Kyiv. On the banks of the Dnieper.

It was once one of the favorite places for people to visit, and the night view is full of the atmosphere of an industrial city.

It's just that then the economy was depressed and my stomach was about to starve to death, so I was still in the mood to see the scenery? The river is full of garbage, and with the ups and downs of the river, although it has declined a lot, it has to be said that this is still the center of Kiev.

"Fack! Damn, I didn't hit again. On the car parked by a notch, a white man in the co-pilot slammed the car door with his fist and threw out the "Fact" in his hand, his face flushed, "This lottery is a scam!" ”

The companion in the driver's seat glanced at him, "Your newspapers tell you to get to the bottom of it, Jack." ”

"It's not funny at all, Tom." Jack held his head, "I spent another $20." ”

“OMG！ Are you kidding? Oh my God, you're crazy, you're going to get yourself hooked up like that. The driver shouted.

"But what else do I have now? I can only go and get rich, you just need money now! Money, you give me money! I can do anything. ”

This is already a gambler's psychology, and it has even become pathological.

What is stress? Stress is no money! Poor, poor, especially rich where is the pressure?

The country under economic collapse is desperate, just like Zimbabwe you have to buy hundreds of millions of eggs, and it costs more than a billion to take a bus, in this case, let alone eat, although Ukraine has not yet reached this point, but most people jump off buildings and commit suicide?

Jack used this tone to express his dissatisfaction with society, "I really want to die!" ”

As soon as these words fell, a loud impact was heard, and there was a scream, which attracted the eyes of the two people, and a truck weighing several tons scattered its exhaust and "flew" towards a low altitude in the distance, not knowing what was happening in front of him, but a bloody stain on the ground was very long, and the stump and broken arm could be seen.

This scene is so tragic!

"Drive over and have a look." Jack pushed down Tom's arm and said that this kind of fun is common in any country, and it is not the only one in the mouth of some licking dogs.

The closer the car drove, the more ugly the faces of the two became, and finally they couldn't help but open the window and vomit.

The smell of blood was very pungent, and the rotten flesh on the ground... You can't tell where is where.

"Do you still want to die like this?" Tom vomited all the rohan soup.

"Shit, stop telling me to die, I'm going home to my mother."

…

Mistre sat behind the desk, holding his hands, staring at the landline in front of him, his current job is mainly responsible for answering the phone, he has been dozing off a little for a long time, but as soon as his eyelids blinked, the landline immediately rang, and he quickly picked it up as soon as he was excited, "Target No. 2?" OK！ ”

Holding a pencil in his right hand, he drew a circle on a photo, the photo was a girl, probably not very old, about 28.9 years old, wearing a pair of glasses, holding a book, looking full of intellectual charm, with a gentle smile on the corner of her mouth.

Such a woman who makes people look in love was hit and killed by a truck just now!

It's a pity.

Mister shook his head, paused, and made a prayer gesture on his chest, hoping that God would have mercy on this troubled girl and never be a CIA again in the next life.

It's also strange to say, although Mistre is a retired member of Delta, it should be said that he is also a person of Eagle Sauce, but he is not very sad about standing in front of the CIA at all, anyway, he is now a mercenary and is absolutely loyal? It doesn't exist, not to mention the loyalty to the so-called eagle sauce, it's just a story of a gangster who doesn't like to read and joins a gang, and then the whole world takes protection, this story is very inspirational, but he doesn't feel that he still owes the other party anything.

Mister knocked on Tang Dao's door, and an excited voice came from inside, "Please come in." ”

He pushed the door in, and saw Tang Dao boxing at the sandbag inside, wearing a pair of boxers, the abdominal muscles of the upper body were obvious, and the sense of violence that could not be hidden on the biceps of Hong, saw Mister walk in, closed up with a whip leg, picked up the towel on the sofa and wiped the sweat off his face, while saying, "Done?" ”

Jessica. Milliken is dead. ”

Tang Dao glanced at the other party's photo, and he looked pretty good.

"I've already said hello to Medvedchuk, and it's going to be a pretty ordinary hit-and-run." Throwing the towel on the table, putting on a black casual outfit back, standing by the window, twisting his waist, "The action continues, and, you urge the Ukrainian side, we will negotiate as soon as possible, I don't have so much time to waste here." ”

"Yes, boss."

Mist waited a few seconds before leaving without any other commands, the latter looking out through the window and being able to see that the commanding heights were also occupied by the Security Bureau, which had become more and more strict since the bombing.

But I seem to have lived the most hated life, is this a privilege?

But are you wrong? No, it's because I used to hate it!

Tang Dao closed the curtains, and the room, which had just been occupied by the sun, suddenly became dark.

…

There were many "accidents" in Kyiv in one day, including crashes and suicides!

The most outrageous thing is that a white man was found dead on the side of the road, the cause of death was a large amount of alcohol in his body, and the forensic doctor speculated that he died of alcohol poisoning, and it was close to this from the expression.

Anyone who understands knows that these dead identities are very special.

"It's a big deal, what the hell are you going to do? Kill them all? And what are you going to provoke the ICPO people for? ”

"Director, this is not a provocation, I didn't touch them."

"Are you an idiot for me?"

The violent quarrel in the office frightened the office staff into their footsteps.

Medvedchuk, dressed in military uniform, stood straight, his eyes stared directly at his boss's head, bare, and he couldn't even grow grass, in fact, this is the world's incurable disease, many rich people, no matter how rich they are, they have no hair.

The director stood up angrily and slapped the table, sticking his waist in.

"I did it with the CIA, I think we have to teach him a lesson, this is Ukraine, it's not them who have the final say, the explosion of the hotel in Kyiv made the world look at our jokes, we want revenge!" Medvedchuk is excited, and only he knows how much of this is true or false, but now the top brass yearns for the Western world, but they only care about the system, not that they like Americans.

Da Mao needs to be practiced, so they don't want Ermao?

This bombing is spreading rapidly in a viral way in the information age, and it is impossible to hide it.

Moreover, the Ukrainians are still very tough, and it can be seen from their later meeting with the big Mao soldiers that they are very good.

Sure enough, the director's face softened slightly when he heard this explanation, "What about the ICPO?" ”

"Perhaps, they really died unexpectedly."

Still this sentence, the oil and salt did not enter, the director directly stopped, sat down and rubbed his temples, waved his hand, and signaled that he could roll. Mr. Major General's face was raised and he hurriedly retracted, and he took his leave and prepared to leave, but as soon as his hand touched the handle, he heard the director speak behind him.

"Don't think everyone in this world is stupid, or you will be a fool yourself, I received news that it was a transnational criminal gang that murdered the ICPO, and when we found them, they resisted and were killed by us."

Medvedchuk was stunned for a moment, then stood up and saluted: "Yes, General!" ”

……