Sister, you miss me

When Trenton was three poles on the day, Yang Feng's G550 business jet arrived at the destination, and the small plane slowly landed on the special apron of Trenton Airport.

During the fifteen-hour flight, Yang Feng had been sitting in jeopardy, bowed her eyebrows and closed her eyes, allowing Xiaoqi who was accompanying him to understand the true meaning of "sitting like a clock" again.

Xiaoqi was dozing off on the sofa opposite, and every time she woke up, Yang Feng was like an old monk in peace, making her very boring.

The moment the plane stopped, Yang Feng opened her eyes and Xiao Qi's heart trembled. She saw two lightning bolts.

Impossible, Xiaoqi shook her head, it must be an illusion, it must be an illusion of not having a good rest.

After the plane stopped, the hatch opened and the gangway lowered. Xiaoqi followed Yang Feng to the exit. Seeing the team picking up the plane, Xiaoqi, who was knowledgeable, was still dumbfounded.

The pick-up team was led by Dracula himself. The car prepared for Yang Feng was taken by Brighton before his death. A black Rolls-Royce President, with three black Mercedes-Benz S-Class cars at the front and back, leading the car in front. It was a behemoth named George Patton, and what was postponed was an armored vehicle whose name was not named in military green.

More than 30 sturdy men, black tight sleeveless shirts, black super sunglasses, walkie-talkies, headsets...

The distinguished guest who dares to love himself is a gangster godfather, this battle...Xiao Qi clamped those young jade legs excitedly.

While Xiaoqi was stunned, Yang Feng walked down the gangway, Dracula stepped forward, handed over his hat and sunglasses, and a big bodyguard popped up a black umbrella.

Yang Feng put on a top hat and sunglasses, and sat in the back seat of the Rolls Royce. From start to finish, he didn't look back.

It wasn't until the team disappeared from sight that Xiaoqi realized that what she had lost forever was originally a chance to fight for it.

On the Rolls-Royce, Yang Feng said nothing, Dracula sighed slightly and let the driver go straight to the Clinton Prison.

All the way, after Rolls-Royce ran a tank of gas, filled up the shell with 1.5 USD/L on the roadside and continued on the road.

At this time, Dracula handed Yang Feng a mask with a complicated nose structure, similar to the equipment of a biochemical unit.

Seeing Yang Feng’s confusion, Dracula explained: “The volcano has erupted for nearly ten hours. Due to the high temperature, the lava has not yet completely cooled down. In the area of ​​Huangshi, the concentration of volcanic ash in the air is still high. Huge damage."

Yang Feng nodded and took the mask.

Dracula continued: "The Yellowstone area is currently a military restricted zone, which is taken over by the biochemical forces."

Yang Feng glanced at Dracula and asked: "Then can we enter the restricted area? Or can we say that even if we go in, what we see is a ruin."

Dracula nodded: "The ruins are not exact, but you can call it that way."

Yang Feng sighed slightly, "Even so, I always have to go over and take a look."

"Of course, I also dated George."

"The only survivor?"

"Yes, he seems to be fatter than before."

The convoy drove for about two more hours. It was stopped by soldiers with guns. Dracula handed him a special pass and a thick stack of Franklin-printed banknotes before it could go. Moreover, the Rolls-Royce was only released. .

Rolls-Royce walked for another hour, the driver stopped, Dracula and Yang Feng got out of the car one after another.

Yang Feng stopped and looked far at the prison location in his memory, where there was still black smoke.The air became a little hot, a little choking, it smelled of sulfur.

"Why don't you leave, there is still a long way!" Yang Feng asked.

"Look." Dracula pointed to the front of the car.

The driver was covering the air intake with non-woven fabrics. He complained as he made: "I knew I should drive a diesel car. This kind of naturally aspirated engine would have to go on strike once it sucked in volcanic ash."

"Is this all right?" Yang Feng asked.

The driver shrugged: "This is just a stopgap measure. You have to continue to change when you walk a certain distance. This depends on the cleanliness of the air. As for how many times you need to change, only God knows."

Dracula said: "Xiaofeng, get in the car, and when you get out, you should put on a gas mask."

Sure enough, as the driver said, when he moved forward ten kilometers, he changed the non-woven fabric that filters the air once, and in the end, it changed every five kilometers.

Stopping like this, President Rolls-Royce stopped at about two o'clock in the afternoon local time. The driver said that he could not go any further, otherwise the car would be overwhelmed.

Yang Feng and Dracula got out of the car wearing masks, a hot, pungent air rushed over their faces, and it made people cry. Dracula couldn’t stand it anymore. He couldn’t help but cough, Yang Feng let He got in the car first, but he persisted for a few seconds.

A few seconds, let him see everything in front of him.

As the report said, everything was gone, the original prison turned into a mountain range, and it was still a mountain range exuding high heat.

Life and death, wealth and wealth are in the sky, Yang Feng sighed deeply and turned to get into the car.

After getting on the bus, I discovered that the beef tendon bottom of the leather shoes was roasted in less than two minutes.

The car turned around and drove faster. Along the way, many people wearing biochemical suits were seen entering the restricted area and approaching the crater.

At the previous level, Yang Feng met George. Dracula was right. George was fatter than when he met last time. He is on the path to challenge the fattest in the world.

Seeing Yang Feng, George came up as a hug. He said, "Xiao Feng, I'm really sorry! I didn't expect you to come so quickly. I heard that because of this damn volcano, flights have stopped a lot."

"Dracula arranged it." Yang Feng said, "George, I want to know everything you know."

George wiped the sweat from his forehead: "I have to find a place with air-conditioning. The fat I have accumulated so hard can't be used up in vain."

"Get in the car." Yang Feng invited, and then told the driver to turn on the air conditioner.

Without saying anything, George pulled the car door to sit up, and the body suddenly sank. Dracula and Yang Feng sat opposite George.

There is plenty of air-conditioning in the car, and George is much more comfortable. What did you find when you opened the small refrigerator?

"Tequila, whiskey, Chivas, Bordeaux, vodka or Munich's stout." Dracula introduced in one breath.

"It's dark beer!" George shrugged his shoulders, looking funny. He said: "My wife and the doctor told me that I will never take in anything without calories, including food and drinks."

Dracula opened a can of 500ml of dark beer for him. George drank half of it in one sip and took a deep breath, and said: "It's too miserable, for about a minute. The boiling magma is like a flood, swallowing everything. I There are a total of 1,378 inmates and all the guards on duty in the prison, all of them... are gone."

George choked up and took a piece of tissue from Dracula's hand, and continued: "I don't know which damn designer actually built our prison on an extinct volcano, and the so-called geological experts are all his mother. The idiot, saying that the volcano will erupt within fifty years..."

Speaking of this, George kept shook his head: "There is no absolute good in this world, and there is no absolute bad. A few companies are happy and some are worried. This volcanic eruption has caused countless flight delays and even groundings, and a large number of people. After the evacuation, a large crop of crops failed to harvest, but some people were happy because the gold spewed out."

"Is there such a thing?" Dracula couldn't help asking.

George said: "Five Star Mining is negotiating with relevant departments. They intend to win the mining rights of this mine. This is a business that does not lose money."

"Why?" Dracula asked.

"Have you heard of volcanic ash cement? That is the best cement, but the use of volcanic ash in the field of construction is more than that, so even if Five Star Mining just sells volcanic ash, it will make a good profit."

"Five Star Mining, Chen Zhendong?" Yang Feng asked suddenly.

"Yes, the founder of Five Star Fund, Wall Street magnate, the pride of you Chinese."

Yang Feng's lips tick slightly: "George, thank you, Dracula, let's go back."

On the way back, Yang Feng just turned on his phone and found that there were three call reminders from Qin Xue, Wang Bingqian, and Wang Datong. After a few seconds, he saw two text messages, Qin Xue and Wang Da the same person.

Qin Xue said that all of them had signed up and everything went well, so that Yang Feng started to contact her.

Wang Datong said that he had taken leave of absence and received things. He hoped that he could rush back to participate in military training as soon as possible. Beiqing University attaches great importance to military training and directly counts the admission points.

Yang Feng shut down again and fell silent.

Dracula felt grief, and he sighed softly, "Xiao Feng, this is the end of the matter, so look a little bit further."

"I'm okay, just a little confused."

Dracula nodded: "You have a good old saying, life and death is a fate, and it is true. Think about your father, Hero I, ended in this way..."

"Don't tell me." Yang Feng interrupted Dracula, "How's Jack's business?"

"You'll know when you return to the manor. Of course, you can choose not to go back."

"why?"

"Because of Jack's old mother."

"Go and see."

Back at the manor, I saw Brighton's old sister and Jack's old mother.The old mother was overjoyed and tears. She held Yang Feng tightly, crying about her ignorance and stupidity in the past, promising that as long as Yang Feng helped rescue Jack, she would not want anything.

Yang Feng lifted up this old woman who had been aggressive and unbelievable, and looked at her face that resembled Brighton, Yang Feng said blankly: "Originally, you didn't have anything."

The old woman just narrowed her vicious triangular eyes, and Yang Feng shook her head: "But, because you are grandpa's sister and Jack is grandpa's only nephew, I will save it even if I pay for the entire manor."

When the old woman heard this, she knelt down with her knees bent, and Yang Feng supported her: "I can't bear it."

"Xiao Feng, don't be impulsive, you should know what the manor means to you?" Dracula was a little excited.

Yang Feng nodded: "Of course I know, so one day I will take him back with my own hands."

Dracula suddenly had an illusion that Yang Feng's eyes were so familiar. He had seen the same eyes in at least two people's eyes. It was a kind of self-confidence, an incomparably powerful self-confidence.