"Yes! It must be destroyed!" He didn't want to hide Wushuang, because Wushuang got into his car, and the life and death of the three Chinese were all "handled" to the Russians.-

After getting on the expressway, Mercedes-Benz did not drive like the Nei Meng direction, but directly drove from the fork to Harbin. It only takes an hour and a half to walk from Changchun to Harbin Expressway. There is a barren mountain in the suburbs of Harbin, and the barren mountain is under high alert. It is a military airport.

A small transport plane was waiting. Grasim got out of the car and said to the Chinese pilot who was on standby, and then said to Wushuang and others: "Mr. Wushuang, the plane will take you directly to your destination. I wish you a happy journey."

"Grasim, what do you mean? Don't you go with us? What about the other members of the expedition? How do we know how to find the lost plane?" Wushuang cursed in his heart. Could it be that he is a personal trafficker? He went back and "handled" him back?

"I still have a lot to do with Changchun, such as the land deeds of your Dong family's ancestral home, and the projects in your development zone require me to negotiate. What? Does Mr. Wushuang want to 'hand over' all these to the Japanese? After the plane landed, you are on standby. My expedition team will meet you in three days. I have prepared the food and equipment for you. Let's go!" Grasim's tone was very stiff and he could not refuse at all. Several guards behind him had already pushed and shoved them onto the plane.

The reason why he dared to be so bold is probably that he had reached an agreement with China. Even if Wushuang refused, he would probably continue to put pressure on him when he returned to Changchun. Anyway, he either went from being a little Japanese or had to be a old man. If he chose one of the two, Wushuang would still choose the latter.

The plane took off and carried three young people to the northeast. Below was the endless snowy one could make people feel tired. Ma Ya leaned on his shoulder and was dozing, while Lan Caidian glanced at the situation in the plane with her eyes. There were only three of them and one pilot in the transport plane.

"My master, do you know how to fly a plane?" Lan Caidie suddenly said.

"Don't mess around, we're at a height of three thousand meters now!" The blue colored butterfly was really crazy, and the implication was that he wanted to kill the pilot and fly the plane back.

"Three, I advise you not to think too much. There are monitors and cameras in the plane. Every move you have already been transmitted to the Russians through satellites." The pilot said disdainfully.

"Brother, where are we going?" Wushuang asked him.

"Sorry, these are military secrets. The mission of your expedition is jointly cooperated by China and Russia. I don't know. I am only responsible for sending you to the destination stronghold." The pilot is a soldier, and it is his duty to obey orders.

"Oh, don't say that little handsome guy. If you reveal it more, you won't die. Come on, tell my sister, do you have a partner?" Lan Caidie walked towards the pilot charmingly, wrapped his neck from behind, and spit the fragrance in his mouth in his ears and whispered.

"Miss, please respect me and don't make things difficult for me."

Wushuang called Caidie back and said, "Caidie, forget it, he is a soldier, he will execute whatever orders he gives him, and he may not know the purpose of this expedition."

The military strength of our country in recent years is obvious to all the world. There is no need for China to act like a man who is old Mao anymore. This time, China cooperates with the man who is old Mao. I believe that once the Rongx transport plane is found, there will be a share of the hidden secret beneficiaries. Otherwise, there is no need for Grasim to cooperate like this.

An hour later, the plane landed at a hidden airport a hundred kilometers away from Manzhouli, a small town on the northernmost frontier in China. The military "chicken" leather car carried the three people to the north. Going further forward was a sensitive area called Sanwuguan. This place was located at the intersection of the three countries of China and Mongolia. On one side was the Hulunbuir Prairie in the northeast, on the other side was the ancient country of Mongolia, and on the north was the Siberian ice sheet in Russia's extremely cold area.

Within the field of view, there were endless snow fields everywhere. A month ago, it was a vast grassland with vast wilderness. After November, several cold air swept over, covering the vast grassland south of Siberia with thick snow-white bedding.

After driving forward for more than an hour, the off-road vehicle finally couldn't move forward. It was not that there was no road here. The place on the grassland that only eyes could see was roads, but now the snow is too thick, and it has exceeded half a meter, and the "sex" ability of the off-road vehicle has reached its limit.

"I'm sorry, I can only send you here. You can walk north all the way and walk for a while ahead to the national border. When you cross the national border, you will see a 'yurt' bag left on the grassland to rest. There is the place where you contact the Russians, and they will arrive in three days." The driver said.

The cold winter of Northeastern people is called "Gaba Leng!" This is the case in this place. In the northernmost Xing'an Mountains or Hulunbuir area, after nightfall, with cold air blowing from Siberia, the temperature can even reach more than minus forty degrees. When people go out, they cannot "expose" the flesh on their bodies. Apart from a pair of eyes, they have not taken a few steps, and the eyelashes on the eyes are all covered with frost.

This is not an exaggeration. Wushuang walked out of the car with two "female" children and immediately ate the northwest wind, which made her feel cold. After stepping on her feet, the thick snow had already passed through her knees. Fortunately, she was prepared in advance and was wearing cold-proof winter clothes and military coats.

Ma Ya has lived in Xing'an Mountains since she was a child. The weather in Xing'an Mountains is no better than here. She has long been accustomed to the severe cold. She supported the blue colored butterfly and walked towards the snowfield with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

"Brother, I think they are playing with you, right? Even the little Japanese have to treat us with great respect? Look at these old 'mao's' people, throw us into the snow field and ignore us? Why do you ask us to help? Is there anyone who helps like this?" Ma Ya couldn't bear to the lover's suffering and kept up with him.

"Haha... let's say a few words. I'll give you two girls a vaccination. This is just the beginning. Crossing the border is the real Siberian ice field. The conditions there are much worse than now. We still have to suffer sin." Wushuang was not optimistic.

The thick white snow will make a creaking sound when you step on it. It is a beautiful scene in the eyes of southerners, but in the hearts of local herders, the snowfield is as terrifying as an ice cave where a demon hides. Almost every cold wave of Siberian air will cause hundreds of cattle and sheep to lose their lives. In this kind of weather, they either move back to the city or hibernate like snakes.
Chapter completed!