railings, and fell into the water with a splash, making a huge splash.

Although the 'Aurora' was covered with colorful lights, the deck of the ship was dimly lit, and almost no one saw Zhou Qingfeng's movements.Several sailors in military uniforms who acted as waiters ran over, thinking that someone had drunk too much and fell down.

After all, for Maozi, anything can happen if he drinks too much.

The uniformed sailor brought the juice, and Martha picked it up and took a sip.She pulled Zhou Qingfeng and asked, "Victor, what do you think I will do?"

Zhou Qingfeng frowned, "The dead will not be resurrected, and the collapsed empire is not worth saving. I am Chinese, and at most I am alert to the tragedy of the Soviet Union, but I will not pity you one bit.

Don't expect to talk about these Russian sufferings, I will help you go back in time and space.I'm not going to help you or either side of the Brit.Actually, I hate being pulled into your quest. "

After categorically refusing, Zhou Qingfeng was even more puzzled, "Besides, you recruited me as an ally, who did Charles from the 'Low-Key Club' recruit? Are you not worried that I will turn against you?"

Martha was chuckling, her voice loose.She let go of Zhou Qingfeng's arm, took a few steps back, and said in a low voice, "Victor, your presence is the greatest help to me."

The sense of danger was getting stronger and stronger, Zhou Qingfeng moved his feet and moved forward quickly, trying to grab Martha's hand and control this beautiful and dangerous woman.

But when Zhou Qingfeng moved, Martha also moved immediately.The two of them changed their positions as they moved up and down, advancing and retreating at a speed as fast as a shadow.

Zhou Qingfeng was stunned, no one had ever been able to compete with him in speed, this was the first time.Martha grinned silently, and then whispered: "Puppy, you are surprised, aren't you?"

"You... have also been strengthened."

"Yes, there are actually two fortifying potions. I have never talked to anyone about this. You are the first to know. Aren't you a little proud? My lovely Victor."

Martha backed away as she spoke.She turned her back to the visitors and girls on the deck, but she was quick and accurate as if she had eyes in the back of her head.Zhou Qingfeng approached step by step, not wanting to let this woman go.

"What else are you hiding?"

"Oh, I hide a lot. My measurements, do you want to know? It's hot!"

"If you want to provoke me, this trick is not enough."

"Really? Then let's continue."

The two confronted each other and retreated from the front deck to the back deck, quickly passed in front of several sailors, passed through a band, and came to the middle of the other two NO.30 people.

The layout of the rear deck of the 'Aurora' is more gorgeous than that of the front deck. Higher-level dignitaries gather here. The women are more beautiful and hot, and the men are more presumptuous and wild.

There are special bodyguards guarding the passage to prevent ordinary visitors from breaking in.

But Zhou Qingfeng and Martha were unusual. The pace of the two advancing and retreating became faster and faster. They easily dodged the bodyguards' obstruction and broke into the crowd on the rear deck.

Martha ran up behind the men, smashed the glass of juice she was holding onto the ground, and then yelled at Zhou Qingfeng, "Don't come near me."

The band was playing the melodious 'Blue Danube', but the music was interrupted by shattering glass and a woman screaming.The men on the rear deck turned their heads one after another, first surprised by Martha's beauty, and then all looked at Zhou Qingfeng.

Seeing clearly that it was an Asian man chasing the most beautiful girl, the Slavic men present were a little more courageous, and they all seemed filled with righteous indignation and wanted to 'hero save the beauty'.

One of the middle-aged men was chatting and laughing with his friends. When he saw Martha approaching him in a panic, he turned around and stared at Zhou Qingfeng, and shouted viciously, "I'm Prokhorov. This is a banquet for my friends. Boy ,Who are you?"

Zhou Qingfeng ignored the middle-aged man's words, stared at the culprit hiding behind him, and said, "Martha, don't play such childish tricks. You'd better make things clear."

Martha still looked pitiful, and begged the middle-aged man: "Sir, I don't know this kid, but he keeps harassing me."

Zhou Qingfeng said loudly: "Martha, it won't do you any good to provoke me."

But Martha yelled to the surroundings in a delicate tone: "I'm very scared."

Naturally, a middle-aged man can't let a stranger disturb his banquet.He shouted to the bodyguard who rushed over: "No matter who this kid is, throw him out."

Zhou Qingfeng also encountered this kind of situation for the first time.He took a deep breath, determined not to fall into the trap of Martha's sowing discord, raised his hands, and said calmly in English, "Okay, I'll leave, I'll leave by myself."

This is a rare good temper for Uncle Zhou.

But the middle-aged man on the opposite side continued to shout in Russian: "Boy, I didn't allow you to leave. I'm talking about throwing you out, into the river."

Hahaha... The men on the rear deck watching the excitement saw Zhou Qingfeng's aggressive intrusion and blinked his eyes to admit his cowardice, all of them laughed happily.Soon someone followed suit...

"Yes, throw him in the river."

"Tomorrow morning, the River Management Office will be able to post a body identification notice."

"Why wait until tomorrow morning? You can turn this foreign boy into a corpse now."

The time for the Maozi upstarts to gain power and status is too short, and the way they express themselves is also simple and rude.The man on the rear deck could be considered a local tyrant in St. Petersburg, and he looked at Zhou Qingfeng like a country bumpkin.

Martha poked her head out from behind the middle-aged man's shoulder, and winked at Zhou Qingfeng triumphantly, as if repeating the previous sentence, "Victor, your presence is the greatest help to me."

Two bodyguards walked behind Zhou Qingfeng, reached out to hold his shoulders, and threw him into the river.He could hear the heavy footsteps approaching behind him, gritted his teeth helplessly, and cursed at the middle-aged man opposite: "Idiot, it will be good for you to restrain yourself now."

The middle-aged man laughed loudly, causing the surrounding visitors to laugh together.He asked angrily: "Boy, have you never known politeness and respect? It's too late to apologize now."

Martha stood up and shouted, and said softly: "He's so fierce, really so fierce, he can kill people."

The bodyguard's palm was less than ten centimeters away from Zhou Qingfeng, he sighed, "Well, it seems I'm not good at apologizing to people." After speaking, he slammed forward.

Martha reacted very quickly, she pushed the middle-aged man standing in front of her, but she avoided it.

The winter in St. Petersburg is long. In order to resist the cold, most of the Maozi men eat to be strong and overweight.

The middle-aged man is also full of flesh, with a strong body.But his chest was kicked by Zhou Qingfeng, and his thick chest collapsed on the spot.

Its body seemed to be hit by a shell, and its weight of hundreds of kilograms flew upside down seven or eight meters. It fell on the deck and slid a few meters, over the ship's railing, and fell into the Neva River.

The sudden change stunned everyone on the rear deck. Only Martha, who was dodging, yelled at Zhou Qingfeng: "Victor, you killed Mr. Prokhorov from St. Petersburg. He is a local media tycoon, but he is a big shot."

"I don't care who he is, it's a corpse now." Once Zhou Qingfeng made a move, he was merciless, and quickly stepped forward, continuing to attack Martha, trying to catch her.

But this woman was even faster than Zhou Qingfeng in terms of agility, scurrying around on the back deck, using guests, bodyguards, and sailors as cover, and kept dodging.

The rear deck has tables for serving food, instruments for the band, and lamps for lighting.These became tools used by Martha.She can even step on the iron chain of the ship's railing in high heels, turning and running.

A few bodyguards were like clumsy bears, bumping into the layout of the scene, but they couldn't keep up with the ghostly figures of the two uninvited guests.They simply took out their sidearms and fired a few shots into the sky recklessly, trying to suppress the field.

When the shot rang out, the hostesses finally had a chance to scream and flee in panic.There were also quite a few guests who thought they were strong and strong, and wanted to join in and help, arrest Zhou Qingfeng who was making trouble together.

The afterdeck chase didn't last long, as a small boat passed 'Aurora'.Martha jumped down from the rear deck looking for an opportunity, and landed on the boat with a vigorous posture.

Zhou Qingfeng wanted to chase after it, but two or three gunmen stood out from the boat and fired mercilessly at the rear deck of 'Aurora'.

Amidst the sudden sound of gunshots, Zhou Qingfeng didn't dare to face the rain of bullets and was forced to dodge.The bodyguard who was following him bumped into each other, was shot full of bullet holes, and was killed together with several guests.

While dodging, Zhou Qingfeng discovered that the gunmen on the boat were not aiming at him at all, they were killing the party members on the back deck, those guests standing with the middle-aged people.

The gunfire started and stopped suddenly, and the boat had gone away. The tables and chairs on the rear deck of the "Aurora" were overturned, the wine was spilled, the lamps were broken, and it was full of blood and corpses.

Zhou Qingfeng stood up again, and all the surviving hostesses stared at him tremblingly.That media tycoon named 'Prokhorov' was killed by him.

There were a lot of witnesses at the scene.

Chapter 02 Split

On the rear deck of the 'Aurora', the shattered lanterns flickered and sparks burst out.The overturned wine bottle was pouring out red wine, which mixed with the blood on the deck.

More than a dozen corpses fell between the dining table and lamps, and the gorgeous scene of drinking wine was replaced by the horror of death.

A hostess was hiding under the turret on the rear deck, trembling and crying.Hearing footsteps around her, she hugged her head tightly, not daring to open her eyes, her breathing was short, and her arms trembled slightly.

Zhou Qingfeng walked out from the hiding place, glanced at the boat that was quickly moving away on the river, didn't care why Martha made such arrangements, and only started to check the corpses on the deck.

5 minutes……

No, maybe 3 minutes.

The "Aurora" is in the center of St. Petersburg, across the road is the Nakhimov Junior Sea School, across the river is the St. Petersburg Hotel, and Lenin Square is nearby.

As long as the Russian patrols are not too bad, they will come as soon as they receive the alarm. They will be shocked by the tragedy of the massacre at the reception, and they will start an investigation immediately.

Media reporters may flock to the incident, or they may turn a blind eye, depending on the willingness and ability of the controller behind it.

The situation was very bad, but Zhou Qingfeng didn't just run away, he had to take some time to collect basic supplies from the corpse.People who come to the party are either rich or expensive, and besides their wallets, they also have various documents.

St. Petersburg Mayor Matviyenko, Federal Economic Development Minister Nabiullin, and Zhou Qingfeng couldn't understand the Russian language on their documents, but the government badge on it still made him say "wow".

These two are high-ranking officials of the Russian Federation, but they came to a party of media tycoons.Now the bodies of the two men are covered with bullet holes and lie on the rear deck of the 'Aurora'.

The bodyguards brought by the high-ranking officials are from the Russian Federation Secret Service.One of them escaped the attack on the boat, saw someone turning over the corpse, aimed his gun, and shouted: "Don't move, raise your hands."

Before the shouting was over, a table knife came like lightning, shot through the secret service's mouth, pierced through the back of the head and came out.

Zhou Qingfeng was almost undisturbed and continued to rummage through the corpses. He grabbed a garbage bag in the corner and stuffed more than a dozen bloody wallets, watches, mobile phones, and IDs into it.

On the bodyguard's body were pistols, micro-instruments, car keys, walkie-talkies, knives, gear, and even gadgets such as sunglasses. As long as Zhou Qingfeng thought it was useful, they were all stuffed into garbage bags.

The task of reversing time and space was very unreasonable, and Zhou Qingfeng was not prepared for it.But he is well aware of the chaos in Russia in 94, and more equipment is always right.

Within 3 minutes, the garbage bag was filled to the brim.

Before leaving, Zhou Qingfeng also threw some corpses into the river, allowing the current to wash away the corpses.He knew the process of the police investigating the case, and it would take time to recover the corpse and identify the deceased.

In the middle of the night, the people of the St. Petersburg River Management Bureau cannot be too diligent, and they can delay for 1 minute.However, the longer the delay, the more powerful bodyguards and special officials came.

After killing two federal agents in a row, Zhou Qingfeng held a 'Stechkin' and carried a large black garbage bag, hurried across the ship's side deck, and returned to the shore from the gangway.

The sudden murder did not last long.There was a lot of chaos on the warship and on the shore, and the people on board fled everywhere, but people farther away were just curious and even stopped to watch.

Zhou Qingfeng looked around and chose to walk in a dimly lit place. At the same time, he took out several car keys and pressed them along the way.

These car keys came from the body of some bodyguard or secret service, and these dignitaries came to the party and the car should be parked nearby.Zhou Qingfeng can only hope that he is lucky and can find a certain car.

As a world-renowned famous scenic spot, there is a small parking lot on the shore of the 'Aurora'.When a 'Mercedes-Benz' key was pressed, a square-headed off-road vehicle not far away made a 'cheep' sound and its lights flashed.

After getting into the car, Zhou Qingfeng quickly started to move away.He has never been to St. Petersburg, can only run along the road, and thanks to the backwardness of the 90s.

These days there is no ubiquitous road surveillance, let alone camera phones.

It is certain that there were quite a few people who saw Zhou Qingfeng when the murder happened, but there must not be many who really recognized his face, and most of them were killed.

Most of the hostesses present survived.But these people have not received special training, so it is impossible to accurately describe Zhou Qingfeng's face. At most, they can say that there is an Asian murderer.

The city of St. Petersburg is still brightly lit at night.This is Russia's second largest city and its largest port, somewhat more westernized and trendy than Moscow.

The 'Mercedes-Benz' has a police license plate and police communication equipment inside.Zhou Qingfeng adjusted the frequency band, but there was only Russian dialogue.He drove a few kilometers to the side of the road and sorted out his harvest.

The most valuable thing in the dozens of wallets is cash, mostly US dollars, with a small amount of rubles, the total amount is tens of thousands.Two 'Stechkin', an unknown micro punch, plus seven or eight magazines.

Many certificates bear the coat of arms of the Ministry of Internal Affairs of Russia, and the tricolor national flag of 'white, blue and red' is very eye-catching, which also represents the extraordinary identity of the deceased, which will definitely trigger a strong chain effect.

In addition, there are mobile phones, the kind with antennas, and black and white screens, which are at least better than the first-generation 'bricks'.Zhou Qingfeng did not throw away these communication tools, but removed their batteries.

Some paper towels were found in the 'Mercedes-Benz' car, and Zhou Qingfeng wiped the blood on his clothes.Then he took a watch, banknotes and a pistol, got out of the car and walked into a bookstore on the side of the road that was still open late at night.

When driving by, Zhou Qingfeng was attracted by the newspaper column at the door of the roadside bookstore.He circled around the neighborhood twice to make sure there were no police cars before he parked the 'Mercedes Benz' a hundred meters away from the store entrance.

It should be late autumn at this moment, and the night was very cold. Zhou Qingfeng tightened the leather jacket he was wearing, making sure that he had no flaws, and then pushed open the door of the bookstore.The bell behind the door rang loudly, waking up Aunt Maozi who was dozing off behind the counter.She saw that it was an Asian, who seemed to be a tourist, with a smile on her chubby face, and a reluctant greeting in English: "Good evening, sir."

The shop is not big, and it specializes in selling travel magazines and maps, which is also a feature of the city of St. Petersburg.Listening to the cashier's aunt speaking English, Zhou Qingfeng breathed a sigh of relief. He finally found someone who could communicate normally.

"I want to buy a traffic map." Zhou Qingfeng said.

"Of course." Aunt Maozi took out two or three maps in Russian and English from the shelf beside her, and asked, "Are you Japanese or Korean?"

In the 90s, Japanese tourists traveled all over the world, and Koreans also did business everywhere. Just like later generations of Chinese aunts who went abroad to shop for goods, they were very famous abroad.

"No, I'm Chinese." Zhou Qingfeng chose the English version of the map, opened it, looked at it, and decided to buy it.

When Aunt Maozi heard that she was Chinese, she quickly found some red souvenirs from the shelves.For example, the portrait of Lenin, the high imitation Soviet medal, or the pictorial of the former Soviet Union, and tried their best to promote it.

Zhou Qingfeng chose the newspaper displayed in the window, but regrettably found that there was no English version.He tentatively asked, "ma'am, can I ask some questions?"

A twenty-dollar bill lay on the till.

Aunt Maozi didn't seem to open her eyes when she saw Qian, but instead asked hesitantly, "Are you...?"