Xie Wendong stopped him: "You can't speak here, so it's too difficult to accomplish this. I'll let a few people be with you."

Tang Yin didn't look back and laughed to the sky and went out: "Xie Wendong, I will definitely not be able to do something you can't do? You underestimate me too much."

Xie Wendong was stunned and stopped talking.

After Tang Yin left, Vladimir walked to Xie Wendong and said with some concern: "Mr. Xie, is this person reliable? Will he reveal our place?"

Xie Wendong would never allow others to say that Tang Yin. He turned his head and looked at Vladimir unhappily. Vladimir was stared at by Xie Wendong and couldn't help but take a step back. At that moment, he even felt that he was not staring at by someone, but by a hungry beast.

After a while of gathering, Xie Wendong's sharp gaze restrained. He only heard him slowly say, "He is my friend, a real friend."

Seeing Tang Yin appear in front of him, Xie Wendong felt warm in his heart. He was like an envoy sent by God. Although he did not appear often, he would surprise him every time he appeared.

A friend is not a bunch of gorgeous words, but a warm greeting; a friend is not a perfunctory hug, but a knowing look; a friend is not a short-lived firework, but a true picture, and a friend is not a long-term acquaintance, but a heart-to-heart understanding.

Although Tang Yin said he would not let someone follow him, Xie Wendong still sent a white blood squad to follow him. After all, it was the base camp of the battle axe, which was tantamount to the tiger's den. No matter how powerful Tang Yin was, he was still not an indestructible body of the Vajra. Some gunmen were supporting him in the back, so they would not suffer a loss when the war broke out.

Xie Wendong was considering Zhou Dao, but these brothers were lost after following him before they could follow him. Tang Yin is such a smart person. With his skills, it would be too easy to get rid of the little tail behind him.

After getting rid of Xie Wendong's people, Tang Yin drove directly to Yakutsk. There was one thing that Xie Wendong was wrong. He said that Tang Yin was not good at speaking here and was difficult to carry out actions. In fact, this was not the case. Tang Yin has been looking for experts around the world who are worthy of his own actions in recent years. He also came to Russia several years ago and stayed here for a month or two.

He also has amazing talent in learning languages. In just one or two months, he has already spoken Russian so much. But if he doesn't say these, no one will know.

After almost arriving at Yakutsk City, Tang Yin threw away his car and got into a taxi.

"Sir, where are you going?" asked the Russian taxi driver. Tang Yin took out a CD player from his pocket and stuffed two small speakers into his ears: "Go to the city." Russia

The taxi driver saw Tang Yin's CD player from the rearview mirror and muttered in his heart, "What era is it, and there are people who use this. Judging from the person's outfit, they don't look like a poor man." With curiosity and doubts, the taxi driver started the car and drove forward slowly.

The weather in Yakutsk is severe and most people want to wear ten or eight clothes on themselves. But the young man in the car only wore two clothes, and the outermost coat was a thin layer of sportswear. It was really unimaginable how he could stand it.

The drivers all slapped Tang Yin and said caringly: "From the appearance of the gentleman, I probably are not a local, I am here to travel. I see you wear so little, have you not guessed that it will be so cold here?"

"I tell you, it's best not to run to the city center during this period. There are two big blackboards there that really want to fight. I don't know which gang can win, so I bet the Tomahawk to win."

"I see you are wearing a little little, so why don't I pull you to the nearby mall to buy a few clothes. The place I know is very good, not only is the quality of the clothes, but it is very cheap.

Tang Yin didn't say anything and let him chatter. The car wandered around Yakutsk for more than half an hour. Tang Yin took off the earphones from his ears, his eyes burned, and his mouth slightly raised, "Take me to the large stronghold of the Tomahawk." Russia

"Ah" the taxi driver thought he had heard it wrong. Someone asked repeatedly: "Where is the sir who is going?"

"Go to the stronghold of the battle axe." Yu Tangyin repeated.

The taxi driver's expression was still in a state of surprise: "I said, brother, didn't you listen to me just now? The city center is very messy now. It's better not to go anywhere if you don't have anything to do. You should not only go wherever you want, but also go to the Tomahawk's stronghold. It's not so lively, I advise you..."

Before he could finish his words, Tang Yin suddenly pulled out the Silver Moon Scimitar from his ribs and stabbed forward with great force.

"Stomp" the knife wiped the ears of the taxi driver, and actually pierced the tempered glass that was nearly one centimeter later. From pulling it out to the knife, it was almost done in one go. The driver felt the chill in his ears. When he saw the shiny knife on the windshield, his heart was so scared that he raised his heart to his throat. He quickly stopped the car, and his voice trembled: "You...what are you going to do?"

Tang Yin smiled and pulled the Silver Moon Scimitar back from the windshield, and said quietly: "Don't let me hear a nonsense, otherwise you have to drive dead."

The taxi driver was shocked and recovered for a while. After recovering, he immediately closed his mouth and drove to a large stronghold of the battle axe.

The car drove in the city for about half an hour and finally arrived at the destination.

On the surface, this is an ordinary office building that can't be more ordinary, about eight floors. But as long as you are a little careful, you can see that the people entering and leaving are not white-collar workers, but some murderous men. Tang Yin glanced at the office building and remembered it in his heart. He patted the taxi driver on the shoulder and said, "Don't stop here, keep moving forward."

"Oh." The Russian taxi driver dared not go against his wishes, so he pulled him forward for about two hundred meters.

Tang Yin took out his wallet he carried with him, picked up two US dollars from it, handed it over and threw it over: "No need to look for it." Russia

The taxi driver looked at the two large US dollars in the seat and kept swallowing his saliva. These two dollars were worth his three or four days' salary: "Thank you... Thank you, gentleman." After Tang Yin got off, he stepped on the accelerator and the car quickly got rid of this "plague god".

Tang Yin stuffed the CD headphones into his ears again and twisted his body back. He found a seat in front of the large base of Tomahawk and sat down.
Chapter completed!