My Cold and Beautiful Wife

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0936

An iceberg floated in an area near the Arctic Circle. The cold wind was biting cold.

A helicopter slowly landed on a small, bare island.

No one would have thought that this seemingly deserted island was actually a top secret island prison!

Every single level of the prison was reinforced with extremely thick alloy steel plates that were so thick that even a missile couldn't budge them. Even an earthquake at the bottom of the sea wouldn't be able to affect the overall structure of this place.

If there were no reinforcements or supplies, even if they escaped from the prison, it would be very difficult for them to survive in this sea of ice and snow.

At the entrance to the prison, General Robert jumped out of the helicopter, his coat draped over his shoulders.

Although the rank was several ranks lower, the bearded colonel was not nervous at all. He did not seem to care about the second person in the military.

"General Robert, I'm the director of Rice Island Prison, Manet Sdelin."

"Colonel Stein, I've heard a lot about you. It's been hard on you to guard this beast trap." Robert did not dare to put on any airs.

This black colonel had been stationed here for over forty years. Although few in the magnesium army knew of his existence, he was the most trusted military official in all of the presidents, and every defense minister was very respectful to him.

The colonel's ability to guard a group of the world's most terrifying criminals for forty years in a place that even birds would not want to pass through, with no loopholes at all, was a testament to his ability.

Otherwise, according to age, Manet should have retired ten years ago.

"It has been forty years, and hard work has become a habit. "But, General Robert, my shoulder and lumbar spines are hurting so badly. If you don't find someone to replace me, I'm afraid I won't be able to last until the next president changes," Manet said flatly.

Manet's eyes suddenly became sharp. "You came to see the Postman?"

Robert nodded solemnly. "Yes, we have a mission for the future of our country. We hope that the postman can complete it …"

"General Robert, when we brought in the national army, the FBI, the police, first-rate scholars and university professors, all the resources, and arrested the mailman team, you didn't wear a general, did you?" Manet said.

"Yes, I was just a major back then." Robert nodded.

"Then you are sure, and you know very well, what it means to let the postman go?" Manet squinted.

For this mission, I have the confidence to convince them to willingly serve the people of our Federation.

If they want to complete this extraordinary mission, they have to! "

"Is that so..." Manet grinned. "General Robert, I've dealt with the Defense Minister six times. You're the seventh, and I have to say, I admire you."

Manet turned away and walked to the deeper floor of the prison. He spoke without looking back: "Because... "How dare you trade with a real devil …"

… ….

China, Southwest China.

Under the snow-capped mountain, the scenery was pleasant to the eyes.

At this moment, there was a place with smoke rising from the kitchen of the Ye family.

"How many times have I told you? The ratio of surface to water should be maintained at 2: 1. Cold water should be used. There should be some salt in the water. Only then will the noodles be more powerful..."

"Sigh... I just want to have some noodles, you don't even have the right noodles, can it taste good? "

The head chef wiped the sweat off his face and smiled apologetically, "Chief, we were careless. We failed to reconcile, please forgive us …"

"You all didn't remember what I taught you at all. This is the last time I taught you. Remember this carefully …" The man lectured.

The chefs hurriedly nodded their heads, and two of them even started to take out their books to record.

When they heard this, all the chefs and cooks present paled!

This was an earth-shattering event! Who dares to touch the eldest son of the Ye family?

When Ye Qun heard this, he respectfully withdrew.

However, not long after, Ji Ru Lan brought Ye Feng to the kitchen, crying.

"Father! Father, you have to uphold justice for Feng'er! Your only grandson had his cultivation crippled by a villain! "My husband is unwilling to stand up for Feng Er. Father, you must pity us, mother and son …"

Ye Feng, on the other hand, hid behind his mother with his head down, not daring to look at his grandfather.

The man raised his hand, indicating that it was fine.

He walked to a nearby sink and began to wash his hands. As he did so, he said to the chefs behind him, "Wait a minute, when you wake up, make some soup. If you wake up for a quarter of an hour, it will be enough. Do not exceed two centimeters when you try to seize the face, do you remember? "

The group of chefs were dumbstruck. They were all muttering in their hearts. Shouldn't they first check the injuries of Young Master Ye Feng and ask him about the current situation? Why is the family head still thinking about the noodles!?

After the man finished washing his hands, he wiped his hands on his apron before taking it off. He waved his hand and said, "Ru Lan, don't cry anymore. If there's something, go out and say it.

Feng'er, you come too. All of you stand here, and they won't be able to properly make a movie. Come, follow me out … "

The man muttered to himself as he walked out of the kitchen.