The Strongest Arms Dealer Chapter 155

Being eavesdropped, no one knows about it except Mister and others, and Tang Dao will not publicize it, especially when the situation is very weird now, but sometimes, it's not that if you don't say it, others won't You know, in modern society, there is no such thing as privacy, and those who recognize human rights and destroy them are often in the name of national security!

Kyiv, Junior Military Academy, Office.

The house is surrounded by smoke, accompanied by a low and low sound.

"That Asian is here. Someone was monitoring me at the hotel yesterday." Medevichuk looked at the old Pushkin who was sitting behind the table, and finally opened his mouth first. The other party was very calm like an old fox, just waiting After he finished speaking, the thick breathing stagnated slightly, perhaps because the voice was smoked, and when he spoke, there was a tearing texture

"Monitoring? Who? Did the KGB send someone?"

Medevichuk frowned, and pressed the cigarette **** into the ashtray, "It's unlikely, the Soviet intelligence agencies in Kyiv have been monitored by us, and, this is not like the style of the big brother, if the KGB people Come on, I think what we should think about now is how to distinguish the corpse, those barbarians don't care about you."

This is the truth.

Institutions that can show their prestige in this complex world have never been kind people. Capitalists devour the property of ordinary people and small landlords to make a fortune, and ambitious people attack the enemy to make themselves stronger. The KGB's methods are very "rough". Just do it!

At the beginning, the spies went to the court to assassinate opponents, and there were also cases of disguised as soldiers to assassinate Amin.

Just like their counter-terrorism, simple and exciting.

"Barbarians? Mr. Major General, don't forget, we are still Soviets." Old Pushkin's tone was still somewhat dissatisfied.

"Yes, yes." Medevichuk was startled, and nodded quickly, but he didn't think so in his heart. He was so ready to betray the country, and now he seemed to care too much? Who is this disgusting for? The value of the goods he passed alone was nearly 30 million U.S. dollars, and some of them were even banned. He knew that the old Pushkin once had the idea of ​​"Ivan" with several people!

Of course, who the **** knows the truth.

After all, this kind of thing is hard to say, unspeakable, and unspeakable.

Just take it as a joke, the sooner you die if you know too much.

"If it's someone else..." Old Pushkin paused, "We must not let Nicholas have an accident on our chassis. The higher authorities attach great importance to him, and Admiral Bandera is mainly responsible."

Bandera?

Medevichuk's face darkened, his eyelids twitched, and he looked dissatisfied, but he didn't make a sound. He knew that it was useless for him to object. The reason why he was upset with that guy was that there was a dirty relationship between them. They are the same age and joined the army at the same time, but the fate is sometimes different. No matter how good your grades are, no matter how beautiful your work is, you are not as deep as others.

Bandera stepped on his head and is currently the head of the Ukrainian logistics department, while Medevichuk is just a major general!

Normally, you can't afford to offend and hide, but now it's a bit too much to let the other party take responsibility and grab food from your own mouth.

Perhaps sensing Medvey Chuk's displeasure, Old Pushkin raised his eyelids, put his feet down, and pulled the chair closer, "I know what you're thinking, but some things are not up to you and me."

After a while, the former responded, "I understand."

Coming out of the office, he closed the door casually and punched the wall, remembering what the other party said just now in his mind.

"It's best for you to understand. You are familiar with Nicholas, and you have to deal with it. There will be no shortage of your part."

What else could Medevichuk do but nod?

But he was just upset, turned his head to look at the office, and left with a dark face.

In fact, what he didn't know was that the old Pushkin sat in his seat without moving his **** for a long time, and suddenly laughed. This laugh was very loud, and he didn't hide his joy. It always gave people a...very unrealistic look.

This breath was followed by a smile for nearly a minute, the lung capacity is really good.

After waiting for the radio, he took a sip of the teacup in front of him, swished it a few times, then spit it back into the cup, stretched out his hand to pull the landline on the table closer, picked up the receiver, and pressed the phone inside. The number, after two or three rings, someone answered, "Hello, Logistics Office."

"Help me transfer to General Bandera, I'm Rabindranath Pushkin."

"Okay, please wait a moment, general." The woman who answered the phone on the other side returned, and then switched the line. Bandera's voice was very thick, which made people feel good just listening to the voice, "Lieutenant General Pushkin?"

"Good evening, General Bandera."

"What's the matter?" Bandera asked with a sense of distance, and a little bit of superiority.

Pushkin is an old licking dog. He licked his face and reported what happened to Nicholas. The other party dragged his voice, "You mean that Asian is being targeted? Do you have any basic clues?"

"Our initial suspicion is the CIA."

This is all **** and fart, pulling Uncle Sam out to flog the corpse first, capitalism is evil anyway!

Bandera was quiet for a while, and then said, "I see, is there anything else?" This impatient look made Pushkin feel a little bit wrong, this is not playing according to the routine, shouldn't he be right to himself Do you appreciate it? So... just as he was about to speak, the other party hung up the phone very rudely.

Listening to the busy tone inside, the angry Pushkin almost smashed the microphone, but when he thought it was a unit item, he would lose money if it was smashed, so he put the phone down with his teeth gritted, but he was still angry Pain, slap on the table, very upset.

Bobby Ken sat in the hotel lobby and yawned. There was coffee in front of the table. I just threw it on his head, but the other person just turned his head around, then scratched his head, and his eyelids just wouldn't open.

"Damn it, this is a pig." Lieutenant Bobby Ken muttered a few words, picked up the walkie-talkie from the chair, and said, "Please report the situation group by group."

"One group is safe." The observation group on the roof of the building said.

"The second group received."

"Three groups received."

Um?

Bobby Ken waited for a while, and UU Reading www.uukanshu.com frowned, "Four groups, four groups?"

No one answered on the other side, which made him feel alarmed and felt that something was wrong. He quickly patted his subordinate who was still sleeping, and said anxiously, "Something happened!" After speaking, he hurriedly ran towards the location of the fourth group. Just now, the subordinate was startled in a daze, and hurriedly chased him out. After running two steps, he came back again, holding the weapon on the table.

Bobby Ken told the other groups to be vigilant while running. The fourth group was on the opposite floor, with a total of 4 people. When he ran up, there were no people here, and only a few bottles of wine were left on the top floor platform.

"Damn it!" Bobby Ken's face was ugly. As soon as he finished speaking, there was an explosion above his head. He subconsciously hugged his head, rolled to the side, and fell to the ground. He raised his head in horror, and saw The bell tower behind him was blown up like a shell.

"Oh my God..." He was dumbfounded, and an anxious cry for help came from the intercom, "Boss, the hotel has been attacked!"

Chapter end