World War I

Chapter 73 The Pride of Russia
"Colonel Turgenev, you're even more capable than I thought! I'm not as good as you. You're so talented! I could never write a report like this. Chris, could you please deliver the report to the director immediately? He was just urging me to do it. He's very impatient. Go now and drive my car."

Chris thought it was unprecedented that someone would make a special trip to the county police station just to deliver a case report.

After getting into the police car, Chris quietly opened the folder and took out the report.

I read the report in one glance. It only had two lines of text, concise and clear.

Chrissy leaned over the steering wheel with laughter.

County Police Department.

Chris handed the report to Director Knuckles.

"Director, I'm leaving first."

"Go."

Chris closed the office door and put her ear to it.

All I could hear was Chief Knuckles laughing wildly inside and banging his hands on the table.

When Andre received the copy of the document faxed by Director Knuckles, he pinched his chin.

The report reads: The case is not complicated. Last night I dreamed of the entire process of the case. Under God's guidance, I quickly solved the robbery case in Kursk Town. Reporter, Turgenev, July 2001, 7.

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A Moskva 2141 was heading towards the north of the town.

"Are you sure this is a long-term deal?"

Fyodor: "Luo Ye, don't you still believe me?"

"Can you drive faster?"

"It can't go any faster. The chassis isn't working."

"Will it stall?"

"Not really."

“Will it fall apart?”

"It might happen if you drive too fast. Look at this road, a country road, it's muddy everywhere."

When Luo Ye watched movies about World War II, he often saw such roads: bumpy and narrow, crawling slowly across the endless plains. The German army would look sad when it rained.

It is said that Germany was defeated because of the winter. The heavy snow made it impossible for the German army to keep up with its logistical supplies, especially in the Battle of Stalingrad and the Battle of Moscow, where the German army suffered heavy casualties.

But why couldn’t the German army’s supplies keep up? Look, Luo Ye seemed to have found the answer.

Half a century has passed, and Russia's road conditions are still so bad.

Especially in Siberia, have they been forgotten by the Russians? Where have the people from the Highway Bureau gone when they came out for a walk? You can't let a Chinese guy laugh at you.

The vast sky and the endless forest, whenever Luo Ye comes to the wild, he always feels a different mood.

The Russians are like this vast, ever-changing land: they are arrogant, but their hearts are hidden in the forests.

Luo Ye sighed.

"This trip is a big deal, believe me."

"I'm not talking about you. This damn road is driving me crazy. I still have this car. What a crappy, crappy, crappy car!" Fyodor was dissatisfied. "This is one of the best cars in Russia. It's the pride of Russia. You should be proud that we have such a national car! Look at China next door. All of China is made of Russian cars. In their eyes, we are a noble nation. Why are you looking at me like this?"

Luo Ye looked at him sideways.

That was blatant contempt.

"I won't choose a Russian car, I'll choose a Chinese car."

"What good cars are there in China? Tell me."

Luo Ye thought about it and said, "You're right. There really aren't many good brands of small Chinese cars in this era. I can buy a BMW and make do with it. This car—"

Fyodor slammed on the brakes.

Luo Ye's teeth almost knocked against the front desk.

"Can you drive?"

"Sorry, what did you say, buy a BMW police car?"

"No, I want to buy two!"

"Two more?"

"Yes, why are you looking at me? Drive."

The Muscovites 2141 continued forward.

"Are you going to give me one, Boss?"

This kid is getting too excited again.

"Yes--"

The Moscow 2141 creaked and stopped again. Luo Ye was prepared and grabbed the handrail on the side above his head.

“——Impossible.”

Fyodor rolled his eyes.

Luo Ye, who was used to driving electric police cars, really couldn't stand such a bad car. It was an indescribable torture, and his heart felt as uncomfortable as a cat's claws.

"The wind is blowing, and it feels a little more comfortable. Fortunately, the car doesn't even have air conditioning."

"It won't be hot."

"But I'm scorching hot, drive faster!"

"Yes, Sheriff!"

The Muscovites 2141 passed through seven villages, a church, and arrived at a farm.

The farm is next to the forest, with a small river in front of it. By the river, you can see dry and withered corn stalks left after a large harvest. Walking up along the cornfield, you can see a dozen cows quietly grazing on the slightly yellow grass.

"Three million rubles, if you can't handle it, then your month-end performance bonus won't be deducted, and you won't receive a penny. Let's be frank, isn't it a bit willful to gamble like this?"

"Everything is under my control, Sheriff. This deal is a win-win."

Luo Ye got off the car carrying a small black leather suitcase.

(End of this chapter)