Chapter 1260 Dropping Pants (1/2)

Li Du just wanted to catch Jonas Malone and finish this trip, so he didn't care about a few thousand dollars. Therefore, he just laid the money out and motioned to the man to give out the information.

The man took the money and said, ”Head northeast from Krasnoyarsk to a ghost town called Cricket House. The Prayer Gang is there now.”

Li Du held the money down, stared at the man, and said, ”Hey, buddy, this had better be true. You see our motorcade,? You don't want to mess with us, do you?”

The big fellow said in a careless manner, ”Why would I cheat you? For a thousand bucks? The Prayer Gang is in Cricket House, you can ask anyone, there are many people who know their whereabouts.”

”It looks like this Mr. Malone has changed his tactic. He was hidden well enough when we tried to find him the last time,” Li Du said as he looked at Luo Qun and the others.

”Fourteen years. Maybe he thinks it's over. No one remembers it,” said Luo Qun coldly.

Li Du waved and said, ”Get in the car and let's go to Cricket House.”

Krasnoyarsk was located in the upper reaches of the Podkamennaya Tunguska River, and there was a place of hidden treasure just around the source of the river.

Li Du decided to finish off Jonas Malone before digging for mammoth tusks.

Once they knew the exact destination, they were able to travel faster, of course, because there was a road along the Podkamennaya Tunguska River.

Even so, it took nearly a week for them to reach Krasnoyarsk through the taiga.

Krasnoyarsk, though one of the biggest cities in Siberia, was still a provincial place, and its region was under-developed.

There were some small farms on both sides of the road. They looked dilapidated. The local soil was not in good condition, and the harsh weather was not suitable for farming.

In the middle of a lone town square, there stood the statue of Lenin, the great proletarian revolutionary. Wearing his coat, his hands in his pockets, he was towering over the square on the high stone platform.

Unfortunately, the huge red empire he helped create had collapsed.

”If it hadn't been for the statue of this man, I would have thought we were in a Tarantino Western,” Laughed Little Ford as he got out of the car. ”Pretty bleak, isn't it?”

With a cold wind, few people on the streets and a gloomy sky that threatened snow, the town looked like a place abandoned by its inhabitants.

Interestingly, a few small animals occasionally appeared at the end of the street, such as two stoats running out from beside the garbage can in the square. They looked curiously at the pedestrians and cars, and then quickly ran away.

They had just entered the town when they stopped, and soon a motorcade arrived.

A dozen pickup trucks intercepted them from the front and back, and some big men stepped out, looking fierce and hostile.

Steve sighed and said, ”Is there going to be a problem?”

Li Du said, ”What do you think? Surely they had not come just to greet us?”

Leading the way, there was a large man in a hoodie and baggy trousers. He came up to Li Du, crossed his arms on his chest and asked, ”Well, man. Where are you from?”

Hankway went over and said, ”Hello, buddy, what's your name?”

”What a stupid question,” whispered the young man with a scar on his face. ”It's Flint Vladimir! How ignorant does he have to be to know nothing of Flint?”