Chapter 120

Saint Basil's Cathedral in Moscow is located between Red Square and the Moscow River, just a wall away from the Kremlin, a symbol of power.

Robert was wearing a white suit, holding an omega in his right hand, but didn't know what red tie to choose. It looked especially conspicuous. He entered the church with a solemn expression, resting his head on his chest and clasping his hands in prayer before the cross. Today is right. It was Sunday, the day of mourning for God, and the church was packed.

Maybe…

Half of them are waiting for a free lunch. Robert went straight to the back right, near the side door. On the bench there was an old man wearing a black suit and glasses. He bowed his head, holding the Bible, the string of his glasses dangling from his ear. He looked very much like a school teacher, with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, looking... very gentle.

Robert just sat next to him very rudely. He was about to take a piece of gum out of his pocket. As soon as he tore the package open, the old man next to him turned around and calmly closed it. The greatest blasphemy."

"I don't believe in Jesus."

"Then why did you pray earlier?" » the old man asked.

"I just pray for world peace."

Robert looked at the other person and spoke firmly.

If this joke were told in Somalia, others would think he was crazy. Nicolas's proudest right-hand man, here he hopes for world peace? This is not April Fool's Day.

But who knows, the old man didn't say a word but just nodded in agreement and made the sign of the cross on his chest: "God will hear our prayers, He loves the world." After speaking, he turned around: "Which country do you want to bathe in?" America? France? Germany? Or the Vatican? »

The transition was so quick that Robert, a little stunned, pointed to the pastor who was speaking: "Mr. Beasley, why didn't you wait until he finished speaking?"

"Talk about your damn size! Bother me for money."

Beasley gestured: "One billion rubles? We would like to charge a 12% processing fee.

NMB!

12%, that's 3 million USD!

Robert really wants to talk about Finland.

Beasley certainly has the capital to make a bid.

I heard he's a descendant of the Russian empress, but that's basically just pretending to be X. The entire family of Nicholas II had their basement broken into. Where did he come from? Beasley's passing is also legendary. He started selling matches in a bar. He also worked for a time as a dangerous young man, but then started running an underground casino. If there is no one behind this type of work, who can?

During the special period of the Soviet Union, Beasley was able to resist fiercely, grew stronger and began to achieve transnational development. If the stock exchange does not agree, he can request to be listed.

"Okay, divide the amount into four and help me wash these accounts separately." Robert opened more than a dozen accounts abroad, including Switzerland, Sweden, France, etc., so that when he was delisted later, he could hold out longer.

Beasley took the paper, examined it, put it in his pocket, and nodded in agreement. Robert took off the sunglasses attached to the top of his suit, put them on, stood up and walked out of the church. Diagonally opposite the church, an old tiger-headed Mercedes is parked. Some people were sitting in the car and smoking. As he walked out, a white man with the crew shouted: "Torov, is that him?"

This Torov is the East Asian man at the hotel entrance.

He poked his head in, pointed at Robert and nodded: "Yes, it's him, Nabokov, they defeated Couric."

Nabokov looked at him with eagle eyes, took a deep breath of cigarette, his thin cheeks bulging. When Robert slowly approached, he stopped smoking, threw the cigarette butt on the ground and pushed him away. Open the door, hold the Remington M870P pistol, use your right hand to pull the bottom cover, press hard, the bullet is loaded and one shot hits Robert.

This distance is too close!

On the one hand the staff did not have time to react.

Robert also felt numb on his scalp, but maybe God forbid killing someone in front of a church, and that shot missed? He crashed into the back of a nearby car, the trunk was smashed, and the car was startled and rang the alarm.

After reacting, Robert did not hide, shrank his neck, and calmly pulled the gun from his waist in the next second. His nickname is Fast Gun!

He is not a helpless scholar. Nabokov missed the first shot. I want to make up for it. It was too late. Robert pulled out his gun and shot! All in one go. The bullet passed through Nabokov's neck and hit the undercarriage of the car. The employee also recovered, held two pistols in each of his left and right hands and shot the tiger in the head. Another employee is waiting far away in the car. Seeing that, he stepped on the accelerator, hit the tiger's head and ran away, opened the car door, and greeted: "Get in the car!"

The two Robert sneaked in without having time to close the door. After hitting other cars blocking the road, they fled. 1 minute!

The guards have arrived. This place is too sensitive. When they arrived at the scene, in addition to Nabokov being sifted, three bodies were also found on the tiger's head, but they did not know if it was Torov or not. Luckily, a bullet pierced his thigh but he was saved. The sound of gunfire outside startled worshipers inside. Beasley raised his eyebrows, did not stand up, opened the Bible to read carefully, a moment later someone ran up and whispered something in his ear, he frowned: "These people belong to Tomahawk?

"I found a tomahawk on their car." The subordinate answered honestly.

"I suddenly became curious about my customer…" Beasley said to himself with deep eyes. Are you really curious to know who this Wayne Rooney is? And from where? Where do billions of rubles come from? He never thought about cheating. Most of the people found were introduced by acquaintances. It remains a legal entity. The most important thing is that the amount of money escaping from it annually reaches 10 billion rubles. Save money, give up reputation and become the target of public criticism.

Boss, do you want to check them out? » smart subordinates asked.

"Why test them?"

Beasley replied, closed the Bible, frowned, glanced at him and said in a dissatisfied voice: "We are businessmen, not intelligence agency paparazzi. I think you are talking too much nonsense."

The subordinate shook his head, quickly lowered his head, and stopped gnawing.

"Don't be so curious. Curiosity is the least valuable thing in the world, because it will kill you. » Beasley stood up and patted his subordinate's neck. Putting on gloves, he hooked the corners of his mouth.

Regardless, Tomahawk and the Soviet authorities would certainly investigate him.

Why should you join?

Beasley, an old fox, is smarter than anyone. …

"Don't go back to the hotel!"

Robert wasn't stupid either, he killed someone and thanks to the Soviet's abilities he found you within minutes. The question is whether they want to find you or not.

The old bear is about to die, but he is still a bear. When he dies, he is still a bear.

"Do you have your passport with you?" He grabbed the chair with both hands: "Go straight to Ukraine."

In Kiev, he knew the boss had allies, and recently Xiao Maozi had been dancing a lot, and he began to get close to the boss. There were rumors that both sides were preparing to go their separate ways, so going alone at that time would be better. sometimes? It's better than being screened here.

"The hotel...still has over $100,000 in cash." The driver hesitated.

He was directly reprimanded by Robert: "If you want to die here, just pretend I never said it, damn it."

Seeing his anger, the staff bowed their heads. Robert asked them to surrender their guns, stuffed them under seats and parked in a small alley outside the airport. As soon as he stepped out, he saw a few homeless people squatting on the ground and begging. He moved forward and got closer. Ask: "Who among you can drive? »

Some homeless people looked on and two of them raised their hands.

"Okay, do me a favor, these two hundred dollars are yours." Robert saw a good-looking man, walked over, took out two dollars from his pocket, put it in front of him, got out of the car, shook the key, "Drive in, how can you drive?" that's OK." If you want, what if you run out of gas?

"What?"

The homeless man was a little surprised, he was so busy, a little lost, "So how should I entertain you, sir?"

"Don't worry, when you stop, someone will come pick you up. These are my friends so don't be afraid. » Robert smiled and patted the homeless man on the shoulder without disdain. Take two employees to the airport.

"Mr. Clinton, are these people... idiots? We can sell his car." A homeless man bent down and shouted in surprise, eagerly looking at the cars for sale in the alley. At the car market you can also exchange for some meals. But who knows, the homeless man who received the key shook his head and nervously took the key: "This is a favor that the gentleman entrusted to me." I have to help him complete it. We are... poor, but we are not poor. thief."

This statement made his teammates angry.

They don't care about anything ~ www.mtlnovel.com ~ After all, they know that some idiot gave them the car, isn't it just a door gift? They are very upset about Mrs. Clinton's infidelity. Some people came forward to beat him, snatched the keys and clapped away. They still have some conscience, at least two hundred dollars doesn't mean they have to move.

Grandma. Clinton fell to the ground, tried to stand up, watched the car drive away and scratched his head angrily, feeling very disappointed.

How… how should he explain to this gentleman?

Perhaps this is what was intended. Being kind and keeping your promises may make you feel like society is treating you rudely, but it may also unintentionally save your life. Everyone has to retain more or less part of their personality. beautiful.

Like the Path...

Never betray your desire for profit!