When the sun is about to set, the bustling city of London is bustling with traffic.

", did you say that the head of the person in charge of Jiāotong's decision-making here was squeezed by gāngmén?" Sitting in the passenger seat on the left side of the car, Chekov, dressed in a trench coat, asked the black driver who was driving, holding a cigar.

Chekov's driver was a black man, born in a country in Africa where he had been fighting for a long time, killed the first man at the age of six, and joined the rebels at the age of seven, "At the age of sixteen, he became the most terrifying executioner in the hands of the rebel leader, and at the age of eighteen, Chekov was replaced by Chekov with a bunch of weapons from the hands of the rebel leader, and became Chekov's personal bodyguard and driver."

At the age of twenty, under Chekov's orders, he and Chen Fan engaged in a life-and-death struggle.

As a result, "it only took Chen Fan ten seconds to put him into shock."

Since then, he has never smiled, and every time he sees Chen Fan, he will show a faint smile.

At this point, "Hearing Chekov's babbling and scolding, the knew that Chekov was complaining about the rules of the British Jiāo and the big difference between cars and other countries.

"Boss, if you think the policy he has made you angry, I can take you to put a gun to his head tonight and ask him to change the policy." , face said calmly.

"Aha, that's a good idea." Chekov laughed, then shook his head again, and said, "However, I'm afraid not tonight, I'm going to do something as the butcher instructs." ”

Butcher.

Hearing these two words, a look of awe flashed in the's eyes.

Half an hour later, the sunset completely set over the mountain, the sky grew dark, and the neon lights on both sides of the street lit up.

The drove Chekov in a car to the villa Mén in a famous and wealthy area of London.

"Boss, near this villa, there are a total of three groups of bodyguards hiding in the shadows, the big mén, and the main building mén each has a group of bright bodyguards." , park your car at Villa Mén. The said calmly, "In addition to this, there are a total of eighteen probes in the wall, the entrance of the main building, and the entrance of the main building, covering the entire villa" without any dead ends. ”

", I swear to God, there is no better bodyguard in this world than you!" , Hearing the words of the, Chekov sighed from the bottom of his heart.

The shook his head, "Yes." ”

"Oh God, I forgot about the butcher." Chekov patted his brain.

The was not surprised by Chekov's strange xìng style and behavior, but asked lightly: "They have been paying attention to us, and in five seconds, they will come to us." How do we get in? Is it hard to break? ”

"No" No,, don't luàn come" This is not the place where luàn comes. Damn, this is the residence of the Foreign Minister of the Council of the European Union! Chekov quickly snuffed out the cigarette butt, shook his head, and said: "Get out of the car" Boss, I'll take you in. ”

With that, Chekov took the initiative to pull the car and got out of the car "accompanied by" and greeted the four heavily armed bodyguards.

"Chekov?" When the four bodyguards saw that it was Russia's number one arms tycoon who stepped out of the car, their faces changed slightly.

"Aha, bitch bastards" You actually recognize Uncle Chekov and me? Chekov greeted him with a smile: "Tell Kesif that old fellow that I want to see him!" "Damn it" Chekov, you poor wretch, I'll give you three seconds, get out of here at once! "The leading bodyguard used to be a British secret service chief, and he knew Chekov's identity well.

"Oh, bitch bastard" How dare you talk to your Uncle Chekov like that? Chekov yīn laughed: "You will regret it, I swear, lowly poor worm!" ”

The voice fell, "Just when the head of the secret service was about to pick Chekov up like a xiǎojī, the was indifferent" and waited for Chekov's order.

"Impulsiveness is the devil, don't be impulsive" dear. Chekov did not have the slightest fear, he slowly took out a golden card from his arms, and smiled brightly: "Give this card to Kesef, that old immortal fellow." Well, he'll meet me "soon!" ”

Chekov's arrogant words sounded in his ears again, and the face of the head of the secret service changed drastically!

"What? Are you afraid, lowly wretched? Chekov laughed and pulled out a Cuban cigar, which the lit for him with amusement, while the agent leader stepped aside and radioed something to the bodyguards inside the villa.

"Dear Mr. Chekov, please." Half a minute later, "the head of the agent who had been instructed to respectfully walk up to Chekov" made a gesture of please.

"Poor lowly wretch, you ought to have been like this before." Chekov smiled and pressed the lit cigar on the face of the bodyguard leader, and the smell of roasted ròu suddenly filled the air, and the bodyguard leader did not dare to move.

"Aha, you're a poor worm!" Seeing that the cigar went out, Chekov shoved the cigar into the mouth of the head of the bodyguard, and then swaggered into the villa, which was said to be more difficult to enter than the residence of the British Prime Minister.

A minute later "in the hall of the main building of the villa, Chekov met a fat old man.

The old man was wearing a pajamas, sitting on the sofa, there was no bodyguard standing behind him, and he was the only one in the entire hall.

Under the light, his brows were tightly twisted together, his expression was extremely solemn, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Seeing Chekov enter the hall alone, he quickly adjusted his mood and set his eyes on Chekov.

"Aha, dear Mr. Kesef, don't you welcome me at all?" Chekov laughed and "sat casually across from Kesev, as if he were at home, poured himself a glass of red wine, and held it in his hand" with a pleasant expression on his face.

Faced with all this, Kesef's eye muscles trembled slightly, resisting the urge to kick Chekov out of the villa, and asked in a deep voice, "How did you have that card?" "What do you think? Chekov sipped lightly. Red Wine asked rhetorically with a smile.

"The butcher gave it to you?" Kelouv's expression was solemn and his tone was complicated.

"Dear Mr. Kesef, I think even a pig can think of this!" Chekov sneered.

"Is he in trouble?" , Kesev understood Chekov's intention.

"So to speak." Chekov said in a deep voice: "He needs you to do something for him, well, a trivial thing." "You're not going to say no, are you?" ”

"What's the matter?" Kesef's brow furrowed even tighter.

"Hey! Kesef, I didn't expect you to be an ungrateful bastard too. Chekov put down his glass, leaned forward, and said coldly: "Should I suggest that the butcher screw out your head?" ”

"You ......," Kesef's face changed, and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes, as well as a hint of gratitude and fear.

"Well, Dear Monsieur Catherf, I smell the perfume of a well-known French brand in the hall, and I guess you old bones are going to play some exciting games tonight, so I won't disturb your Yaxing." Chekov Yīn smiled: "The butcher will arrive in London tomorrow at noon." He asked me to tell you that at the right time, you need to make a trip to Kernar Castle. ”

"Okay."

Kesef slowly spit out a good word, "His brow was directly twisted into a Sichuan shape."

"Venerable Mr. Catherf, take it easy, the butcher let you go just to make the dream of old Edward, who has always wanted to tiǎn your feet come true, and there is no other meaning." Chekov said in a deep voice and then got up directly: "I brought the words, it's your business whether to go or not, goodbye." ”

Saying that, Chekov didn't wait for Kesev's reply, he got up directly, shook his body and left.

Kesef's eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

A few minutes later, the drove the car back and took Chekov out of the C-rated villa.

"Boss, where are we going now?" The asked in a deep voice while concentrating on driving.

Chekov lit a cigar in a habitual manner and said, "Go to the Lille farm in south London." ”

"You're looking for Hellfire?" The was no stranger to that place, he had been to Chekov twice, and knew that it was the underground base of Hellfire, the top three mercenary organizations in the underworld, in the United Kingdom.

"That's right, that bitch guy at Kuka said he had an Indian NV for me, and I'm going to greet that NV guy." Chekov smiled and said, "Of course, the most important thing is that I am going to convey the words of the butcher. ”

A xiǎo time after the Lille Farm in South London.

The drove the car through two layers of dark whistles and came to the house in the middle of the farm.

Chekov was greeted by an NV man who exuded an icy aura.

"Aha, Hell Snake, we meet again, do you miss Uncle Chekov?" Chekov yín, who was facing the NV man who exuded an icy aura all over his body, smiled and teased.

NV's face changed, and a hint of murder flashed in his eyes.

Then her gaze fell on the ghostly again, and the murderous intent suddenly dissipated.

"Chekov, I warn you one last time, if your mouth is as dirty as eating poop again, I will kill you!" The NV man, nicknamed Hell Snake, said coldly.

Chekov laughed, not caring at all, and strode into the room with the hellsnake.

Entering the room, the hell snake took out a xiǎo instrument and pressed it lightly, the ground opened, and an elevator slowly rose.

Chekov then took the and followed the Hellsnake to the lobby of the underground base by elevator.

In the hall, a bald man had been waiting for a long time.

"Dear Kuka, I swear to God that I miss you as much as the waters of the Amazon River." Chekov walked forward with a laugh: "What about my Indian NV?" "Damn, Chekov, what about the last time you promised to provide me with the latest sniper rifle developed by the United States? Kuka said coldly: "You have deceived me three times!" "Oh" Didn't God that bitch tell you that the U.S. ** fire market has been very tight lately? Chekov didn't care about the bald man's anger at all: "Don't be in a hurry, dear Kuka, those weapons you want will be available in a month at most." Well, before that, I think it's better for you to give me that Indian office nvjiāo first. "Damn, I want to blow your head off!" Kuka said angrily: "Since you can't provide weapons now, why are you coming to the well?" ”

"Spread the word for someone." Chekov laughed.

"Passing the word?" The bald man was slightly stunned.

"Well, the butcher asked me to tell you that he needs you to do something for him." Chekov's tone became extremely serious when he got down to business.

Butcher?!

Stunned to hear these two words, the bald man's pupils suddenly dilated, his whole body became extremely stiff, and he subconsciously said, "He has returned to the underground world?" "Yes, Britain will be very lively these days. Chekov said with anticipation: "The underground world that has been silent for a long time should also boil."