The tragic death of the daughter of the Sergei family of the Moscow mafia caused no less shock in the Moscow underground than the pseudo-nuclear bomb incident some time ago. Miss Aurora is known for her brutality, willfulness, and ruthlessness in the Moscow underworld and celebrity circles, and no one would have imagined that this underworld daughter would be ruined now. Sergei finished his daughter's funeral according to the customs of his Siberian hometown, walked down the secluded and secluded wine cellar alone, did not look at the label on the display case, took a valuable white wine and opened it, and did not use a wine glass, but directly took the wine bottle and poured a few sips, as if he did not feel that it was too enjoyable, hatefully smashed a bottle of wine worth more than 100,000 US dollars on the wall, and habitually took out a fine silver wine jug from his jacket pocket, the pattern carving on the wine jug was delicate and soft, but the wine jug was a spirits that ignited on fire.

This underworld giant, who can be regarded as a roaring underworld in both the above-world and the underworld of Moscow, poured himself several sips of liquor before he forced down his almost sky-high anger. It wasn't until he had drunk the last sip of vodka that he felt his breath suffocating in his chest, and he hated smashing the flask, which he usually regarded as his favorite plaything, on the huge obsidian floor, that he felt a little calmer. He was the leader of the mafia, but he was a very devout Orthodox Christian, and at this moment, there was never a sense of powerlessness that invaded his whole body and mind, making this old man with gray temples feel that this time he was really going to be abandoned by God.

He and his wife only have a son and a daughter, and the only son, Sergei Jr., died young, and now the daughter who has been rebellious since adolescence has left Moscow and even Russia. With his relationship with Russia's national intelligence services, it is not difficult to find out the whereabouts of Aurora, the guy who proposed to send a killer to send Aurora to a foreign country has been ordered to be eliminated, and the nasty-looking bastard should have sunk in the depths of the Volga River by this time.

He sat on the cold cellar floor for a long time, then slowly got up, walked to the depths of the cellar, walked to a wine cabinet, turned the bottle in the lattice above his head, the wine cabinet opened automatically, and the originally dark wine cellar suddenly opened up, and even the temperature was a little higher - behind the wine cabinet was actually a large secret room.

There was a middle-aged man with a thin face sitting on the sofa in the secret room, and the flames of the fireplace were imprinted on his face, even if he was sitting, it would make people feel that he was like a sword full of fire.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the middle-aged man who originally supported his forehead with two fingers in thought raised his head slightly, but did not open his eyes, but said lightly: "Sit down and talk." ”

Sergei nodded, and sat down on the sofa opposite without saying a word, but from beginning to end, he did not show the slightest hint of his usual arrogant expression - in all of Russia, the people who could make Sergei's heart palpitate could be counted on one hand, but including the one in front of him, and the one in front of him even gave Sergei a rare fear from time to time.

"Your father is so incompetent!" the slightly balding middle-aged man spoke with a hint of a St. Petersburg accent, but his voice was thick and full of air, as sonorous and powerful as his speech in front of 140 million Russians.

Sergei let out a long sigh: "You have a point, but it's a pity that Aurora is not Kaisha, nor Maja, alas, ......"

The middle-aged man even sighed: "The world of children, we old men will never understand, and when Demira and I separated, those two children who are almost thirty years old will also not understand......"

Sergei took a bottle of spirit, poured two glasses, handed one of them to the middle-aged man, and said: "What history can remember is never the family life of a great man, but his contribution to the country and the nation." ”

The middle-aged man slowly opened his eyes, his gaze as sharp as ever: "Whether it is merit or demerit, let it be left to the historians in the university to judge! As long as I don't feel ashamed of the country and the nation, it is enough, and the rest is not important for the time being!"

Sergei took a cup and gently touched him: "On such a day, you still dare to come to me, are you not afraid that the old guys of the council will take the opportunity to make trouble?"

The middle-aged man smiled: "This kind of headache, just leave it to Demi, my old partner, I have summed up a lot of experience in dealing with those rotten old guys!"

After chatting with an old friend, Sergei finally felt a lot brighter, and a smile finally appeared on his face: "There is news from North Korea that the goods have been delivered to the children by the Chinese submarine, and according to the news over there, they will be officially tested in the near future." ”

"Okay!" the middle-aged man stroked his palms and laughed, "Now the old guys of the council are going to divert their attention, Demi's pressure will be easier, and it will be the turn of the Yankees and those henchmen to have a headache!"

Sergei laughed and said with a worried face: "Old friend, I always think that the Chinese are not so stupid!"

The middle-aged man smiled meaningfully: "It is a country with a population almost ten times that of us, and we must not underestimate it." From the beginning, they should have already guessed our intentions. ”

Sergey was shocked: "Then how can they still ......"

The middle-aged man smiled slightly: "The principle of diplomatic relations between the Chinese, in the final analysis, is based on Confucian culture and Sun Tzu's Art of War, paying attention to Huairou and accumulating strength. There was such a child rushing forward and shouting and killing, saving them from having a head-on confrontation with the Yankees, and with us watching from the sidelines, there was a lot of room for mediation and maneuver. The Chinese themselves know that now there is a conflict with the United States, on the one hand, there is a gap in strength, on the other hand, it is likely that our Russian Federation will reap the benefits of the fisherman, so since things are shipped out of us, naturally we have a joint relationship, and when something really happens, it is not good for us to sit on the sidelines and watch from the sidelines. ”

Sergei smiled and was silent for a long time before he said: "I'm already glad you can come over today, old man!"

The middle-aged man raised his head and drank the wine in his glass, and said in a deep voice: "For the country, for the future of the nation, you have sacrificed enough, whether it is from the position of a friend, or as the leader of this country and nation, I have the responsibility and obligation to come and see my loyal partners and excellent soldiers!"

The two fists touched together, just as they did when they infiltrated West Germany from East Germany to collect economic information.