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"Can't find anyone?" The environment is quiet, the manor study is equipped with many expensive decorations from all over the world, and Pavlyuchenko, who is holding a glass of vodka on the ice, frowned and looked at the man in the suit on the side, "Are you sure you can't find it?" Not something else? ”

"The FBI can't find it." The man in the suit nodded, "According to the speculation of those experts, Gambino has a ninety percent chance of being killed." Otherwise, it would not be possible to have no news at all. If you want to completely escape the pursuit of the Americans, let alone him, even Osama back then can't do it. ”

"Looks like he's really dead." Pavlyuchenko, dressed in a silk nightgown, muttered in a low voice with an expressionless face, and raised his hand to drain an entire glass of vodka. Then he slammed the wine glass in his hand on the marble table in front of him.

Smart people don't necessarily get rich, but really rich people are smart people. And the self-made Pavlyuchenko, in addition to courage and luck, his mind is also quite smart.

Ever since he learned about the power of promises, Pavlyuchenko has been having a headache over how to deal with the relationship with promises. After all, that guy isn't very smart, but he has superpowers!

Just the thought of the promised superpower made Pavlyuchenko feel a headache in his head. For this kind of person who does not play according to common sense, he has no good way to deal with it.

Pavlyuchenko raised his hand and rubbed his bald head, his gaze gloomy and uncertain.

The promise is undoubtedly very powerful, because the secrets of the promise are well hidden by him. Pavlyuchenko didn't know what kind of hole cards the promise had at all, so he didn't dare to turn the other cheek with the promise.

After all, he knew very well that if he wanted to attack such an existence as promise, it had to be a one-hit hit. Even if it just gives him a chance to escape, then wait for endless crazy revenge.

If it were normal, Pavlyuchenko would not be afraid at all. After all, not only is he extremely rich, but his backer is also very hard. But in the face of the promised superpowers, Pavlyuchenko felt powerless. Therefore, Pavlyuchenko has always fulfilled the promised requirements as much as possible, and has never been willing to take the initiative to provoke him.

Even in order to reassure the promise, Pavlyuchenko confined his only daughter. At the same time, he put his daughter's lover and his best assistant in prison. But this is not to say that Pavlyuchenko completely surrendered to the promise, it is simply impossible.

None of those who can get to the point of Pavlyuchenko are good people, and no one is willing to be subservient.

Pavlyuchenko had been secretly watching the whereabouts of the promise. Of course, he knew that Gambino, the godfather of the California underground, was an important contact of Promise, and he also knew that Gambino had provided a lot of help to Promise. It's just that when he got Gambino from his subordinates that Gambino was suddenly hunted down by the FBI and disappeared without a trace, he immediately thought of making a promise.

After pouring out a lot of dollars and using his connections to gather information, Pavlyuchenko quickly concluded through the events in Las Vegas and Los Angeles that these big things were promised.

As for the reason, it is very simple, because the explosives used in several bombings are the ones he promised to provide.

Whether it's the FBI or any other department, there will eventually be people who are willing to pass on information for a huge check. It's not too difficult to know this kind of information.

After coming to this conclusion, the first thing Pavlyuchenko did was to directly cut off the line of delivery of the promised military explosives.

Not only was the head of a secret arsenal in Siberia, who was the main operator, eliminated, but even several important points along the line were ruthlessly eliminated by Pavlyuchenko to eliminate the troubles.

Of course, he was so ruthless in clearing the clues, of course, because he didn't want the Yankees to track him down. Because once he catches up with himself, maybe Gambino, who suddenly disappeared before, will be his next fate.

Gambino's disappearance was almost certainly promised. As for the reason, it must be that he is about to reveal the secret and identity of the promise. Pavlyuchenko was convinced of this.

The cautious Pavlyuchenko began to clear himself of potential threats, as he was afraid of the promise of superpowers.

"You go and bring him back." After a long silence, Pavlyuchenko finally made his decision: "Pay attention to secrecy, and never reveal the news!" ”

"Boss, you mean, Rome?" At this time, the man in the suit standing next to Pavlyuchenko was the assistant who succeeded Rome, and he was also an elite from the KGB. He knew all too much about what had happened before, and he knew why Andre had been sent to that desolate hell.

This decision of the boss means breaking with that person because of the agreement he betrayed. Although I don't know why the boss has been so afraid of that person, the person who can be so feared by the boss must be extremely powerful.

"Hmm." After making up his mind, Pavlyuchenko's originally tangled heart became relaxed.

Get up and go to the side of the wine cabinet, grab a bottle of vodka and fill the glass, "Yes, you go and bring Andrei back." Be sure to keep it secret. ”

Gambino's disappearance and the full pursuit by the Americans created a sense of crisis for Pavlyuchenko. On the one hand, he was afraid that he would be involved in the incident, and on the other hand, he was afraid that he would end up in the same fate as Gambino. Therefore, Pavlyuchenko, who was originally born as a hero, simply began to prepare for his own back road.

Because he didn't know what kind of hole cards the promise was, Pavlyuchenko really didn't dare to take the initiative to offend the promise before a complete break. The pressure on him was too great. He needs to be prepared for the worst!

Far away in a different time and space, he didn't know that the modern world was gradually becoming lively at this time, and he was busy chasing down the Japanese officers and soldiers who had been frightened by him.

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"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! A series of crisp slaps kept slapping several adjutants in the faces. Regardless of whether the previous face shape was thin or fat, the faces of these adjutants were all expressions at this time, that is, they were completely puffy.

It looks ridiculous, a few people stand in a row and keep slapping people, and they have to keep nodding and shouting "Yes, you have worked hard!" "It looks like the set of a comedy movie. It's just that this is not a movie set, but a real battlefield!

"You are all a disgrace to the military!" A middle-aged Japanese general with a logo on his body, wearing an extremely eye-catching chrysanthemum ribbon on his chest, and a middle-aged Japanese general with the rank of lieutenant general on his shoulder, took a heavy breath, put on his white gloves again, and then scolded several adjutants who were slapped in the face by him.

"Yes! You've done a great job! Several adjutants, who were usually majestic in front of their subordinates, did not dare to have the slightest expression of dissatisfaction at this moment, and responded loudly to the lieutenant general in front of them with their swollen faces like pigs' heads.

Under normal circumstances, although corporal punishment was common among the Japanese army, it was also common for superiors to beat their superiors. However, most of these adjutants are at the level of wing commanders, and they are already the top existence among mid-level officers in the army. It is almost impossible for such a thing to be beaten up in them. Even if the opposite is a lieutenant general.

It's just that the luck of the few wing captains who escaped from under the noses of promises today is really bad.

After the morale of the troops collapsed and they fled, they first encountered a very strange car and killed many people in a rampage. Then, before they could gather their troops again, a large number of elite guards escorted a high-ranking officer to them.

The lieutenant general, who wore the Chrysanthemum Ribbon, a large medal of honor that many Meiji ministers had not received, was the uncle of the Emperor of Japan, King Hatohiko of Asakanomiya.

Ten days ago, the princess-married royal family received an order to replace the ailing Matsui Ishine as the commander of the Matsue Dispatch Army and take full command of the commander-in-chief of the troops that captured Jinling. Then hurried to the front.

In fact, Matsui Ishine didn't have any illness at all, but seeing that he was about to capture the enemy capital, it was impossible for the royal family to see the war achievements fall into the hands of outsiders in the face of such a huge war exploit. Therefore, Matsui Ishine must be sick, and King Hatohiko of Asakanomiya, who was originally only a military senator, fell on his shoulders the glory of capturing the enemy's capital.

East Asian culture is in the same line, and before modern times, the armies of all countries were the highest embodiment of military merit by beheading generals and capturing the flag, and first ascending to destroy the country. Conquering the capital of an enemy country is the greatest pursuit and honor of a soldier's life. This is true in all countries.

King Hatohiko of Asakanomiya, who personally ordered in the history of the modern world, 'Kill! Kill! Kill them all! This secret, the commander-in-chief of the massacre who destroyed the secret order after reading it, escaped the post-war trial because of his status as a royal family. He even lived leisurely for decades before dying of illness at the age of nearly 100.

So many people died in this war, but this commander-in-chief spent a lot of time and drank a lot of money, played golf and lived to the age of ninety-four and got a good death. This is a great irony.

At this time, after the royal family had ruthlessly repaired the commander of this ragged army, he had time to ask what happened to let these elite troops disperse.

"Bastard!" King Hatohiko, who had just put on his white gloves, heard the words of a god who could fly into the sky, be invulnerable, and be able to run around with a tank to help the defenders defeat them. I was trembling with anger, and I didn't even have time to take off my gloves, so I slapped him again and slapped the face of Kengo Noda, the commander of the 33rd Wing, who was already extremely red and swollen before.

"You cowards!" King Hatohiko, who had a slap in his palm, scolded sharply: "Even if you are defeated, you can ask for tactical guidance!" Why lie?! You still say it's a fairy?! When you were in school at Lu University, were all textbooks of the Classic of Mountains and Seas?! ”

'Boom!! Without waiting for a few adjutants to explain, in the midst of a loud roar, the promise that went straight to the sky appeared in everyone's eyes.

King Hatohiko of Asakanomiya, who was holding his hand, opened his mouth wide, and there was no need for any explanation at this time. (To be continued.) )