Chapter 124

Moscow, Berger real estate.

Beasley was lying on a French wool blanket, petting an orange cat. The latter has a plump figure, squints a lot and rubs his face in the palm of the former's hand.

"And money?" » Beasley asked gently, closing his eyes.

In front of him was a middle-aged man, about forty or fifty years old. His hair was slicked back and he stood with his hands tied. Hearing his boss's question, he just bowed his head: "Tbilisi, Moscow, Eri Wen's money has been laundered, but... in Kiev, the big snake is still stuck."

Beasley stopped, perhaps because the playful kitten was not satisfied, the kitten then let out a "whining" sound, "Did you call?"

"Contacted but didn't get it. The other party said the big snake was not there." The middle-aged man looked at the boss and spoke. He is an open person and also understands what kind of person his boss is. At the end of the line.

"He's been very dishonest lately, does he think I'm old? Or does he think... I will die ? » Beasley suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes bright, the corner of his mouth raised a sneer: "He wants to do it himself?" » Having finished speaking, the voice rang out again: "What will he do?

The sound was so loud that the cat trembled and looked at its owner, but who knew that Beasley also looked on with a fierce expression, grabbed the orange cat and threw it towards the pond behind. It was too sudden and too scary. The cat's fur was everywhere and it was flapping its paws in the air, but after all it wasn't a bird so it couldn't fly.

spray…

A crocodile jumped out of the pond, opened its mouth and bit the cat, pulling it into the water!

A moment later, the entire water surface was covered in blood.

Beasley is not satisfied with the big snake, kill it!

But this old man is not a good person. Currently, the Soviet Union is at a critical moment so it cannot move too much. The people behind warned him. When he lies low, he should lie low. If he fails, who can he turn to?

Beasley narrowed his eyes, suddenly the corner of his mouth twitched, his smile was not at all elegant.

"Please help me call Mr. Wayne Rooney and tell him to go see the Big Snake. This issue is my mistake and I am willing to reduce the processing fee by two more levels.

This old man is planning to borrow a knife to kill someone!

Although we don't know how Wayne and Rooney originated, let him touch the big snake to see who is better.

"Yes Boss." The middle-aged man bowed his head slightly to show obedience. He's been with Beasley for over 20 years and he knows who he is.

Heartless!

He is cruel to his enemies and to his own people. No less than a hundred subordinates died in his hands. The methods were not cruel and their positions were not stable.

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Ukraine. Kiev.

Robert was walking down the street, wearing a coat, the cold Siberian wind blowing here. The snow fell heavily for two days, the snow could cover a calf, and if it was the deepest, it could even bury a person!

Two employees followed him, their faces were also red, and as soon as they opened their mouths, mist flew out from their mouths. There weren't many people on the street so they looked very different.

However, it is only a short distance.

He stopped at the entrance to a bar with a pirate skull flag hanging on it, patted the snow on his body, then pushed the door open.

Apparently there is heating here, quite sumptuous!

In the middle of the day, there weren't many people here, only a bartender was cleaning the counter. Hearing the door open, he raised his head in surprise: "Sorry sir, it's closed today."

"Is the big snake there?" Robert took off the hat on his head, shook it a few times, and a small snowball fell from the brim of the hat to the ground, breaking in half.

Hearing this request, the waiter did not speak but just put his hand under the table. "I advise you not to do this…"

Robert gently looked up and said: "You shoot faster than me! I have an appointment with him."

The waiter took a deep breath and slowly let go of the finger holding the gun.

He didn't care if the other side was right or wrong, because... the other side's two bodyguards pulled out their guns and pointed them straight at him.

The business belongs to the boss and life belongs to you!

"The boss is inside." The waiter pointed back and said, as he said this, the curtain behind the door was lifted, and a man nearly two meters tall stepped out from inside. His head nearly touched the door, his face grim. Muscles exploded, fists were as big as sandbags. When he came out, he was surprised to see this scene and said in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

This guy…

Is he high and low IQ?

Don't you see people with guns in their hands? The bartender broke into a cold sweat and awkwardly stretched out his fingers: "These gentlemen are looking for the boss.

At this moment the big man looked up and down at Robert.

"Are you Wayne Rooney?"

"Correct!"

The big man nodded: "Follow me, boss wants to see you, but you'd better put away your weapons, otherwise I'm afraid I'll blow your head off in the future." Fists, exposed muscles. First version https://https://ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм

I can be sure of that.

He's an idiot!

Would you use your fists to fight someone with a gun?

After the invention of the Maxim machine gun, the nomads learned to sing and dance, big guy, one bullet is enough, or two otherwise,

Of course it's something in the heart, there's another way to show it on the face.

Robert raised his hand to signal the staff to put away their guns, then placed the hat on the table: "Then please lead the way."

The big man thought the other person was cowardly, so he coldly snorted twice, turned around and walked forward.

This bar is very deep, at least a thirty or forty meter corridor behind, a bit dark, only a few footsteps echoing, going to the deepest part, the big man knocked on the door, "Boss, guest." bring.

"Come in."

The voice inside is very lazy, it seems... CKD?

Robert frowned and followed the big man inside, only to see that the inside was very messy!

A bald head was lying on the couch, shirtless, with tattoos on his body. There were three or four women sitting left and right, laughing and talking to each other. The table in front of him was messy, even Robert saw the needle ~ www.mtlnovel.com ~ Are you American? "The big snake raised his right eye slightly, tilted his head and bit the fruit from the hand of the woman next to him (if it was before, it wasn't fruit). "Mr. Beasley told me to come see you."

Robert is lazy to say much and gets straight to the point.

This big snake is actually Beasley's subordinate in Kiev. He is primarily responsible for money laundering in Ukraine. Most of the money was laundered, but the part assigned to Great Serpent remained frozen, about 200 million rubles.

When Beasley called him, he was embarrassed and said he couldn't reach Orochi. Falk Squid!

Robert is not stupid, he knows this accident is just an excuse.

But what can he do?

The other person is really shameless, does he still go to Moscow to find the other person's reason?

Don't be funny, if you can't see the money, it's definitely not clean. The others did not cheat and were very professional. "Beasley?" Big Snake smiled, picked up half a cigarette on the table and smoked: "I know what you want, but what can I get?"

"I have already paid the processing fee." Robert frowned.

"You think it's the source, not me, I also want 50%!" Big Snake is very greedy.

Robert looked at the other person, just looking at him like that, the big snake looked at him no less.

"Sir, I don't really like joking and what's more, I hate it."

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