Siberia, in the forest in the West District—

The crash site of the Russian Airlines Flight 593.

At this time, early in the morning, there were cordons around, and thirty or forty people wearing aviation disaster-handling uniforms were busy working near the wreckage of the plane.

A team of Russian policemen wearing dark green cotton coats and holding Russian M4 guns were looking around vigilantly.

Ten meters away from the wreckage of the plane, the snow on the ground was cleaned. At this moment, there were white cloth sheets, and a row of seventy-five corpses were arranged horizontally, and each corpse was in a terrible shape.

"Damn it, I'm going to vomit when I see these things I eat!" Alach's eldest son Saiklau was wearing a black leather jacket and leather pants, gnawing on the burger in his mouth, and followed his younger brother Victor at the scene.

"Who are you? This is a forbidden area, you can't go in randomly!" A gun-armed guard stopped them.

Victor, who was in a straight suit and wearing a gray coat, glanced at the ragged plane, took out his ID from his arms and said, "I am from the Western Development Department. This time the plane crashed in the area under our jurisdiction, so come and take a look."

The guard glanced at the two of them suspiciously, then slowly took the ID handed over by Victor, glanced at it, and said, "There are people here who are responsible. You can go in and take a look, but you can't walk around, let alone move the things inside."

Victor nodded, "Of course, I understand." After that, he took his elder brother Saiklau to open the cordon.

Saiklau was very upset with the guard. When he walked in, he stuffed half of his hamburger into the man's hand and said, "Help me keep it!"

Guard: "…"

Before he could react, Saiklau scolded him again: "Shit! It's something that is fake."

...

"Hey, who are you? Who let you in?"

As soon as Victor and Saiklau entered, they were stopped by a man wearing a blue space uniform. "This is a restricted area, and outsiders cannot enter!"

Before Victor could speak, the strong Saiklau stretched out his hand and pushed the other person away, saying coldly: "Since you can't enter, why are you here?"

The man might as well be so strong that he staggered and almost pushed to the ground, and said angrily: "We are staff members of the accident handling center, of course we can be here."

"I am from the Siberian Development Department! From south to north, from east to west, this place is my territory, so of course I can be here too!" Saiklau was too lazy to talk to these people, so he immediately took the lead, drove the way for his younger brother Victor, and walked into the plane.

The unlucky guy wanted to chase after him and stop him, and a voice said, "Peter, forget it, let them in!"

The unlucky guy named Peter stepped back in disappointment when he heard this and let the brothers Saiklau and Victor walk into the plane.

The falling silver-white plane was already in ruins and huge in size. At this time, it looked like a giant whale with a broken belly. There were still black smoke in some places, curling up, as if telling the disaster that happened not long ago.

Not far from the plane, are the forest trees destroyed when the plane crashes. Some of the tall primitive giant trees were broken in the waist, some were directly crushed, and some were knocked to pieces and flew around.

At this time, Victor had no time to appreciate the "tragic situation" around him. He followed his elder brother Saiklau and entered the cabin.

The moment he entered, he vaguely heard the unlucky guy behind him who had just been pushed away by Saiklau and muttered: "What kind of world is this? There was such a big accident, and there were so many people who wanted to take advantage of it - could there be any treasures in this plane?"

The speaker is unintentional, and the listener is intentional. Moreover, Victor is the kind of careful and cautious person. His eyes flashed and he kept this sentence in his heart.

...

"Are you here?" said a loud voice in the plane.

Victor and Secrow saw three people bent down and checking something in the plane. One of the strong middle-aged men turned around and said to them.

Before Victor and the others could speak, the man said again: "My name is Anglev, and he is the person in charge of handling this accident. By the way, I am affiliated with the aerospace department."

Victor was stunned for a moment, "Are you from the Ministry of Aerospace?"

"What, do you need to see my ID?"

"Oh no, I don't mean that - my name is Victor, his name is Saiklau, and we are all from the Western Development Department."

"I know, Alach is famous here-by-by-one, are you their son?"

"Do you know our father?"

"Well, I've been acquainted with one another. After all, he was once under the army." Anglev smiled, and suddenly the topic changed, "You were sent by Minister Alach, that is, your father?"

Saiklau glanced at Victor.

Victor smiled and replied, "This is Siberia, which happens to be the area under my father's jurisdiction. There was such a serious crash here, so of course we can't be indifferent, so I'll send us here first to see if there is anything we need help."

Anglev smiled: "Is this true?"

"Oh, what do you mean?"

"Aren't you here for that map?"

"Map, what map?" Before Victor could speak, Saiklau couldn't help asking.

Victor secretly pulled his elder brother Saiklau.

Saiklao shut up.

Anglev laughed and said, "It's no secret - well, in this plane accident, a famous oil exploration expert also suffered an accident, but he carried a piece of oil field coordinates that had just been explored about the land in Siberia - No, this piece." As he spoke, Anglev took out a roll of things and lit up in front of Victor's eyes.

"This information is very important, and you know it, so we are going to hand it over to the country at an appropriate time."

Victor looked at the map and felt instantly moved. Even the rough-minded guy Saiklau knew that with this map, he could find the oil field in this vast Siberia. Whoever has the right to mine will be the oil tycoon - like the damn Song Zhichao... But the person named Song was a thief and stole the oil field that originally belonged to them.

When Saiklau saw it, he was just jealous, but Victor was different. He paid attention to Anglev's eyes and tone, and immediately felt something.

This is a tradeable person.

Yes, it's a guy who can be bought with money.

The look you look at him and the tone of his intentional disclosure of this news are obviously waiting to be sold.

The clever Victor instantly understood the "heart" of the guy named Angreve, and immediately asked intentionally or unintentionally: "Dear Mr. Angreve, do you have time? If so, can you please drink a glass of golden pine nuts from our Siberian specialty?"

Anglev smiled, laughing like an old fox, "Ask a liberty, will Mr. Alach come?"
Chapter completed!