Chapter 114

The wind blew under the eagle's feet, and the pillar looked like a double shadow as he ran.

He used the butt of his gun to brutally smash an old-style Buick car parked next to it. The glass is still a bit hard. It takes two or three blows for the opponent to be able to defend. In fact, the movement is clearly too noisy. There were also many people standing and watching, including the car owner. Before he felt uncomfortable, he shouted twice, raised his hand to curse and ordered the eagle to stop.

But he was brought home.

Turning his head with red eyes, he saw a brown bear man standing with his mouth open, patting his shoulder gently as if to comfort him, making the car owner cry even harder, hugging the brown bear like want to cry.

The brown bear's face still lacks humanity: I feel heartbroken for this family. …

In general, theft and car theft are two different professions. After all, work is different.

But Eagles seems to be a talented veteran, he's clearly had special training in this area.

After connecting the ignition wire and fire wire together and then connecting the starter wire, the car will start.

"Get rid of my sweat." The eagle wiped the sweat from his face, cursed in a low voice, stepped on the clutch, shifted gears and started in third gear (if you are learning to drive, remember third speed). You do not need to wear a seat belt when starting. !), however, the gas pedal was not pressed firmly and when she rushed forward, she hit a Volvo in front, and another car owner upstairs screamed. Just as the Eagle launched again, the rear bumper of the Volvo in front fell off.

He turned the wheel violently, the Buick spun around in a big circle and then suddenly stopped. Eagle stuck his head out: "Boss, get in the car!"

"withdraw."

Gao Jianguo patted Anzi on the shoulder. The latter protects the other and gets in the car. Just as he was about to jump down, he saw an old man hiding behind him with a bullet in his head. It was just a shot that hit Anzi in the shoulder. , tripped, threw himself on the ground, did not get in the car.

"An Tu, An Tu, Ung, step back, An Tu hasn't gotten in the car yet." Gao Jianguo, who was sitting in the co-pilot, blushed.

Injured in the shoulder, the driver quickly hid behind the car, bared his teeth and broke out in a cold sweat.

He relied on the strength of his one-handed arm, and the blue veins on this forearm were clearly visible. But when the trigger was pulled, the shot did not take place.

"Grass!" Anzi cursed, his movements were very careful, he bent one leg to grip the barrel of the gun, with the other hand pushed the magazine out, then reloaded the new magazine, used his back hand to pull the latch, and finally raised the gun to fire. This set of moves could be considered textbook perfection.

"An Tu, get in the car." Gao Jianguo opened the car door and waved. The latter rushed forward and banged his head against the door, his arms dangling. Buzz Buzz!

The engine roared, the dashboard needles rose high, despite the black exhaust stream and quickly flew away.

"Сукаблядь (Suka Bule!)."

The commander at the scene was a Maozi with the rank of lieutenant who jumped up angrily. He bowed his head and watched his injured subordinate fall to the ground. His face tensed. There are more than a dozen people here, so... Will more than half of them be killed?

He gradually calmed down, his reason told her that this was something he could not do.

This group of people obviously had professional military training, even seeing their decisive killing actions, they must have fought in war!

So let's relate to the wars that have taken place in recent years? Asians, at a glance, can clearly see the results.

Now he was even more hesitant, these Davaris were famous for having black bellies. Money belongs to the country and your life belongs to you. It doesn't take that much effort, but the most basic concealment is necessary. He ordered the remaining people to take the injured to the hospital, waiting for special forces to arrive.

"Anzi! Anzi!?" A worried cry rang out from the backseat. Cao Kien Quan turned his head in panic and saw An Tu clutching his wound, his face pale. "Boss, you can't continue like this anymore. You have to take out his bullets."

"I do not know ?!"

Cao Kien Quoc roared, his face gloomy, holding the handle tightly: "Go to the old warehouse."

Eagle nodded in response and specifically chose this small path to take. They have a lot of experience in counter-reconnaissance. After walking a while, they abandoned the car and walked.

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An article published in a Soviet newspaper.

A group of gangsters attacked the National Bank on Arbat Street and stole 30 million rubles!

Robert was in his pajamas, sitting on the balcony of his suite, placing "Izvestia" on the table and sipping a Coke. flight?

He thought it was the least technical thing.

And 30 million rubles, you absolutely cannot exchange for US dollars, if you put it on the black market, it will be reduced at least dozens of times!

This amount may not be enough to cover business expenses for two months.

He suddenly understood that Duong Dao had said something to him.

"The lower class sells their lives, the middle class sells their brains, the upper class sells the middle class and the lower class!"

"Silly." Robert smiled and shook his head, stood up, walked around the room and sprayed perfume on himself in front of the mirror. He actually hated it, but didn't these upper-class people with bad taste also smell like that? , put on a suit and brush your hair.

Looking in the mirror, he still looked a bit handsome, a bit like the boxer named Shan Shan he met that year. Maybe if he could debut, he would rely on his appearance to make a living.

Robert blew his bangs and walked out. Outside, two staff members were also dressed very neatly, their beards deliberately hanging down. Coupled with that profile, they can make women scream.

"Is there a meeting?"

"Okay, Deputy Governor of the National Bank Kamenev West Braling." An employee answered.

Robert frowned: "Why doesn't this name sound like the Soviet name?"

"I heard he has French genes."

The blood of capitalism has begun to invade Mao Xiong's cerebral cortex, I'm afraid... he's really sick.

They met at "Катюша". Manor. The translation is Katyusha.

It is located on the west side of Manesh Square. It is rumored to have been created by some military officers in June. After that, more and more people joined us. They chanted the slogan "Ulla! Long live Russia" and rushed towards the Germans. After the war, to commemorate them, this manor was abandoned and preserved to this day.

After decades of ups and downs, this is one of the favorite places of Russian soldiers.

Because here you can feel the glory of your parents and the glory of the past.

It's not for everyone. Veterans are admitted free of charge, and those serving must present identification. Foreigners have to pay 50 USD, the price of drinks inside is extra and they cannot bring their own drinks.

This kind of hegemony treaty is very unhappy. I heard that some people caused trouble and fought many times.

But still nothing changed, indifferent.

After paying $150, Robert and the others entered under the guidance of waiters. Nothing special but different, there are a lot of weapons hanging on the wall, Makarov, etc. You can see old soldiers wearing old-fashioned uniforms with military ranks on the chest, white hair and carrying drinks everywhere. .

They seem to have remained silent in their former glory days.

"Dad, Mr. Kamenev is inside." The waiter led him to a private room in the back and gently knocked on the door twice. He waited for the person inside to answer, then pushed the door open and stepped aside to let them in. Robert met Kamenev, a... bald Mediterranean man with a somewhat normal body compared to other Soviet people.

The other person also shamelessly looked at him, looking up and down, gradually frowning.

"Mr. Kamenev, nice to meet you."

"Mr. Wayne?" » Kamenev said, reaching out and shaking his hand.

Wayne Rooney is Robert's pen name. You definitely can't use your real name for something like this.

He pursed his lips and smiled and nodded: "We will contact by phone."

"Please sit." Kamenev signaled with his arms outstretched and sat down unceremoniously. He helps Robert and the others pour vodka and holds him back. "A toast to guests from afar."

This old man drinks all day long.

And... There's nothing a drink can't fix.

At first, orders worth hundreds of millions of RMB were based on alcohol. For them, friends who drink are friends, unlike these Indians. Because of their religious beliefs, they rarely drink alcohol with a certain level of alcohol, but at this moment Big Brother is very strong so he can only cover his nose and apologize. This kind of law of Ustinov scared the Soviet negotiators. (Ustinov's Law: the wine table has the last word!).

Robert now smelled like vodka and to be honest, he had a bit of a stomach ache.

The taste was too strong but he could only close his nose and suck on Kamenev. Fortunately, there were two employees next to him. The three of them drank so much that the other almost passed out. I almost didn't make it!

"Hic~" Kamenev hiccuped, not knowing when he was next to Robert, affectionately holding his shoulder, "Davari, let's get down to business first, I heard you want to borrow money, right?"

Business?

Robert was stunned, his head reluctantly relaxed, he was a little conscious, swallowed the liquid that flowed from his stomach, hiccuped: "Of course I want to borrow..." He stretched his finger out of his mouth, but thought He said little so he spread both arms wide.

"One billion rubles!"

Kamenev also has big eyes, but only his right eye, his left eye is still the size of a sesame seed, and wine is flowing from the corner of his mouth. He wiped it with his hand, surprised: "One billion rubles?!"

That's a big order.

I have never even seen such a large loan amount in recent years. Of course, it was him.

He learned that another vice president had just granted a loan of 5 billion rubles.

What is happening...

Kamenev can think clearly even with his toes.

He deliberately made an excuse: "I'm afraid it won't be easy to deal with."

"Don't worry, our procedures are legal, including the ore ownership certificate." Robert lowered his voice again: "Of course, there are also illegal things, such as a 2 million dollar debt note from a Swiss bank. What do you think?"

Kamenev's eyes lit up ~www.mtlnovel.com~ suddenly smiling like a big-headed mouse, directly kissing Robert's face, "No, no, I think Davari is completely legal! Just need you to complete the procedure. " , can I find a way to lend you a billion rubles? Of course! For our friendship, hooray!"

"Congratulations!"

Robert didn't know how much the other side was bragging and how much was the truth.

But now he can only choose to trust the other person.

This comrade Kamenev also wanted to see the money first, which of course Robert delayed.

Hell, you haven't done anything yet but you want to enjoy it first. You think you are the third brother!

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