American natural disaster

"Fanya! Stop! Please...let me die there!"

The huge figure in front paused for a moment, then continued to move forward with the sled.

A person was dragged on the sled, secured with a thick quilt, and a snow-blocking cloth was placed over his head.

Fortunately, the journey was not long, and they soon came to a processing plant that was still smoking.

The big man walked into the processing plant with the bag. After a while, a roaring motor sounded, and an old tracked armored vehicle rushed out of the warehouse behind the processing plant.

When they arrived at the sled, the armored vehicle stopped, and the big man named Fanke got out of it. He opened the back door of the armored vehicle, lifted the people on the sled into the vehicle, fixed it, closed the door and started on the road again. Although the voices of the people on the sled were still there, they were drowned out by the roar of the motor.

Two days later, they arrived at a port, sold their armored vehicles, and spent a fortune to board a crude smuggling submarine.

After arriving in Alaska, they found a way to get two passports, replaced the photos, and took a flight to Vancouver and then to New York.

The old man's health deteriorated rapidly, he vomited blood several times, and his body was covered with blue-gray blood veins.

"Mr. Ivan, are you going to the Holy Angel Academy? Are you looking for Raphael Holy Angel?"

The flight attendants on the plane turned pale with fright when they saw the old gentleman's face and vomiting blood.

Remember m in a second.

"Yes, I hope it comes in time."

"Do you need me to ask the captain to help you contact the driver at New York Airport?"

"I need it so much, thank you so much."

After landing, a special car will pick them up inside the airport as soon as they get off the plane. Of course, this comes at a cost.

When he arrived at the Holy Angel Orphanage, the old man was still breathing heavily.

As soon as he entered the angel realm, Ivan felt that the pain on his body was fading away at a perceptible speed.

The people next to him saw the old man on his body and the blue lines on the old man's skin, and knew that this was a seriously ill patient, so he made room for them.

Ivan looked at the people around him warily. He had never felt the love of others for him. Instead, he was betrayed everywhere, so he was full of scrutiny and hostility towards everything in the world.

"Man, may I ask, are you a Christian?"

A bearded man asked him.

"Sorry, I'm not."

"Do you want to join our Christian religion? We can help you send people to the innermost part, and your chances of receiving mercy from the angels will be greatly increased!"

"But I heard that as long as you are in the angelic realm, the effect is exactly the same." These magicians are shameless and shameless!

"Then don't you want to see the angel? His Excellency the Holy Angel will appear in the small playground every day. You can't see it from here."

"No, I am penniless and have made many mistakes. I am ashamed to see her."

"As long as the crime is not extremely heinous, the gods will forgive it."

"Let me think about it. God's envoy can forgive me, but I can't help it myself."

When the man saw what he said, he made the sign of the cross and left.

Ivan let out a sigh of relief as he listened to his father's breathing becoming calmer. He won the bet. This was not a scam!

So, do holy angels really exist?

Do gods really exist?

"A fucking textbook!"

"Fanke, I saw your grandma."

"Shut up! Old bastard, you'll be fine." He took out a bottle of Chinese liquor he bought in Alaska from his luggage bag, opened it and took a sip. Then he saw his father's chapped lips and gave it to him. Take a sip.

I don’t know the reason for the white bear’s constitution, but the old man’s face turned rosy after taking a sip, “Fanke, where are we?”

"Where there are angels."

"Then why are you here!?" He sat up suddenly.

"Lie down, old bastard! You're not fully recovered yet." Ivan pushed him down.

"Fanke, are you dead too? Why?"

"I'm not dead, and you're not dead either. I found a place to treat you. There is a... a holy angel here."

"Do you mean doctor?"

"more or less……"

"Did I take any medicine? I feel that I am recovering quickly. This is not scientific..."

"I saw it. Okay, shut up and rest. I don't want to hear your noise. I want to be quiet."

In any case, the old man's illness improved quickly. After waiting for three days, the old man was called to have recovered and asked to leave the angel realm. They then left, but they also confirmed the existence of angels again, because he had not told anyone since he got here. name.

"Fanke, I want to visit her, your grandma."

"Have you thought about how to face Uncle Ivica?"

The old man lowered his head, walked for a while, and then asked, "Then where are we going now?"

"Let's go to Taoyuan Town. I want to confirm whether God really exists."

The old man said nothing. Three days was enough for his world view to be shattered hundreds of times.

Two days later, the two of them were standing on the Zhenkou Street of Taoyuan Town. The old man said, "Fanke, this place seems... it seems to be your second uncle's home, but its previous name was Hutao Town."

Ivan's answer was simpler. He went directly to the shop owner and asked, "Is there an old man named Ivica Ivan Fanko in your town?"

"Are you looking for Ivica?"

"His ancestors are from Russia. Was this place called Walnut Town before?"

"That's right, this place was called Walnut Town more than 20 years ago, and Ivica is Russian. Does it sound like your accent is from Russia? You can just speak Russian in the town, and everyone here can speak it."

"Really?" Ivan started his sentence in Russian.

"Of course, who are you from Ivica?" the old man who opened the shop said to him in very standard and fluent Russian.

Ivan was surprised by his fluency in Russian, but he still pressed his curiosity and said: "This is my father, and Ivica is my second uncle."

"God, I didn't even know Ivica had other relatives. Just wait, I'll take you there."

The old man who opened the shop didn't even close his shop, so he walked out directly and followed them into the town.

"You, don't you need to look at the store?"

"It's okay, it's a fully automatic vending machine. I just went to restock it, so I don't need to keep an eye on it."

"Have you ever stayed in Russia before? I heard that your Russian is very standard."

"Haha, let's talk about this later." The old man avoided talking and led them across the entire town to the other end.

This town has a very large flow of people, and there are construction sites everywhere. Although many spray devices have been installed to prevent dust from flying, the noise during construction cannot be avoided. This is a prosperous town.

Soon, they came to an independent house. Forty or fifty meters away, they could hear the sound of people coming from that house, as if they were cheering for something.

After knocking on the door many times, someone finally opened the door. It was a beautiful woman with blond hair and a graceful figure.

"Huh? Hello, Father Sapir, come in quickly, these two are..."

"Hello, Miss Natasha, congratulations on your successful resurrection. These two relatives of Ivica came to recognize their relatives."

"Thank you, Dad Sapir. Do you want to come in for a drink? Come in quickly!"

Ivan thought that the girl with an obviously Russian name was his second uncle's daughter, but how could the Fanke family give birth to such a beautiful girl?

Too fake? Both myself and my father, or the young second uncle I saw in the photos, are all crooked and cracked. She is so beautiful, it is impossible... My second aunt...