Moscow, Begel estate.

Beasley lay on a French woolen blanket, petting an orange cat, the latter's bloated figure, squinting in great enjoyment, and rubbing the palm of the former's hand with that face.

"How's that money?" Beasley asked softly with his eyes closed.

In front of him stood a middle-aged man of about forty or fifty years old, his hair combed and shiny, standing with his hands tied, hearing the boss's inquiry, he just lowered his head, "All the money in Tbilisi, Moscow, Yerevan has been laundered, but... In Kyiv, the serpent is still stuck. ”

Beasley paused, perhaps because the little kitten was dissatisfied, and the latter called out, "Have you been contacted by phone?" ”

"I contacted, but he didn't pick it up, and the other party said that the big snake was not there." The middle-aged man looked at the boss with his eyes as he spoke, his heart was bright, and he also understood what kind of person the boss was, and the big snake's behavior had violated the bottom line.

"He's been dishonest lately, does he think I'm getting old? Still think... I'm going to die? Beasley suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes shining, and the corners of his mouth sneered, "He wants to do it himself?" After saying this, his voice suddenly raised again, "What is he going to do?" ”

The sound was so loud that the cat trembled and looked at its owner, but who knew that Beasley also looked at it, with a hideous face, grabbed the orange cat, and threw it towards the pond behind it, which was very sudden, so frightened that the cat was full of hair and fluttered in mid-air, but it was not a bird after all, and it couldn't fly.

Burst...

A crocodile jumps up from the pond, opens its mouth and bites the cat and drags it into the water!

In a few moments, blood was pouring across the water.

Beasley is dissatisfied with the Great Snake and slaughters him!

But this old man is not a good breed, now the Soviet Union is at a critical moment, he can't move too much, the people behind him have warned him, when he is low-key, he will be low-key, if he can't do it, then who to find?

Beasley squinted, and suddenly, the corners of his mouth lifted, this smile was not elegant.

"Help me talk to Vane. Mr. Rooney made a phone call and said that it was my mistake to ask him to find the big snake, and I was willing to reduce the fee by two more tiers. ”

This old guy is planning to borrow a knife to kill someone!

Although he didn't know what the origin of Vane and Rooney was, let him touch the big snake to see who was powerful.

"Yes, boss." The middle-aged man bowed his head slightly to show obedience, and after following Beasley for more than 20 years, he knew who the other party was.

Lack of affection!

He is ruthless to his enemies, and he is also ruthless to his own people, and there are no less than 100 subordinates who die in his hands, and his methods are not ruthless, and his position is unstable.

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Ukraine. Kiev.

Robert was walking on the road wrapped in his coat, and the cold Siberian wind blew here, and it snowed heavily for two days, and the snow could drown the calves, and if it was the deepest, it could even bury the dead!

The two employees followed behind him, their faces also flushed, and there was a mist coming out of their mouths, and there were not many people on the street, so they looked quite unusual.

That's just a short way to go, though.

Stopped at the door of a bar with a pirate skull flag, patted the snow off his body, and pushed the door open and entered.

It's obviously heated here, it's a luxury!

In broad daylight, there were not many people here, only a bartender was wiping the counter, and when he heard the sound of the door opening, he raised his head in surprise, "Sorry sir, it's not open today." ”

"Is the serpent there?" Robert took off the hat from his head, shook it a few times, and a small snowball fell from the brim of the hat and fell to the ground, breaking in half.

Hearing this inquiry, the bartender didn't make a sound, but just put his hand under the table.

"I advise you not to do it..."

Robert said faintly, raising his eyes, "You can't shoot as fast as me!" I have an appointment with him. ”

The bartender took a deep breath, and the fingers holding the gun slowly loosened.

He doesn't care if what the other person says is right or wrong, because... The two bodyguards on the other side had already pulled out their guns and pointed them at him.

The business is the boss's, and the life is your own!

"The boss is inside." The bartender pointed behind him and said, as soon as his words fell, the curtain behind him was lifted, and a big man close to two meters came out of it, his head was almost up to the door, his face was fierce, the muscles were blown up, this fist was really as big as a sandbag, he came out, saw this scene, was stunned, and said in a muffled voice, "Who are you?" ”

This guy...

Growing tall, is it possible that the IQ is low?

Don't you see people with guns in their hands? The bartender broke out in a cold sweat, and stretched out his finger in cringe, "These gentlemen are looking for the boss." ”

Only then did the big man look over and look Robert up and down.

"You're Vane. Rooney? ”

"Yes!"

Dahan nodded, "Come with me, the boss wants to see you, but you'd better put your guns away, otherwise, I'm afraid I'll blow your head off later." He raised his fist viciously as he spoke, flexing his muscles.

can be determined.

What a fool!

Do you fight with your fist with a gun?

After the invention of the Maxim machine gun, the nomads learned to be good at singing and dancing, you big guy, one bullet is enough, if it doesn't work, two bullets,

Of course, this is from the heart, and the face still has to show another one.

Robert stretched out his hand and motioned for the employee to put the gun away, and then, placing his hat on the table, "Then please lead the way." ”

The big man thought that the other party was cowardly, snorted twice, turned around and walked in front.

This bar is very deep, at least there is a corridor of thirty or forty meters behind it, a little dark, only the footsteps of a few people resounded, and when he walked to the innermost, the big man knocked on the door, "BOSS, the guests have brought." ”

"Come in."

The voice inside was lazy, sounding as if it was... Kidney deficiency?

Robert frowned, followed the big man in, and saw that it was very messy!

A bald head was lying on the couch, shirtless, with tattoos all over it, and three or four women were sitting on the left and right, laughing at each other, and the table in front of him was in shambles, and even Robert saw the syringe.

"You're the Americans?" The snake raised his right eye slightly, tilted his head, and bit the fruit (if it had been, it would not have been a fruit) from the hand of the woman next to him.

"Mr. Beasley said let me come to you."

Robert was too lazy to say and get straight to the point.

This big snake is actually Beasley's subordinate in Kyiv, and he is mainly responsible for money laundering in Ukraine, most of the money is laundered, but the part handed over to the big snake is still stuck by him, about 200 million rubles.

When Beasley called him, he was ashamed and said that he couldn't contact the big snake.

Falk Squid!

Robert wasn't an idiot, he knew it was just an excuse.

But what can he do?

The other party is shameless, does he still go to Moscow to find the other party's theory?

Don't be funny, you can't see all the money, it's destined to be unclean, others don't eat black, and they are already very professional.

"Beasley?" Orochi smiled and picked up half of the cigarette on the table and smoked, "I know what you want, but what do I get?" ”

"I've already paid the fee." Robert frowned.

"You give that, not me, I want it, 50%!" The serpent is insatiable.

Robert stared at each other, just staring at each other, and the big snake was not to be outdone.

"Sir, I don't like to joke very much, and, moreover, I hate it."

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