A few days later.
A Quinjet passed through the clouds and arrived over the icebound land of Siberia.
Yang Bo looked out the window at the scenery and asked, "Are you sure Ivan Vanko is here?"
As far as he could see, the entire land was white. There wasn't another color anywhere between heaven and earth.
Soon, the aircraft gradually slowed. Black Widow sat beside Yang Bo, fiddling with the tablet in her hands.
After spending several days with him, she had gained some understanding of Yang Bo's personality. He repaid every slight and was even a little unhinged. He also had a baffling obsession with vampires, going out to hunt for them every night whenever he had the time.
Oh, and there was one more thing: he had lustful thoughts but no courage to act on them. She glanced sideways at his restless hand. It was barely two fingers' width from her thigh, yet he didn't dare put it on her. The sight brought a faint smile to Black Widow's lips. As a professional agent, how could she fail to see what was on his mind?
Hearing Yang Bo's question, she tapped her tablet and said, "That's right. Our investigation confirmed that the Ivan Vanko you're looking for is here!"
Yang Bo's heartbeat quickened at her words. Ivan Vanko was simply too important. With this guy around to build a reactor, he would never have to worry about his refrigerator running out of power again...
If Ivan Vanko knew that Yang Bo wanted to recruit him just to power a refrigerator, he would have pried Yang Bo's skull open with a wrench to see what was inside.
The aircraft descended from high above, and Yang Bo finally got a clear look at the buildings below.
Several dozen wooden houses