Bunin's exclusive carriage actually provided massage services. Bunin showed off when he boarded the train, and Zero immediately ordered this service to be arranged.

She is sometimes the kind of silent and stoic person like a camel, but she is not an ascetic, and she is indifferent to luxurious enjoyment.

"You can also take a Turkish bath in the box. Your Majesty, please enjoy it in the ice and snow." Bunin took off his hat in salute and walked to his box.

Before the door closed, Chu Zihang kept staring at the masseuse's back.

"What are you looking at? Do you want to be massaged too? At such a young age, you still want a massage from the opposite sex?" Lu Mingfei enjoyed this kind of immorality. While Chu Zihang had not yet recovered his memory, he could tease Chu Zihang unscrupulously.

Chu Zihang hesitated: "That woman..."

"Can she still call a masseur?" Lu Mingfei put his arm around his shoulders and dragged him away, "Let's go back to the box and sleep. I'm so sleepy."

"But..." Chu Zihang couldn't help but look at Gu Chen. He felt that he was right, and the other party must have discovered it.

But Gu Chen just yawned, indicating that he could rest now.

Bunin also laughed and closed the door of his compartment, "Why is there a masseur in Alexander Bunin's exclusive compartment?"

But the moment the door closed, his smile disappeared.

He threw his backpack on the sofa, took out the cell phone that he had never opened, and dialed the only number he had saved.

"I need a spy satellite, a spy satellite in geostationary orbit, to deflect it, and I want it to stay over that area."

…

"Ahhhh! Yes, yes, right here, use a little more force! I have such an old waist, I can't wear high heels, my back hurts when I walk too much!"

In Zero's private room, on the colorful silk sheets, there was a jade body lying on the ground, "Don't be so cruel, this is where it is!"

The person wearing the backless nightgown is the masseuse. Of course, she has taken off the disguise on her face. Although she is not very charming, she is still a refreshing beauty.

It was Her Royal Highness the Princess who wielded the Dragon Claw, but the indifference on her face made her look more like she was personally interrogating the prisoner.

"I've finished pressing the button for you and leave quickly." Zero said coldly: "Don't Bunin recognize that you are not his?"

"Of course I can't recognize him. I asked the masseuse and she said that this exclusive carriage is rarely used and I haven't seen Alexander Bunin since he went to work." Su Enxi groaned in pain and pleasure, "The service team is actually

The train station in Moscow allocated it to him, and he is only responsible for paying for it. Who am I afraid of more than money? Now the service staff in this carriage are all mine!"

Ling shook his head helplessly and asked, "Do you think he is trustworthy?"

"It's hard to say, but what he said until now has been well documented. His home was indeed surrounded by special forces early this morning, and the photo of him rushing out of his home in a tank has already made the headlines in the newspapers." Su Enxi said in her tone.

Showing no concern, he said, "There's nothing to worry about if he's up to no good. Our people are gathering outside the military restricted area. Bunin is a courier for us. We'll kick him out as soon as he enters the restricted area."

Ling nodded, and his petite-looking hands continued to press hard on Su Enxi's "waist". The latter lay there, humming and throwing potato chips into his mouth.

"The Trans-Siberian Railway is the longest railway in the world. It takes seven days and seven nights to complete one trip." Su Enxi suddenly said.

Zero said "Yeah".

"After seven days, that guy's trip will be over." Su Enxi said inexplicably: "If you are reluctant, just have a last supper with him."

…

"Why do national forces get involved in our affairs?" Beowulf asked sharply.

The Secret Party has always been concerned about this kind of thing. The state is the second largest organizational structure in human history, second only to religion. The Secret Party does not want to confront this kind of organization.

On the projection screen was the head of the Russian branch, with a typical East Slavic appearance and a solemn expression.

"It should have something to do with the secret port." The branch chief said, "They went to Tokyo to check the notes left by Herzog."

"The existence of that port is uncertain," Mr. Turing mused. "The only witness about it is Herzog, and he is completely untrustworthy."

Now that they know there is such a mysterious research institute in the Arctic Circle, the secret party will of course launch an investigation.

Technology is not what it used to be. Satellite photography can even distinguish the color of a car in a parking lot. However, EVA has used various satellites to scan that stretch of coastline, but has not found any suspicious targets.

The port was destroyed in 1992. Time was not enough to erase all the traces. The legendary harbor was shrouded in fog.

"Get your men ready and set out as soon as reinforcements arrive." Beowulf ordered.

"We don't need reinforcements." The branch chief looked disdainful.

As one of the most powerful among the many branches of the Secret Party, it sounds like an insult that the headquarters needs to send reinforcements.

"You need it!" Beowulf said in a majestic tone, leaving no room for rebuttal.

…

The hurricane covered in ice shards swept across the ground at an astonishing speed, and people trekking in the hurricane even had to carry extra heavy objects to ensure that they would not be swept away.

"Mr. Gattuso, give it a rest! The evil landowners are not as cruel as you when it comes to their serfs, okay?" Fingel shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Those polar bears have been following us for six hours. If we stop now, it will be like telling them that it's time to eat." Caesar also replied in a loud voice.

In such a hurricane, everyone has to shout and talk, and chatting for a while takes no less effort than running five kilometers.

The ice storm is getting worse, and the situation of the Yamal is getting worse day by day. They have weapons and food, and there is no shortage of fresh water on the ice sea, but they lack the most critical thing, a heat source.

The nuclear reactor has never been able to restart, and when the diesel power module exploded, most of their diesel reserves were wiped out.

The temperature on the Yamal is getting lower and lower, ice edges are growing from the roof of the cabin downwards, and the ice storm has hung a half-meter-thick ice shell on the outer wall of the ship. The meritorious icebreaker has become a silent ice cave.

The crew had to use hammers to break the compressed biscuits into small pieces, throw them into their mouths and eat them. In order to keep Professor von Schneider warm, more than half of the library's books had been burned.

In the end, Caesar decided that he would lead the team to the abandoned scientific research station 120 kilometers away to find the sealed long-wave communication equipment.

Fingel was his hand-picked partner, despite Fingel's serious protest, saying that you already had 30 sled dogs with you, including me.

They had left the Yamal for 24 hours and were moving along the presumed wind direction.

They are already very close to the North Pole, the compass cannot work, and the GPS positioning is disturbed by the ice wind, but this terrifying ice storm provides them with a convenience.

--Polar hurricanes are caused by the rotation of the earth. In principle, they are a kind of planetary storm. They have nothing to do with the direction of cold and warm currents from the mountains, so their directions are basically fixed.

They kept measuring the wind direction along the road to correct their direction. Otherwise, in this white storm, it would be impossible for them to reach the scientific research station.
Chapter completed!