St. Basil's Cathedral in Moscow, located between Red Square and the Moskva River, is a wall away from the Kremlin, a symbol of power.

Robert was wearing a white suit, with a piece of omega in his right hand, and he didn't know how to choose a red tie, which was particularly conspicuous, and walked into the church with a solemn face, nodded on his chest, crossed his hands and prayed to the cross, today happened to be Sunday, the Lord's day of mourning, and the church was full of people.

Maybe...

Half of them are waiting for a free lunch.

Robert walked straight to the back right, near the side door, on a bench, there was an old man in a black suit, with glasses, he lowered his head, holding the Bible, the glasses chain dangled in his ear, like a school professor, the corner of his mouth still had a little smile, it looked... It's mild.

Robert sat next to him very unceremoniously, took out a piece of chewing gum from his pocket, and just tore open the package, he saw the old man next to him turn his head and close it calmly, "Eating in the church is the greatest blasphemy against God." ”

"I don't believe in Jesus."

"Then why did you pray?" The old man asked rhetorically.

"I'm just praying for world peace."

Robert stared at the other party and said very firmly.

If this kind of joke is told in Somalia, others must think that he is crazy, and Nicholas's most proud right-hand man says here that he wants world peace? It's not April Fool's Day.

But who knew that the old man did not say a word, but nodded approvingly, and drew a cross on his chest, "God will hear our prayers, and He loves the world." After saying that, he turned his head, "Which country do you want to wash to?" United States? France? Germany? Or the Vatican? ”

This conversion came so quickly that Robert was a little stunned, and pointed to the pastor who was lecturing above, "Mr. Beasley, why don't you wait for him to finish?" ”

"Say big! Excuse me to make money. ”

Beasley made a gesture, "A billion rubles? We charge a 12% processing fee. ”

NMB!

12%, that's $3 million!

Robert really wanted to spit out Finland.

Beasley really has the capital to ask for it.

I heard that he is of Russian empress descent, but this is basically used to pretend to be X, Nicholas II's whole family was cut down in the basement, where did the descendants come from? Beasley's beginnings are also legendary, he made his fortune selling matches in bars and worked as a goofster boy for a while, but then he went into the underground casino business.

This kind of work, there is no one behind it, who will do it?

During a special period in the Soviet Union, Beasley was able to resist hard, and it became bigger and bigger, and he began to achieve transnational development, and if the exchange did not agree, he could apply for listing.

"Yes, divide it into four sums of money and help me wash it into these accounts separately." Robert has opened more than a dozen accounts overseas, including Switzerland, Sweden, France, etc., in order to be able to hold on to the list for a longer time in the future.

Beasley took the paper, looked at it, put it in his pocket, nodded, and answered.

Robert took off his sunglasses pinned to the mouth of his suit, put them on, stood up, and walked towards the outside of the church, diagonally opposite the church, an old-fashioned tiger head was parked, and there were several people sitting on it, smoking, and when he walked out, a flat-headed white man sitting in the passenger seat shouted, "Tolov, is it him?" ”

This Trot is the East Asian man in front of the hotel.

He poked his head over, pointed at Robert, and nodded, "Yes, it's him, Nabokov, and Kulich are the ones who beat him." ”

Nabokov stared at him with a pair of eagle eyes, took a deep puff of cigarette, his emaciated cheeks were bulging, and when Robert came over slowly, he smoked a cigarette, threw the cigarette butt to the ground, pushed open the door, held a Remington M870P shotgun, pulled the lower cover with his right hand, and pressed it hard, the bullet was loaded, and he shot at Robert.

It's too close!

The employees standing on one side simply didn't have time to react.

Robert also felt his scalp tingling, but maybe God didn't allow killing in front of the church, and this shot was missed? Hit the rear of a small car next to it, the trunk was smashed, and the frightened car sounded an alarm.

After reacting, Robert didn't dodge, his neck shrank, and the next second he calmly pulled out the pistol from his waist.

He's nicknamed Quickgun!

He is not a powerless literati, Nabokov missed the first shot, and if he wanted to make up for it, it was too late, Robert took out his gun and shot it! Coherent.

The bullet passed through Nabokov's neck and hit the frame of the car, and the employee, who also came back to his senses, took two guns in his left and right hands, and shot at the tiger's head, and another employee who was waiting in the car in the distance saw this, slammed the accelerator and came up, hit the tiger's head, opened the door, and hooked his hand to greet: "Get in the car!" ”

Robert and the others slipped in, and before they could close the door, they drove away from the other cars that were in the way.

1 minute!

The guards arrived, this place was too sensitive, when they arrived at the scene, in addition to Nabokov, who was beaten into a sieve, three corpses were also found on the tiger head run, but I don't know if Torov's life was good, a bullet pierced his thigh, but the small life was saved, and the gunshots outside had already startled the worshippers inside.

Beasley raised his eyebrows, didn't stand up, opened the Bible and looked carefully, and after a while, someone ran over and muttered two words in his ear, he frowned, "Those people are tomahawks?" ”

"I was in their car and found a pattern of a tomahawk." The subordinate answered truthfully.

"I'm suddenly curious about my customer..."Beasley said to himself with deep eyes, he was actually curious about that Vane. Who the hell is Rooney? And where did it come from? Where does a billion rubles come from? He didn't think about black eating black, most of the people who could find him were introduced by acquaintances, he was still a man of morality, the most important thing, the amount of funds flowing out of his hands every year was as high as 10 billion rubles, and he didn't need to give up his reputation and become the target of public criticism for this money.

"Boss, do you want to check them out?" The subordinate asked smartly.

"Why check them?"

Beasley asked rhetorically, closed the Bible, frowned, glanced at him, and said in a dissatisfied tone, "We're businessmen, not the paparazzi of the intelligence agencies, and I think you're talking too much nonsense." ”

The subordinate shook his head, hurriedly lowered his head, and stopped gnawing.

"Don't be so curious, in this world, the least valuable thing is curiosity, because he will kill you." Beasley stood up and patted his subordinate's neck, walked out with his Bible in his hand, and pulled out a pair of white gloves and put them on, hooking the corners of his mouth.

Anyway, if something like this happened, Tomahawk and the Soviet authorities would definitely investigate him.

Why do you have to be involved?

Beasley, the old fox, was more shrewd than anyone else.

…

"Don't go back to the hotel!"

Robert is also not stupid, he killed someone, and with the ability of the Soviets, he will find you in minutes, the question is only, do they want to find you.

Although this old bear is dying, he is still a bear, and he is also a bear when he dies.

"Do you have your passport?" He grabbed the seat with both hands and said, "Go directly to Ukraine." ”

In Kiev, he knows that the boss has allies, and Xiao Maozi has been jumping very recently and has begun to disagree with the boss god, and there is gossip that the two sides are already preparing to separate, so at this time, can you go by yourself for a while? It's better than being beaten into a sieve here.

"The hotel... There are also more than 100,000 dollars in cash. The employee who was driving hesitated.

was directly scolded back by Robert, "If you want to die here, just because I didn't say it, damn it." ”

Seeing that he was angry, the employee shrank his head.

Robert told them to hand over their weapons, stuffed them under their seats, parked the car in a small alley outside the airport, and as soon as they came out, they saw several homeless men squatting on the ground begging, he looked moved, walked over, and asked, "Which of you can drive?" ”

Several homeless men looked at it, and two of them raised their hands.

"Very good, do me a favor, the two hundred dollars are yours." Robert saw a pleasing looking one, walked over and took out two dollars from his inner pocket, put them in front of the other party, and shook the car key, "Drive the car inside, whatever you want, as long as you run out of gas, how about it?" ”

"Huh?"

The homeless man was a little surprised, this busy, it was too leisurely, he was a little at a loss, "Then how will I entertain you, sir?" ”

"Don't worry, when you park, someone will look for you, they are my friends, don't be afraid." Robert smiled, patted the homeless man on the shoulder without disgust, and after saying something troublesome, he walked to the airport with the two employees.

"Clintonf, this... Are these idiots? We can sell his car. A homeless man leaned over and shouted with a look of surprise, looking greedily at the car in the alley, which was sold to the second-hand car market and could be exchanged for a few meals.

But who knew that the homeless man who got the key shook his head and grabbed the key very nervously, "This is a favor given to me by that gentleman, I must help him finish it, we... Poor, but not a thief. ”

This sentence angered his companions.

They didn't care about anything, anyway, they knew that a few fools handed them the car, wasn't this just a gift to the door? They were very dissatisfied with Clinton's non-attendance, and several people went up to beat him, snatched the key from him, cheered and went to drive, they still had a little conscience, at least the two hundred dollars were not touched.

Clintonf, who sat on the ground and finally got up, looked at the car in the distance, scratched his hair in annoyance, and was very disappointed.

He... How do I explain to that gentleman?

Perhaps, this is what is meant to be, and keeping your promise may make you feel that society is rude to you, but in the same way, maybe it inadvertently saved your life, and everyone should retain a more or less good character.

For example, Tang Dao...

Never betray the desire for profit!

There aren't many people as direct as him.