Fujiwara Mairan saw the pursuers coming from inside the car, and she stomped on the accelerator with full horsepower, and raced along the frozen avenue.

There are no other cars on the roads outside Irkutsk, which gives them the best place for drag racing.

The tires were rolling in ice chips, the engines roared, and the two sedans tossed and chased back and forth, left and right, speeding farther and farther away into a place where no one was.

One ran frantically, the other clenched.

The frozen road could not stop them from turning the steering wheel wildly, several times dangerously, several times almost causing a car accident, and the tires slid and let out a piercing and long roar.

Just as they were engaged in a mad chase, several military helicopters circled over Andrei's villa, and the *** and bazookas rumbled and poured out their rage, and General Balorov's ambushed men killed the mafia's lair......

The Russian general, known for his fiery temper, not only feared for the life of his precious daughter Katyusha, but also because he was entrusted with ensuring that the chaos here was brought under control.

Andrei's end has truly come!

Fujiwara Mairan panicked, drove wherever she could, and when she found that there was no road ahead, she suddenly realized, but she had already left the crowd, far away from the suburbs, and came to a desert where no one was around.

The snow on the Siberian plateau could not melt in May or June, and seeing that the car was stuck in a snowdrift and could no longer move forward, Fujiwara Mairan kicked the car door and rushed barefoot into the vast ice and snow.

The chasing soldiers behind him bit very tightly, and it was no longer realistic to turn the head of the car, so he had to throw him forward with all his strength.

After more than a year of penance in Rikubetsu Town, Hokkaido, the coldest town in Japan, Fujiwara Mairan thought that she was excellent in cold resistance, so she abandoned the car and ran to the embrace of Siberia without thinking.

This wrong choice is destined to bring her unforgettable regret.

Extinguishing the car, Ye Fan slowly lit a cigarette, followed the dazzling red target left by the woman, and leisurely embarked on the journey of chasing the prey.

The snow is deep and soft, and when you step on it barefoot, you sink into the small half of your leg at once, and Fujiwara Mairan far underestimates the harsh conditions of the Siberian winter, which is definitely not the cold that Hokkaido can match.

The biting cold wind blew in the face, rolling up the blurry snow and hitting the body like an ice pick stinging the skin.

glanced back from time to time, and saw that figure following dozens of meters away in a hurry, Fujiwara Mairan hated the roots of her teeth.

He clearly played a game of cat and mouse with himself, and in this desolate and snowy region, there was no suitable means of transportation, and there was no way to escape his sight.

"Yaga!" Fujiwara Mairan felt that her skin could no longer withstand the long-term freezing and low temperature, and there was nothing on her feet to keep out the cold, and the soft pink legs gradually turned into red shrimp, stiff and cold, not like the objects on her body.

The other party is wearing military uniforms and military boots, neatly dressed, a masculine and majestic man and a woman with no shoes, socks and pants, follow unhurriedly in the white world, this is not tracking, but teasing her, with a flirtatious mentality, to see her ugly.

Difficult trek, every step was difficult, Fujiwara Wulan felt that she was almost unable to support it, but Ye Fan stepped on her footprints not far away, stepped on the road she opened up, and walked slowly with a cigarette in her mouth.

In just a few kilometers of footsteps, Fujiwara Mairan was exhausted, her weak body gradually weakened, and the cold was a sharp blade hanging over her head, which could crush her at any moment.

She was injured and unprepared, and it was not easy for her to hold on until now.

A howling cold wind lifted the red kimono, and finally, unable to step on the snow under her feet, Fujiwara Mairan staggered and fell into the snowdrift, smashing a large hole.

She struggled to stand up, but found that her legs and feet were already frozen, and not only that, but there were patches of chilblains on her skin!

"Run, why don't you run?" said the man who came with an ambiguous smile.

"Yaga! this damn Siberian weather!" Fujiwara Mairan pretended to be annoyed and angry, but her palm slapped into the snow, bursting into the snowflakes, her body flipped abruptly, her head down, her feet up, her two legs split into a horizontal line, spun wildly, and twisted towards Ye Fan's neck!

At the end of the mountain, she is still sleepy!

The high-speed rotating legs are still full of terrifying lethality, and Fujiwara Mairan held all her strength to kill, just to die.

The snow rolled up by his feet fluttered, and the red kimono swirled into a blood-colored poppy.

At this time, Fujiwara Mailan's combat power was consumed by injuries and severe cold, but at least it was okay to use these legs to break the neck of a Russian boxing champion, and the strength of hundreds or thousands of pounds was still there.

As a super master of Shintoism, although Fujiwara Mailan's hand-to-hand combat power is far less terrifying than stealth skills, it is also a few steps higher than a strong person in the ordinary sense, but she has encountered the most terrifying enemy in her life, the enemy of fate!

Undefeated is out of the question.

His eyes were slightly condensed, and Ye Fan's hands slowly opened and closed, seemingly a slow palm wind of four or two thousand catties, but in fact, he had a powerful momentum. The palm of his hand was divided forward, as if he was probing for something, and firmly grasped Fujiwara Mairan's two upside-down rotating pink legs, blocking her movements in an instant!

These two sleek and red beautiful legs stopped abruptly in front of him, opened a word horse, across his hand, and in an instant, the movements and postures of the two people, like the double dance on the ice, the perfect combination of softness and power, sexual sensation in place, exaggerated and wonderful.

"Tsk, bare-ass dancing, what are you making a fuss about? Beware of the wind blowing your ass and cold ......"

Fujiwara Mailan's body is super flexible, otherwise it would be impossible to practice an incredible stealth skill, her legs were tied and she didn't show any special panic, her arms stretched out, and she took the opportunity to grab Ye Fan's crotch!

"Damn, the monkey used it to steal peaches?"

It is not only related to the mission of continuing future generations, but also related to the happiness of a large group of women, Ye Fan's eyes showed a slight hint of murderous intent, his hands were raised upwards, and a huge force surged, and in an instant, he threw Fujiwara Mailan more than ten meters away, smashed it in the snowdrift, and couldn't move for a long time.

"Keep playing!" Ye Fan walked over with a smile, leaned over, squatted in front of this woman, looked at her face that was red from the cold, and stretched out his fingers to pinch her.

Just as his hand touched Fujiwara Mairan's skin, a puff of pink smoke suddenly exploded and hit his cheek.

"Grass!"

This foxy and cunning woman is really a trick!