"Buzz..." In the continuous roar, a civil flight from the Far East of Kelun, Sri Lanka, slowly leaned against the end of the fourth runway of Khabarovsk International Airport, when the vertical ladder finally As they approached the just-opened cabin door, a dozen or so sparse passengers walked out of the cabin in an orderly manner.

"God, when will my fortune turn to the road?" Spiringer, who stepped out of the cabin, couldn't help but let out a wailing in his heart when he first saw this airport where Soviet soldiers were cruising around. "I finally left the **** Tamils, and now I am on Russian territory. I really don't understand how anyone can make a mark in such a place."

"Sir, let's go, we can't afford to provoke the people behind us." Seeing his boss stop at the door of the cabin, Cole, his assistant, couldn't help but urged him in his ear.

Indeed, maybe the four men with hideous faces behind him are not well-known, but as Spilinger, who has lived in Sri Lanka for five years, he knows the real identities of these people, especially the one among the four. A middle-aged man with a short stature and a sharp face in a neat black suit, as long as he sees him, Spiringer has a feeling of suffocation.

As a freelance broker under the Morgan Stanley investment bank, Springer seems to have always had a contradiction in character. His motto in financial investment is "crisis breeds wealth, risk breeds business opportunities". Therefore, in In any speculative activity, he likes the sword to go sideways, thinking that others can't think of it. Do what others dare not do. Five years ago, he sniffed the smell of gunpowder and ran from New York to Colombo. At that time, when the civil war in Sri Lanka was at its most intense, more than 30 guerrillas, big and small, fought with the government army like a candy cane. In the first two years of his arrival in Sri Lanka, Colombo was captured twice by the Tiger Guerrillas. It is blunt to say that at that time, foreigners who dared to stay in Colombo. There are not many at all. But in that case, Springer stayed, and he used the past few years to reach a series of so-called investment contracts with the Sri Lankan government, either overtly or covertly. In the form of government loans, he made huge profits for himself and Morgan Stanley.

From this point of view, Springer seems to be a fearless person, but in fact it is. By nature, he is a person who is quite afraid of death. One of his biggest faults is when he faces death. He couldn't help being incontinent, and he couldn't even say a word when he saw those guys who killed people without blinking an eye. Such a strong contradiction in character and behavior. Let him become an anomaly who can't see through.

Just like the short guy walking behind him now. Springer saw this guy. He was speechless, because he was just that kind of guy who kills without blinking an eye - the No. 4 head of the LTTE. The top commander of the Tiger Guerrilla Forces, Mulally Taran, the blood on this man's hands could have turned into a small river.

Among the more than 30 armed forces in Sri Lanka, the largest one is naturally the armed guerrillas called the Liberation Tigers of Tamil Eelam. Although the Sri Lankan government has repeatedly claimed in the past two years that this armed guerrilla has a size of only more than 2,000 people, but Spiringer, who has been in Colombo for a long time, knows that the Tiger guerrillas have occupied several rich gemstones in Sri Lanka. In order to make a living, by smuggling the famous "Lanka gems" abroad, a huge amount of wealth has been collected in just a few years. Just imagine, how could a ** armed force with strong financial support be out of scale? Besides, in the past few years, this guerrilla group has invaded Colombo several times. Could it be that a small organization with a size of 2,000 people can have such strength? Obviously, this doesn't make sense anyway. According to Springer's speculation, the Tigers today have at least 40,000 or 50,000 armed men, and there are only a few more.

The extremely ferocious-looking face behind him made Springer shiver uncontrollably. He subconsciously took a step to the side and let the cabin door open.

Springer took this step back, just in time to retreat to the side of a beautiful flight attendant. His big fat feet also accidentally stepped on others' low-heeled leather shoes.

"Sir, is there anything I can do for you?" His foot was really hard, and the innocent flight attendant Liu Mei frowned, then put on a smile and said softly.

"Ah, I'm a little uncomfortable, maybe it's because of airsickness," Spiringer glanced at the aisle beside him out of the corner of his eye, only to see that Mulally Taran and his party had already gathered as he avoided. Come over, Zheng Shi Shiran walked past him.

"Did the airsickness start to become dizzy after landing?" The flight attendant was puzzled, but she naturally wouldn't say these words, after all, passengers come first.

"Then do I need to inform the airport ground staff for you?" The stewardess said politely with a professional smile.

Husband, Mulally Taran and the others have already walked over. Pilinger breathed a sigh of relief as he stepped out of the cabin door, and quietly wiped off a cold sweat. Then he moved forward and said to the flight attendant absentmindedly. : "No, I..."

Before this sentence was finished, Spilinger felt a big hand suddenly stretched out from the side and pushed it on his chest. He looked in amazement and saw that the one who reached out to stop him was a tall man. A burly white man in a blue casual suit.

"Luyakov, don't be so rude," before Spilinger could respond, a yellow-skinned young man surrounded by the big man spoke first, and he said softly, "This gentleman should also be in order. Go first and apologize to everyone."

The young man wore a pair of wide sunglasses. Although he couldn't see what he looked like, he spoke in a soft and reasonable tone. Although his Russian was not very authentic, Spilinger felt that he could hear it. very comfortable.

"I'm sorry!" The white man's Russian is very authentic, but unfortunately it's as hard as a loaf of bread that has been dried for several weeks.

"A damned bodyguard is so arrogant!" Spilinger was very angry, but he was out of the house, after all, he still valued peace. He didn't show his resentment, but smiled and did his part. Moving towards the door of the cabin, he turned his head and said to the young man, "Mr. is really a gentleman. In fact, in today's world, a gentleman's demeanor is very important, especially in a place like the Soviet Union."

"Oh? Is this gentleman familiar with the Far East?" the young man followed behind Springer and laughed softly.

"It's not familiar," Spiringer said casually, "but since you've also come from Colombo, you should have a good understanding of the situation there. It's no different from Sri Lanka. There are dangers everywhere, if you don't have to come. If so, I won't come here anyway."

"There are dangers everywhere? Isn't it so exaggerated?" The young man smiled, walking behind Springer and smiling.

"It's not an exaggeration at all," said Springer solemnly as he walked up the stairs, "you may not understand that the Russians are very xenophobic these days. People like us have nothing here at all. Safe to speak of. Kidnapping, robbery, beating and even assassination are all directed at us, so everything has to be careful here and not sloppy.”

"Oh, is it?" The young man didn't seem to be in the mood to talk about this issue, he said a little indifferently. And the big white man who followed him, after listening to these words, showed a sneer of contempt.

Springer was also a thoughtful figure, and he could hear the disapproval in the young man's tone.

"Hey, today's young people are so impetuous, they don't know what to do." Shaking his head, Springer sighed in his heart, and said nothing more.

While speaking, a group of people is about to step down the stairs. At this time, the Soviet soldiers who were originally scattered around the airport runway also began to move. Three grass-green gas jeeps drove over from the side road outside Runway 4 and slowly parked less than fifty meters away from the plane. An officer with the rank of colonel got off the front jeep and trotted all the way towards the stairs.

At first, Spilinger thought that these Soviet soldiers were here to meet Mulally Taran. In recent years, the Tiger Partisans have been buying arms everywhere. Therefore, it is normal for them to collude with the Russians behind their backs.

However, when the colonel passed by Mulally Taran, Spiringer realized that he had guessed wrong. These soldiers were obviously not here to meet the thug of Mulally Taran. They had other Purpose.

Another purpose? There were only a dozen people on this flight. They didn't pick up Mulally Taran. Could it be that they came for themselves? Could it be that someone knows the purpose of his trip to the Far East? If that's the case, these soldiers might have come to greet him.

Spiringer was thinking so, the flamboyant colonel had already rushed in front of him, but unlike his guess, they didn't even stop by his side, and they didn't even have time to look at him. He passed by, then stopped in front of the suave young man.

"Colonel Tayev!" The big man in casual clothes gave a nondescript military salute and said first.

"Mr. Shoucheng, you're finally back," the colonel said to the young man with a big smile, ignoring the burly man, "Mr. Guo is waiting for you, he was originally going to come in person, but because two days came from Moscow. I have a guest, so I arranged for me to come over."

"Mr. Shoucheng? Mr. Guo?" Spilinger's eyes widened, and he now knew who the young man behind him was.