Physician’s Odyssey,Chapter 579 - Yan Sun’s Trace in Russia - Read free novels online

The Saint Petersburg

In the back alley of a bread shop located in an ordinary town

A youth looked around as he waited for a long time before a Russian woman came out and shoved a bag filled with pieces of bread to him. As the youth rejoiced, he proficiently took out the biggest one in the bag and stuffed it in his mouth before he ran off. As he ran off, he spun his arm like a windmill with the bag flinging around in his hand.

Just when he was about to reach home, he suddenly slowed down when he saw a familiar Harley-Davidson motorcycle parked by the roadside. Seeing the bike, the joy in his eyes instantly disappeared and was replaced with hatred. When he went up the building, his footsteps became slower and slower.

The metal gate on the fourth floor wasn't closed, a small seep was left open. Walking to the door, he gently pulled it open and heard the crude voices of a man and woman.

It wasn't the first time he encountered this situation. Gnashing his teeth, he had an urge to barge in, but he soon lost his courage. He knew that with his current ability, he couldn't fight with that man.

In the room, the youth's mother wore a T-shirt that she rarely wore with the man glancing at her body with a smile. Suddenly, the man grabbed onto the woman's wrist with a rough smile.

"Janis went to the bread shop, and he will be back shortly. Why don't we get it done swiftly?" The Russian woman spoke shyly since she didn't want her meeting with this man to be bumped into by her son. However, the man did not have any reaction as he continued to stare at the woman, causing her to feel reluctant about refusing.

"It's rare for me to visit, so don't be such a joy killer!" The man wore a charming smile on his face.

Sitting on the staircase, Janis' eyes were red with his fists clenched. Despite the urge to barge into the house ransacking his heart, he lacked the confidence.

Not knowing how long later, the chaos in the room finally subsided and the door was opened. A Chinese man adjusted his clothes as he whistled. When he saw Janis looking at him with ferocity in his eyes, he wanted to stretch his hand over and caress the latter's blonde hair. However, his approach was dodged by Janis.

"What a wolf cub!" The Chinese man swept a glance at Janis before he continued, "When you're a little older, you will be able to learn how to fight from me. At that time, I hope that you can still retain this ferocious attitude of yours."

Although Janis was filled with rage for this Chinese man, he didn't even dare to breathe loudly from the sharp gaze, and he was even trembling.

As the Chinese man climbed down the stairs, his gaze fell on the bag of bread before he took out a few notes from his pocket and smiled. "There are no nutrients in bread. Take these and get yourself some meat to grow some muscles."

However, when he saw that Janis wasn't willing to take his money, the Chinese man walked over and shoved the money in the kid's pocket before he resumed whistling. The melody was extremely odd, and it should be a Chinese song.

Looking at the money, Janis hesitated for a long time. But in the end, he couldn't throw the money away.

His family wasn't doing great. A few years ago, his father went to work with the Chinese man from before, but in the end, his father did not return. That Chinese man would often come over, and seemed to be taking care of him and his mother in the eyes of others, but in his eyes, that man only came to bully his mother. Furthermore, if that man hadn't brought his father to such a dangerous job, his father wouldn't have left the world.

Hence, that Chinese man was akin to the murderer of his father in Janis' heart.

Entering the house, Janis took out the money and explained, "It was given by him!"

Upon hearing those words, Janis' mother was shocked. She knew that Janis was outside earlier, and thus, she revealed an awkward smile. "Since uncle gave it to you, then keep it as your pocket allowance."

However, Janis looked at his mother with his eyes turning red and snapped, "I don't need this dirty money!"

"Janis, please don't say those words. I will feel hurt." Her mother looked at her son in astonishment after a brief stun.

At this moment, Janis vented out all the indignance in his heart and howled like a wolf cub, "Do you know what others are saying? They're calling you a whore to satisfy others with your body in exchange for money! Even I'm embarrassed before my friends!"

Hearing his words, his mother instantly slapped him as she said in a solemn voice, "Janis, did you know that if I don't do that, everyone will bully you on the street? Your father was a hoodlum and offended everyone. It was all thanks to that uncle from before that you can enjoy such a peaceful life."

Looking at the tears streaming down his mother's face, Janis instantly regretted his actions.

Even if Janis hated that Chinese man, he knew that his mother's words were the truth. Not only was his father a pickpocket, but his father was also a robber. It was so much so that even he was a product when his father raped his mother.

But even so, it's still impossible to change the hatred he had for that Chinese man.

It was that person that sent his father to hell.

After the Harley-Davidson swiftly drove out for half an hour, it arrived at a house located on the outskirts. The exterior of the building seemed ordinary with mottled traces covering the walls. When the man walked to the door, the automated door opened before he took two steps forth and stood before a camera to scan his face. As the glass door opened, the cameras located on the ceiling all turned to his direction. After everything was verified, he slowly walked to a stainless steel door.

When the door was opened, a beautiful receptionist bowed and she greeted, "Hello, Mr. Yan!"

Waving his hand to the receptionist, the man joked, "Lilia, your bra looks good today. Your measurements grew at least two sizes bigger."

As the receptionist blushed, she explained, "It's not because of the bra, but my size has truly grown bigger."

"Alright, you must've put silicone in your chest last weekend!" The man laughed as he left the receptionist, who was blushing.

As the man continued walking, a few people passionately greeted him, which he would respond to their greetings.

Looking at all these before him, his heart was filled with pride. After working so hard for so many years, he finally created this modernised base.

It's not easy to create such a secret base in Saint Petersburg. Just like China, mercenaries like them weren't allowed to even possess a trading company without the approval of the government.

Entering his own office, the interior was luxurious, with a window containing all sorts of firearms displayed, from antique guns in World War II to modernised weapons. There's a white man already waiting on the couch with a cigar between his lips. As the white man nodded his head, he asked, "You want one?"

Waving his hand, the man took out a packet of Zhongnanhai branded cigarettes from his pocket and smiled. "I prefer these!"

Thereafter, the two men remained silent in rapport with the white man waiting for the Chinese man to finish his cigarette before he said, "You've done well in the previous mission. Right now, the employer raised the commission by a fold, and the target is Masxadar."

Wearing a smile, the Chinese man replied, "His ambition is pretty huge. By killing Masxadar, he will be able to rule over the entire country, right? But Masxadar has the support of international forces, and he has more than a hundred bodyguards with him. The difficulty of this task is too great."

"Yan, you're a formidable person, and I believe that nothing is tough for you. As for the price, we can still discuss it further." The white man smiled. This was a negotiation, where the price was slowly discussed.

Inwardly sighing, the Chinese man demanded in a casual tone, "I won't beat around the bush with you. USD$20,000,000 and a Mi-28N Nighthunter."

The Mi-28N Nighthunter was a military helicopter developed by Russia that rivaled America's AH-64 Apache.

"This will be difficult!" The white man furrowed his brows and briefly pondered before he continued, "But we should be able to satisfy your request."

"We will start to prepare for the job when your deposit is in." The Chinese man smiled.

Nodding his head, the white man suddenly paused for a few seconds before he smiled. "There's something that I have to warn you about."

"Oh? What is it?" The Chinese man shrugged.

"There's two Chinese currently looking for you!" The white man stood up and took out a photo then slowly placed it before the Chinese man.

Sweeping a glance at it, the Chinese man smiled. "They must have gotten the wrong person. I don't know them at all."

Flinging his lips, the white man's eyes flickered with interest as he responded, "Alright. I'm only telling you about it out of goodwill. This news came from Lin Yifu, and he's also a Chinese like yourself. I believe you must have heard of his name."

Lin Yifu? The Chinese man was naturally not unfamiliar with this name that's famous throughout Asia and Eastern Europe.

"Thank you for that. I've only heard of his name, but I've never met Mr. Lin before." The Chinese man smiled.

Since the white man had finished everything he had to say, he gave a courtesy smile before he stood up and left.

The instant the door closed, the Chinese man's gaze fell onto the woman's face in the photo with a reminiscing trace hanging on his lips. But shortly after, it changed to indifference and cold.

He was a dead man, so why was she still coming to Russia to look for him?

As the man gently breathed out, he left the office and headed to the depths of the base. When he arrived at a shooting range, a worker immediately prepared a Glock 22 pistol for him.

With the safety flipped with a click, lights flashed and several targets appeared. The targets weren't the same, which the shooter had to differentiate the threatening target in a short instant before deciding to shoot.

Three magazines laid before the man as he shot out. The worker standing beside him had already gotten used to the man's tempo and operated the targets. As shots were fired, sparks regularly flew out from the pistol.

Roughly two to three minutes later, the magazines were emptied and the Chinese man felt a heavy load taken off his mind. Through this shooting session, he vented out all the negative emotions in his heart.

"All the targets were hit and double-tapped. All the shots hit the head." The worker praised.

As the Chinese man nodded his head, he handed the pistol back to the worker and instructed, "Increase the training, we will be going for another mission soon."

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