Aurora was in a bad mood tonight, she couldn't figure out why her father had been pampering that vixen, her brother had been dead for more than ten years, and Katerina, the unjustifiable daughter-in-law, should have left the house a long time ago, but this damn woman not only didn't leave, but also went against herself everywhere. Just like just now, I just wanted a few more people to track down that damn Western European, but Katerina just jumped out and sang the right game, saying that the recent critical juncture, there were not enough manpower, and the organization's energy could not be spent on these meaningless things.

What is a senseless thing? Miss Ben's confinement was cheating on Miss Ben in the hotel behind her back, and she sent two fools to catch the adulterer, but the two fools lost their lives in the hotel -- how could she swallow this breath? Can such a thing be called a senseless thing? Aurora was almost so angry that she was about to flip the table at the dinner table just now, and if Sergei hadn't slapped the table lid in time to conclude the matter, this matter would not have been so easy to solve.

As he walked out of the restaurant in a rage, his henchman, who had witnessed everything behind him, came over and whispered: "Miss, don't be like that vixen, I only said that her old lover has recently returned to Moscow, and it has fallen into the hands of Mr. Sergei." ”

Aurora's footsteps froze slightly, and she turned her head sharply and frowned and asked, "Who are you talking about?"

The thin and tall henchman's subordinate laughed and whispered, "I heard that the man's name is Victor......"

"What?" Aflora raised her eyebrows and grabbed the collar of her subordinates, a woman of Slavic descent was originally born tall, and Aurora, who was stepping on ten-centimeter-high heels, actually lifted her henchmen who were more than one meter eight tall directly off the ground and stared at each other's eyes, "Yuri, you say it again, what is that person's name?"

Yuri was so frightened that he was scared, no one in the Russian mafia knew that this underworld lady was famous for killing people without blinking, for fear that she would kill herself in a fit of rage, Yuri's voice trembled: "Yes...... It's called Victor, and I have a fellow Siberian who is in charge of guarding him, and Mr. Sergei himself went to interrogate that person two days ago. I heard that this person is ...... It has a lot to do with the death of Mr. Sergei Jr......"

"Huh, shut up!" Aurora asked coldly, putting Yuri back on the ground, "Are you sure that man's name is Victor?"

Yuri nodded again and again, and even made a gesture of swearing to the sky: "I can assure you, he is calling Victor ......"

"Where are the people?"

"This ......," Yuri hesitated slightly, "he didn't say where it was, but I heard him mention the Pushkin estate......"

Aurora snorted coldly and commanded in a low voice: "You should not know about this matter, you have never heard anyone mention it, and you have never told anyone. ”

"Huh?" Yuri was slightly stunned, but quickly reacted, "Oh...... Okay, okay, subordinates are bound to keep secrets......"

Aurora glanced back in the direction of the restaurant, her face cold, and then turned and walked towards the end of the marble gallery.

Ivanov had a habit of going to the tavern for two drinks after work, where he had known the old men for a long time, and after the early death of his wife and the marriage of his daughter, he used to talk to them for hours. But today he walked into the bar in high spirits, drank a small sip of delicious vodka, and was summoned to the police station by a phone call.

When he returned to the police office, Ivanov found two men in black suits standing at his desk, and his office chair was occupied, but the man had his back to him, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

"May I ask who you are......" As soon as he spoke, the person sitting in the swivel chair turned around, and Ivanov's heart was shocked, how could it be him?

The man in black in front of him had met him once before in a luxury hotel in the city center, and although he only passed by in a hurry, the cold aura of the man in front of him still left a deep impression on him.

"Mr. Ivanov, I don't think I need to introduce myself, do I?" the person who came was none other than Yakov of the Russian Federal Security Service.

Ivanov didn't speak, lit a low-priced cigarette for himself, pulled a swivel chair next to his colleague and sat down, smoked two cigarettes, and then said after a little calm: "I don't know what happened to visit late at night?"

Yakov waved at the two men behind him, who willingly left, leaving the office to the two. Seeing his subordinates go out, Yakov picked up a book of materials on the table and threw it in front of Ivanov: "You take a look first." ”

Ivanov didn't make any moves, just stared at the other party's eyes: "I have two years and three months to retire!"

The corners of Yakov's mouth twitched, and he took a deep breath and said, "Don't worry, I don't have any malicious intent, and I came to you today and it doesn't have much to do with your police identity." ”

Ivanov frowned slightly, he was a very pure policeman, he had confiscated black money, and he didn't have his own career outside, just relying on a meager but not very good salary to support his family, in addition, he was just a reserve retiree who liked to drink some vodka.

Seeing his suspicious face, Yakov nodded slightly and reported a series of dates: "June 28, 1974, December 24, 1976, January 23, 1977......"

Ivanov was shocked, got up from his chair with a bang, and the cheap cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground: "You...... You ......" seems to be so excited that Ivanov could hardly say a word.

Yakov raised his chin and said expressionlessly, "Are you interested in reading this information now?"

Ivanov was stunned for a few seconds, took a few deep breaths, and then slowly stretched out his trembling fingers to the document with the words "Special Top Secret" written on the cover. But the finger stopped in mid-air, and then he retracted the hand as if he had been electrocuted, and said, "This...... What the hell is this......"

Yakov said slowly: "Don't you want to know how your comrades died, don't you want to know who killed them, and don't want to avenge them?"

Ivanov's eyes widened, and he said in surprise: "Could it be ...... Isn't it the 'red fox' from China?"

"Oh, I think you know a lot, are you interested in reading this material now?" Yakov smiled, his prey never escaped his palm.

Ivanov finally sat down in his chair and was silent for a long time, and finally reached out again to the material that was extremely heavy for him.