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Supreme Psychic Power - Chapter [-] Vodka and Pickled Cucumbers

Wang Sen doesn't know how to ski, but as a child who grew up in the northeastern countryside, he is quite familiar with ice games. After trying a few times, he basically mastered the essentials of skiing, and his speed is getting faster and faster.

"Wow, look at his speed is as fast as lightning, like an eagle on the Kazakh grassland!" Andreev gave a thumbs up and praised Wang Sen's skiing speed. The young man with his forehead turned out to be so smart, he mastered the essentials of the movement with just a few pointers, he couldn't help but put away his contempt, grasped the ski pole with both hands and stabbed hard backwards, and his whole body flew forward lightly.

On the vast snow field, more than a dozen skiers lined up in a line, flying towards the distant mountains like a flock of migratory birds returning from the north. The one leading the way was a red snowmobile. Inside, he raised his middle finger to Wang Sen who was following him.

With a sudden rush, Wang Sen's skis rubbed against the thick snow field, and the snowflakes splashed all over Shangguan Yun's face. Shangguan Yun was stunned by the snowflakes and coughed. He shook off the snowflakes on his body in a rage. He grabbed the hot water bag and threw it at Wang Sen.

After two hours of galloping, the group finally arrived at the secret munitions base located deep in the forest. It is located on a leeward slope, surrounded by dense red pine forests, the trees are covered with snowflakes, and crisp clicking sounds can be heard from time to time , It was the snow that broke the branches.

Andreev put away his skis and carried them on his shoulders, leading the way. Shangguan Yun and two bodyguards were pushing heavy snowmobiles, panting from exhaustion. Wang Sen raised his middle finger at him, so angry that Shangguan Yun grabbed the snowball and hit him he.

After turning many turns, the group finally came to a secret cave deep in the mountain. At the entrance of the cave, there were two members of the Tomahawk organization wearing snow combat uniforms and carrying AK47 guards. They searched everyone in detail. They confiscated their mobile phones and other communication equipment, and then opened the heavy iron door to let them in.

It was dark inside the iron gate, and there was a strong smell of diesel oil, the rocks under his feet were still trembling slightly, and the buzzing sound of machines came from his ears. Wang Sen raised his head and looked at the dim yellow 40w lamp above his head. The light bulb, with the words "Foshan Lighting" printed on it, is indeed a Chinese product.

Going forward, you entered a narrow and deep tunnel. There were many intersections along the way, leading to the dark distance. After reaching a junction, Andreev stopped, and turned on the wolf-eye flashlight he carried with him. "Gentlemen, we are going to take an elevator next, I hope you don't fight, the elevator is spacious enough."

"Look down on the Chinese!" Lao Lang muttered, Wang Sen just smiled, there is no way, the quality of Chinese people determines the opinion of foreigners.

This is an old-fashioned elevator built in the Soviet Union, following the old Maozi's usual style - simple, rough, so simple that it is almost two steel cables hanging up and down in an iron cage. If you don't have the guts, you really dare not take it .

Shangguan Yun walked into the elevator with a dark face, holding on to the iron railing with both hands, for fear of being thrown out by the descending elevator.

The elevator rushed to the dark underground with the whistling sound of the wind. Hearing the hissing sound produced by the friction between the steel and the air, everyone felt their scalps tingle. Wang Sen's hair was blown into a mess by the wind, but he could only He firmly grasped the iron railing, as long as he let go, he might be thrown sideways by the elevator.

After 30 thrilling seconds, the elevator finally stopped, and everyone took a long breath. Andreev drew a cross on his chest, "Oh, thank God Almighty, I survived again."

"So they are afraid too." Lao Lang laughed, and Wang Sen also laughed. It seemed that everyone was afraid of death, including the nervous old Maozi.

After getting out of the elevator, the scene in front of me became brighter. The spacious tunnel was covered with white tiles, the walls were inlaid with incandescent light bulbs that could not be seen, and there were two pots of flowers in the aisle. Unfortunately, due to the long time Long dead.

It got hotter as he walked inside, Wang Sen took off his down jacket and held it in his hands. After all this trouble, Shangguan Yun was out of breath, so he walked forward with the help of two of them, and Wang Sen didn't give up on anyone. Looking back at the opportunity, he rushed to Shangguan Yun and raised his middle finger, "Shangguan Yun, I have to take the elevator later, can you hold it?"

ah!Want to take the elevator?Shangguan Yun's face turned green on the spot.

The bodyguard supporting Shangguan Yun revealed his vicious look, and gently pulled out a bamboo spike more than a foot long from his cuff. Shangguan Yun waved his hand at him to signal that he should not act rashly.

Four members of the Tomahawk organization in Soviet military uniforms and black hoods stepped forward and blocked the way of the crowd. Andreev hurriedly took out a thick document from his pocket and handed it to them. The person who looked like the leader opened the information bag, flipped through it one by one, finally nodded, tore a note from the note and handed it to Andreev, indicating that they could pass.

Andreev held the note as if he had found a treasure. He knew that it was the proof of delivery, and he could only take the goods written on the note. As for what was not on it, it meant that there were no goods in the warehouse.

The crowd followed Andreev, and under the surveillance of the four fully armed Tomahawk members, they came to an empty underground square with an area half the size of a football field, and there were many silver-white metal doors beside them. Where it leads, let alone what secrets are hidden inside.

More than a dozen gang members armed to the teeth came over and stopped everyone at the edge of the square. After a bald man took the note from Andreev, he cleared his throat and read aloud in Russian. When they saw a weapon, a metal door opened in response to the sound, and a forklift drove out from inside, put the goods packed in boxes on the square, and then drove back.

"One thousand ak47 rifles!" The bald man shouted loudly in Russian, drove out a forklift from the metal door facing the crowd, and slowly came to the center of the square, put heavy wooden boxes on the ground, and then pressed the Honk the horn, which means the task has been completed. The bald man whistled at the forklift, and the forklift drove back slowly.

"50 rounds of 7.62mm bullets." Another forklift swayed out and put the box on the ground. With a bang, everyone's feet trembled.

Soon the goods were all ready, and the bald man allowed Andreev and Shangguan Yun to inspect the goods, while the others were still restricted from the edge. The militants holding an94 had ferocious faces, with eyes like lone wolves Staring at these people, Wang Sen even thought that if he really took a step forward, they would definitely shoot.

Naturally, there is no problem with the goods. The barrels of those AK rifles are still wrapped in gun oil, and they look like new.Shangguan Yun nodded, expressing his satisfaction with the goods, "It can be packed."

The bald man blew his whistle twice again, the silver-white ceiling above his head slowly opened, and two mechanical hands stretched out from inside, grabbing a flat-bottomed container on the ground, and a forklift drove through a door that had never been opened just now. Come out, put the goods into the container one by one, and finally close the door of the container with a "bang", solder it to death, and put a mark on it, and the whole process is completed.

The manipulator on the top of the head is slowly lifted, and the container is lifted into the air. A maz543 truck slowly drives out from the other metal door. Go straight to the seaport of Vladivostok.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly the iron door creaked, and another maz543 truck that was almost exactly the same as the one just now drove out, pulling the same red container out of the opposite door, and everyone was in the same mood. Stunned, Andreev explained with a smile, "It contains potatoes, which are specially used to confuse customs officers."

"You can go." The bald man said in English, and the militants also cooperated with them and raised their weapons at them. Andreev hurriedly handed the bald man a cigarette, and the bald man laughed loudly. He punched Andreev hard on the chest, stretched out his hand and grabbed a thick stack of dollars from his clothes, and slapped them in the palm of his hand.

Andreev also smiled, took the Stechkin automatic pistol handed over by the bald man, led a few people out of the tunnel, and ran straight for the port of Vladivostok.

"We are bare-handed, what should we do?" Wang Sen secretly asked the old wolf. The old wolf put his index finger to his mouth and made a silent gesture. Wang Sen had to follow behind them, holding the ski poles with both hands, but his mind was Quickly calculate all kinds of possibilities.

The port of Vladivostok is constantly busy. Huge icebreakers are moored in the dock one by one, and the jib cranes are back and forth to place the containers on the ship. The whole process is carried out in an orderly manner.

There is a separate pier next to the No. [-] pier, where three huge icebreakers are parked. Trucks unload their cargo here, and drive away with a roar. This is just an inconspicuous pier, but It caught Wang Sen's attention, because he saw the bald man he saw in the cave during the day, although it was just a flash, but Wang Sen can guarantee that he was absolutely right.

Naturally, Wang Sen would not tell Shangguan Yun about this secret, nor did he mention a single word to Lao Lang. For Andreev, Wang Sen always believed that gangsters were the most unreliable, and he just firmly remembered the bald man. At the last location, he followed behind everyone and walked towards a tavern by the pier.

It is true that Russians like vodka, and vodka and pickled cucumbers are their favorite. Wang Sen has seen this clearly: almost every man walking on the pier must have a bottle of wine in his hand. , in his left hand was a frozen pickled cucumber, a mouthful of wine, and a mouthful of crispy pickled cucumber, causing Wang Sen to tilt his head and look at it for a long time.