Dragon Raja 5; Chapter 225: For Your Majesty (40)

Dragon Raja 5

Lu Mingfei and the other two had their new passports made outside the train station. The forger drove a truck and used it as his workshop, where he could take photos and create security strips. A makeup artist also helped them create fake passports that looked less real. After tinkering with the vehicle, the hacker explained that the passports were practically indistinguishable from the real thing and could be easily verified online.

Lu Mingfei couldn’t help but admire the old man’s power. He was indeed a big shot who was well-connected in both the black and white worlds.

Even this luxury carriage was his exclusive use. He didn’t use his ticket to board the train, but instead asked the people on the platform to pull out his carriage. Soon after, a retro black carriage was pulled onto the spur line. It looked plain and outdated from the outside, but once aboard, Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang were stunned by its opulence. Even without the colorful Persian carpets and exquisite walnut furniture, the bulletproof body, capable of withstanding direct artillery fire, was enough to stun their sense of violence.

I think it is a special train from the Soviet era that Bunin collected. The leaders at that time rode such trains to cross the vast country.

Bunin seemed a bit unscrupulous. His mansion had been captured by GRU special forces a few hours ago, but he had boarded his own private carriage and headed for Siberia.

Bunin was on the phone all the way. He carried more than a dozen mobile phones with him. Gradually, people started answering his calls. He laughed heartily and chatted with the people on the other end of the phone, without looking like a stray dog ​​at all.

“A few of my insiders sent me a message,” Bunin said, closing the old-fashioned phone and throwing it on the table. “It seems someone has reported to the Ministry of National Defense that we’ve been stealing state military secrets. They also believe that there are professional soldiers and illegal heavy weapons hidden in my house and Elizabeth Palace.”

“So they sent out GRU special forces, not the police,” Zero said.

“What do they want by framing us?” Lu Mingfei asked.

“No, no, it’s not a false accusation. If they search my house, they’ll indeed find a lot of unlicensed heavy weapons, like the main battle tank I drove off. The mercenaries in Elizabeth Palace are even more telling. Your Highness, you and I are not exactly good citizens.” Bunin sighed. “I haven’t figured out who’s behind this yet, but it’s clear he’s very interested in the ‘gold mines’ buried in northern Siberia.”

“How many carriages like this are there in the whole of Moscow?” Lu Mingfei asked.

“Unique.” Bunin said proudly.

“Isn’t it too high-profile to travel like a duke?”

“My dear friend, I’m an arms dealer. Do you know who an arms dealer’s biggest customer is?” Bunin laughed. “It’s the government! I buy the intelligence the government needs and sell the weapons it doesn’t want. I know so many secrets that a hundred death sentences wouldn’t be enough. But because I know so much, someone will definitely protect me. If someone dares to answer my call, it means my protection is still useful. I’m a wanted man, but what does that matter? My enemies want to mobilize the army to capture me, and my friends will also find ways to delay. I’ve been on many wanted lists, probably more than the women I’ve slept with, but I’ve never spent a single day in jail. If people like us die, it will be by a mysterious bullet, not a public execution.”

“You don’t know who the enemy behind the scenes is, right?” Zero said coldly.

Bunin suppressed his smile. “This is what scares me. There’s someone hiding in the upper echelons of the country who wants me dead, and I can’t even find out who he is.”

The train’s body vibrated slightly, a special carriage being attached to a passenger train. A whistle blew, and the scenery outside the window flowed backwards as the train sped away from Moscow.

Bunin had guessed correctly: no police came to check, let alone fully armed soldiers. Army General Vatutin had handed them over to a notorious arms dealer, but he was the only one who could guarantee their safety.

This was the last help the old man gave to Zero.

“Ladies and gentlemen, what’s rolling beneath your feet is the world’s longest Trans-Siberian Railway, which ends in Vladivostok.” Bunin smiled. “All along the way are my good brothers, good brothers who have taken money from me. They will take care of us.”

“But we’re going to northern Siberia,” said Ling.

“Your Highness, we’ll have to change our mode of transportation to cross the vast Siberia. But I can assure you that you’ll be absolutely safe on this railway.” Bunin stood up, raised his mink hat, and saluted. “The largest bedroom will serve as your residence. The two gentlemen and I are in the adjacent box. Please feel free to contact me if you need anything.”

When they left, a respectful waitress stood at the door, holding a tray with bath towels and body oil. She looked like a Tatar, just like Bunin.

“Massage service in the private room.” The waitress said as she walked into the room.

Bunin’s private carriage even offered massage services. Bunin had boasted about it when he boarded the train, and Zero had immediately requested this service. She could sometimes be as silent and stoic as a camel, but she was no ascetic, and she was indifferent to luxurious enjoyment.

“You can also take a Turkish bath in the box. My noble highness, please enjoy it in the snow.” Bunin took off his hat to salute and walked towards his box.

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

“What are you looking at? Do you want a massage too? You want a massage from the opposite sex at such a young age?” Lu Mingfei really enjoyed this kind of inappropriate behavior, while Chu Zihang had not yet recovered his memory.

“That woman…”

“Can she still call a male masseur?” Lu Mingfei put his arm around Chu Zihang’s shoulders and dragged him away. “Let’s go back to the private room and sleep. I’m so sleepy.”

“Why is there a male masseur in Alexander Bunin’s private compartment?” Bunin laughed and closed the door of his compartment.

The moment the door closed, his smile vanished. He dropped his backpack on the sofa, fished out his unopened phone, and dialed the only number on his phone. “I need a spy satellite in geostationary orbit. I need it to change its trajectory. I want it to stay above that area.”

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“Ahhhh! Yes, yes, right! Right here, right here! I can’t wear high heels with my old waist. My waist hurts when I walk too much!” In Zero’s private room, a beautiful body lay on the colorful silk sheets. “Don’t be so cruel! Ouch, it’s here, right here!”     

The one wearing the backless nightgown is the masseuse. Of course, she has removed the disguise on her face. Although she is not extremely charming, she is also a beautiful woman with a refreshing look.