Wan Feng leaned against the wall and closed his eyes for five or six minutes, and there was a sound in the room, although the sound was not loud, but Wan Feng could still hear it clearly.

"This Chinese man can eat and drink, and now he still has the heart to sleep. ”

Someone began to communicate in Russian.

Wan Feng had never spoken a word of Russian since he entered the room, and the people in the room probably thought that he couldn't understand Russian.

"Whisper, doesn't he speak Russian?"

"Probably not, I didn't see him speak Mandarin when he came. ”

"And when are we going to do it?"

"In the middle of the night, if the prison guards don't patrol and then do it, they have to save face. ”

"How?"

There was no sound, but Wan Feng saw a person wiping his neck through the slitted eyes.

"Actually, let's make it so complicated, let the prison guards let him out and shoot him to death, and say that his escape from prison is over!"

Wan Feng was taken aback, these bastards are really ruthless!

If this is the case, he will not even have the slightest chance of surviving, and he can still pull a breath with his fist, but he will have no way to be shot.

These are all made by that damn Qin Yuan, this guy must die!

If this product does not die, it will not be said that there are still Chinese people who come here to do business and will be poisoned by him.

There are still several lives in China, and he can be regarded as executing the criminal law on behalf of the motherland.

This thing has a home in Legaha, and there are always a few days a month... I have to go to Legaha once, and this one goes back and forth alone.

Legaha was not too far from the city of Bu, so Shamilov took action and tied the guy to a stone and threw it into the Longjiang River to feed the fish.

While Wan Feng was calculating Qin Yuan, Yevgeny walked out of the police station.

Yevgeny means noble in Russian, but this guy named Yevgeny is not noble at all.

After work, Yevgeny drove Volga and stopped at the door of a hotel, as the police chief of Komsomolsk, he had supreme power in his hands, and Yevgeny couldn't figure out what these powers could do, anyway, there were many, many more. But at the moment, it has only one function, and it doesn't cost money to eat.

Even if these restaurants are state-run, he will eat them.

There is no restaurant of a certain size in Komsomolsk that does not know him, and everyone knows that he loves to eat canned beef, pork cutlet, and caviar.

I also know that this guy is very bad, and if you offend him today, he won't need to find an excuse to trouble you tomorrow.

Therefore, when this goods came, even if the hotel did not wait to see him several times, he had to greet him with a smile.

When Yevgeny asked for these things, he brandished his knife and fork and began to feast.

As soon as he put a piece of beef in his mouth, he took the wine glass and poured more than two vodka into his mouth.

Evgeny took his glass and drank very quickly, but put it down much more slowly.

Without it, there was one more person across from him.

How did this person come to sit down and Yevgeny didn't even notice it.

The man was bearded, like Marx's, with thick wrinkles on his face, and a cool hat on his head.

Yevgeny put down his glass, stuck a pork chop in his knife and put it in his mouth as he asked, "Who are you, why are you in front of me?"

"I have a friend of mine who was arrested by your police station last night, and I hope he will be on the streets of Komsomolsk tomorrow. ”

Yevgeny chewed the pork chops without answering, and when the pork chops had swallowed them, he asked in an unhappy tone: "Are you ordering me? Do you know who you are talking to?"

"Yevgeny, Vladimir, Konstantin, the police chief of Komsomolsk. ”

"If you know who I am, you dare to talk to me in such a tone?"

"My friend was not caught breaking the law, he was innocent. ”

"Is it important for a Chinese to be innocent?"

"Important!"

Evgeny put down his knife and fork, wiped his hands with a napkin, and then pulled a pistol from his waist.

"Give you a minute to disappear from my eyes!"

"So, my friend, are you going to let it go?"

Yevgeny raised his gun at the comer: "One..."

The bearded man stood up, glanced at Yevgeny, turned and walked out of the hotel.

Evgeny proudly put away his pistol, picked up his knife and fork and continued to eat.

Except for a very few people or forces in Komsomolsk, no one else dared to fight him.

Half an hour later, Yevgeny walked out of the hotel full of wine and food and drove to a Khrushchev building on the outskirts of Komsomolsk.

It was the home of one of his mistresses.

After World War II, there were a large number of vacancies for men in the Soviet Union, which caused a serious imbalance in the ratio of men and women, and it was not uncommon for a Soviet man to have several mistresses.

The Soviet authorities also knew that there were more women than men in the country, so they turned a blind eye to such things.

As police chief, it is no secret that Yevgeny had several mistresses.

Yevgeny parked the car and went upstairs to the fourth floor and knocked on a door.

As soon as the door opened, a bewitching woman in her twenties appeared inside the door.

Yevgeny stepped into the room.

The girl, Ksenia, was more than twenty years younger than Yevgeny, but that didn't stop them from having an intimate relationship.

In the Soviet Union, it was too common for a girl of sixteen or seventeen to be with a man in his thirties and forties, and they might not be able to find a man.

Seeing Ksenia's young ketone body, Yevgeny's half-bottle of vodka just now had a chemical reaction, which was converted from chemical energy to physical energy.

Several degrees of wind and rain... That's impossible to drop, with Evgeny's age a few storms and rains, that's, maybe the wind will blow immediately.

After a storm, they were as tired as dead dogs.

Yevgeny did turn into a dead dog afterwards and soon snored.

Yevgeny had a dream that he was getting a haircut in a barbershop, and he was going to get a haircut that was fashionable at the moment, so that he could show his might and domineering.

But when his hair was finished, he looked at himself in the mirror and froze.

The damn barber actually shaved his bald head.

Yevgeny was on fire, and Lao Tzu's hair was already small, and the barber even shaved a few of his hair.

This can't bear it, and he's going to take the barber to prison.

The damn barber actually picked up a bucket of water and poured it on his head.

Evgeny snapped up with a quick wit.

It turned out to be a dream!

Yevgeny was just about to roll over and fall asleep again, when suddenly something didn't feel right.

For there was indeed water pouring down on his head, dripping like a light rain.

Is it raining outside or is the house leaking?

I don't think I heard the rain outside.

Yevgeny subconsciously scratched his head, and when his hand touched his scalp, he slipped it.

Evgeny was startled and quickly touched his hand on his head a few times.

An event that I had just dreamed about became a reality.

He's bald, he's bald, he's bald! Child!