Chapter 148 Vanya

"Vanya! Stop! Please... let me die there!"

The huge figure in front paused, and then continued to move forward with the sled.

A person was being dragged on the sled, fastened by a thick quilt, and a snow cloth was placed over his head.

Fortunately, the journey was not long, and they soon came to a processing factory that was still smoking.

The big man walked into the processing plant with his bag, and after a while, there was a roaring motor sound, and an old tracked armored vehicle rushed out of the warehouse behind the processing plant.

When they reached the sled, the armored car stopped, and the big man named Fanke got out of it. He opened the back door of the armored car, lifted the people on the sled into the car, fixed it, closed the door and went on the road again. Although the voice of the man on the sled was still there, it was drowned out by the roar of the motor.

Two days later, they arrived at a port, sold their armored vehicles, and boarded a crude smuggler submarine for a fortune.

After arriving in Alaska, they found a way to get two passports, replaced the photos, and flew to Vancouver and then to New York.

The old man's body deteriorated rapidly, he vomited blood several times, and his body was covered with blue-gray veins.

"Mr. Yiwen, are you going to the Sanctuary of the Holy Angel? Are you going to the Holy Angel Rafael?"

Seeing the old man's face and vomiting blood, the flight attendant turned pale with fright.

"Yes, I hope in time."

"Do you need me to ask the captain to help you contact the driver at the New York airport?"

"I need it very much, thank you very much."

After landing, a special car will pick them up inside the airport when they get off the plane. Of course, this requires a price.

When he arrived at the Holy Angel Orphanage, fortunately, the old man still breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as he entered the realm of angels, Ivan felt that the pain on his body was fading at a speed that could be felt.

The people next to him saw the old man on his body and the blue lines on the old man's skin, so they knew that this was a critically ill patient and gave them a place.

Yiwen looked at the people around him vigilantly. He had never felt the love of others for him. Instead, he was betrayed everywhere, so he was full of scrutiny and hostility towards everything in the world.

"Man, may I ask, are you a Christian?"

A bearded man asked him.

"Sorry, I'm not."

"Would you like to join our Christianity? We can help you send people to the innermost part, and the chances of getting mercy from His Excellency Angel will be greatly increased!"

"But I heard that as long as it's in the realm of angels, the effect is exactly the same." These gods are shameless and shameless!

"Then don't you want to see the angel? Your Excellency Holy Angel will show up in the small playground every day, but you can't see it standing here."

"No, I'm penniless and I've made many mistakes. I'm ashamed to see her."

"As long as the crime is not extremely heinous, the envoy will forgive it."

"Let me think about it, the envoy can forgive me, but I can't do it myself."

Seeing what he said, the man made the sign of the cross and left.

Ivan heaved a long sigh of relief when he heard his father's breathing gradually stabilized. He won the bet, this is not a scam!

So, do holy angels really exist?

Do gods really exist?

"Fucking textbook!"

"Fanke, I saw your grandma."

"Shut up! Old bastard, you'll be fine." He took out a bottle of Huaguo liquor bought in Alaska from his luggage bag, opened it and took a sip, then saw his father's chapped lips, and gave him the same I took a sip.

I don't know the reason for the white bear's physique, but the old man's face turned red after taking a sip, "Fanke, where are we?"

"Where there are angels."

"Then why are you here too!?" He sat up abruptly.

"Lie down, old bastard! You're not fully healed yet." Ivan pressed him down.

"Fanke, are you dead too? Why?"

"I didn't die, and you didn't die either. I found a place to heal you. Here is a...a holy angel."

"Do you mean the doctor?"

"Roughly the same……"

"Am I taking any medicine? I feel like I'm recovering quickly, it's unscientific..."

"I saw it, well, you shut up and rest, I don't want to hear your noise, I want to be quiet."

In any case, the old man's illness quickly improved. After waiting for three days, the old man was called out and asked to leave the angel realm. They left, but they also confirmed the existence of the angel again, because he hadn't told anyone about it since he got here. name.

"Fanke, I want to see her, your grandma."

"Have you thought about how to face Uncle Ivica?"

The old man lowered his head, walked for a while, and asked, "Then where are we going now?"

"Let's go to Taoyuan Town. I want to confirm whether God really exists."

The old man didn't speak. Three days was enough to break his three views hundreds of times.

Two days later, the two stood on Zhenkou Street in Taoyuan Town, and the old man said, "Fanke, this place seems...it seems to be your second uncle's house, but it used to be called Hutao Town."

Ivan's answer was simpler. He directly asked the person who opened the shop, "Is there an old man named Ivica Ivan Vanko in your town?"

"Are you looking for Ivica?"

"His ancestry is from Russia. Wasn't this place called Walnut Town before?"

"That's right, this place was called Walnut Town more than 20 years ago, and Ivica is Russian. It sounds like your accent is from Russia? You can use Russian directly in the town, and everyone here can speak it."

"Really?" Ivan started with Russian.

"Of course, who are you from Ivica?" The old man who opened the shop said to him in very standard and fluent Russian.

Ivan was surprised by his fluency in Russian, but still pressed his curiosity and said: "This is my father, and Ivica is my second uncle."

"God, I don't even know Ivica has other relatives. Wait a minute, I'll take you there."

The old man who opened the shop didn't close the shop, he walked out and walked into the town with them.

"You, don't you need to look at the store?"

"It's okay, it's a fully automatic vending machine. I just went to replenish the goods just now, so I don't need to keep watching."

"Have you ever been in Russia before? I hear your Russian very well."

"Haha, let's talk about this later." The old man avoided talking, and led them across the entire town to the other end.

The traffic in this town is very large, and construction sites can be seen everywhere. Although many spraying devices have been installed to prevent dust from flying, the noise during construction cannot be avoided. This is a prosperous town.

Soon, they came to an independent house, forty or fifty meters away, they could hear the voices of people coming from that house, as if they were cheering for something.

After several knocks on the door, someone opened it. It was a beautiful woman with blond hair and curvaceous figure.

"Huh? Papa Sapir, hello, come in, these two are..."

"Hello, Miss Natasha, congratulations on your successful resurrection. These two relatives who said they are Ivica's relatives came to recognize their relatives."

"Thank you, Papa Sapir, would you like to come in for a drink? Come in quickly!"

Yiwen thought that the girl whose name was obviously Russian was the daughter of his second uncle, but, could their Fanke family give birth to such a beautiful girl?

Too fake? Whether I am myself or my father, or the second uncle I saw in the photos when I was young, they are all crooked. She is so beautiful, it is impossible... My second aunt...