An hour later, Lu Mingfei saw the railway track again. The track was originally buried in the snow, but the engineers who had already arrived had cleared out nearly one kilometer of track.

The heavy-duty locomotive was already waiting. The Mi-26 placed the six carriages on the rails one by one and reconnected them to form a new train.

It looks exactly like the original train, even the layout of the dining car is the same. If you are not extremely careful, you will not realize that part of this train has been replaced.

"Siberia has always been the Soviet Union's most important strategic depth. During World War II, they mobilized 10 million troops from Siberia to the front lines in Europe.

After World War II, someone proposed building a complete railway transportation network in northern Siberia, connecting research institutes, military fortresses and semi-freeze-free ports that had never been exposed.

With such a huge rear area, even if the European part of the Soviet Union is destroyed by nuclear bombs, it can continue to fight with its military factories in the mountains of Siberia."

Bunin's voice was distant, as if he was telling a story from a hundred years ago, even though that country had just disappeared less than 30 years ago.

"But they underestimated the difficulty of building a railway network in Siberia, and were busy engaging in an arms race with the Americans in space. In the end, only a small part of the grand plan was realized, which is the 'Obsidian' railway under your feet."

"The Federal Security Bureau doesn't know there is this railway?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"The Federal Security Service and the Military Department are two departments. The information about this railway is only preserved in the Military Department. Maybe not many people even remember it. In theory, it has been abandoned for many years. In order to prevent it from being

For people to use it, the connection between it and the currently operating line was removed, so we had to use a heavy-duty helicopter to lift it over."

Bunin smiled and said, "Although it is an old railway, it can still withstand turbojet locomotives!"

"Jet motorcycle?" Lu Mingfei was stunned.

Just at this moment, their train began to accelerate, and two blue pillars of fire appeared above the heavy locomotive in front. The kind of pillars of fire seemed to only appear on the tail of a jet fighter.

This heavy-duty locomotive picked up speed so fast that due to Lu Mingfei's balancing ability, it was almost overturned without any precautions.

Although we were in a world of ice and snow, there was a rolling heat wave ahead. It was not difficult to imagine how powerful those two jet engines were.

Bunin laughed loudly, "SVL locomotive, a masterpiece of Kalinin Locomotive Factory, has two An-25 turbofan engines installed on the roof. In the 1970s, this guy could run at a high speed of 250 kilometers, just like you in China

The high-speed rail is so fast.”

"Isn't this just a plane running on rails? It's the kind without wings!" Lu Mingfei clung to the iron railing to prevent himself from being blown away by the strong wind.

"That's right! In the era of the great construction of Siberia, this thing was the one that traveled across Siberia, delivering cigarettes, liquor and photos of the sweethearts to the brave young people!" Bunin held the iron railing skillfully, and the lapel of his coat was blown over by the strong wind.

fly.

At this time, someone opened the door and came out. It was a sleepy Christina. She must have just woken up and wanted to get some air.

FSB agent Kristina was actually still wearing the smoky dress and high heels from last night, but she had a short mink coat thrown over it to protect her from the wind. She must be proud of her extraordinary physique.

But as soon as she breathed out the breath of alcohol, she was stunned by the scene in front of her. The snowflakes and pine forest retreated rapidly, as if they were running in the tunnel of time.

The sharp heel got stuck in the gap under her feet, and Christina almost fell down. Fortunately, a strong arm stretched out from the side and hugged her slender waist.

It was not Lu Mingfei, but Alexander Bunin. This old guy hugged Kristina and caught the short mink that fell off her shoulders. He put it on her gracefully and patted her shoulders to comfort her.

, waving his hand across the vast snowfield.

At that moment, Bunin showed the vigor and pride of a young man, as if he was showing off his collection to the girl he admired.

Recalling that Bunin had said that he grew up in Siberia, Lu Mingfei immediately understood that the construction era of blazing fire and blooming flowers was Bunin's youth or childhood.

Even though time has passed and the oil has cooled and the flowers have withered, in Bunin's memory, Siberia will always be frozen in that most beautiful era.

…

The armored train of the GRU troops overturned beside the railway track. The heavily armed special forces kneeled in the snow, holding their weapons high, and were surrounded by the commissioners of the Russian branch.

The entire station was reduced to rubble, and train parts were scattered everywhere. The largest part was a half piece of a forged wheel, which smashed half of the platform when it flew out.

Everyone, whether it was the GRU soldiers who were willing to be captured or the Russian branch commissioner in charge of custody, looked at the figure standing on the wreckage of the train with a knife in fear.

Lancelot had been standing there for a long time. When he discovered that the person walking out of the train with his hands raised high was not a member of the Moscow Arms Dealers Alliance, he suddenly stopped moving and froze. All the murderous intent was dispersed at that moment.

.

Although just a moment ago, he charged through the hail of bullets from an armed train, and at the moment when he passed by the train, he cut off the linkage shaft between the wheels with a knife, it seemed that it was not something that a human could do.

The train immediately lost control and rolled over the tracks. Without Lancelot, and with the firepower of the GRU special forces, it was questionable how much the Russian branch commissioners could survive.

The Russian branch chief came to the wreckage of the train and shook his head, "There was no one in that train. The guys from the special forces said that they were also following Alexander Bunin's special train and mistakenly thought that we were sent by Bunin."

Ambush of mercenaries."

"How could this happen?" Lancelot seemed to be saying to himself.

Susie glanced at him and said calmly: "I observed before that Bunin's special train seemed to be missing a few carriages. I guess they changed the locomotives midway and divided the train into two."

"..." Lancelot.

"I understand your determination to win back the victory." Susie tried to comfort him, but she shook her head at the beginning.

Lancelot smiled bitterly. Could he say that he no longer cared about catching Lu Mingfei? He just wanted to prove himself in front of the one he loved and pick up his defeated pride.

He wanted to see Gu Chen right away, but he couldn't stop trembling. He couldn't tell whether he was excited or overconfident.

"One day, we will see him again." Susie said.

"Let's find a new means of transportation." Lancelot took a deep breath, crossed the railway tracks, jumped onto the platform, and looked out into the wind and snow.

…

The Bunin train slowly entered the platform. At this moment, they had crossed the vast Central Siberian Plateau, but were not close to the target of Verkhoyansk.

This station should not appear on civilian maps. It doesn't even have a name, it just has a number in front of the platform.
Chapter completed!