51, Volks's pawns

A Boeing 777 took off from Medellín Airport and flew across South America to New York, USA, thousands of miles away from Mo Lei's bitter battle. Volks' oval-shaped window looked out at the starry sky. The loud roar of the Rolls-Royce 800 engine has been diminished by the soundproofed cabin, leaving only a muffled trill. He spent $200 million on the largest turbofan-engined plane, which was certainly worth the money, and the plane only needed to be refueled once to fly half the world, and if he was in a hurry, then his pilot and co-pilot would be able to speed up at any time, after all, these two pilots had a wealth of experience in piloting and were recruited from a certain army with a high salary.

The airliner was Vaux's way of proving himself, as well as his mansions around the world, proving his success.

The interior of the plane was converted into a home-office complex, with a small meeting room for 20 people, a luxurious master suite with warm oak floors, a lime bathroom with a shower and sauna, and a huge bathtub that could seat three people at the same time. Next door to the suite is his temporary office, with classical office furniture fixed to the floor and bookshelves secured with special brackets to prevent books from falling to the ground. The office is equipped with state-of-the-art equipment: printers, computers, scanners, cameras, and other tools needed to access information.

In addition, there is a lounge on board, with an oven and a stove in the private kitchen, which Volks insists on in order to be able to eat his favorite food on a long flight. Vaux's guests once joked that if Air Force One were compared to Vaux's planes, Air Force One would be a slum.

Vaux replied with a smile, "The big names in Russia even have freshwater swimming pools inside their Typhoon-class nuclear submarines, and the next time I buy a plane, I'm going to buy a bigger one with a pool in it so we can swim in the air." ”

At this moment, sitting opposite him were two gentle-looking men, whose well-fitting suits looked like they were made by famous artists. One of them, a man a few years older than last year, had slightly curly black hair and tanned skin, and the other wore a pair of glasses and fair skin under his blonde hair, like a thin student. He was rambling about his recent work with Vaux, his thin lips twitching rapidly, a series of numbers and percentages coming out of his mouth, and the older dark-haired man was holding a piece of paper and scribbling it down on an iron plate. The mercenary captain 'Tomahawk' Gordon leaned against the couch in the hallway and fell asleep.

"According to our calculations, we must use some means to sanction him this time, if we allow him to develop, first, it will bring trouble to all the businesses of the Volks, and cause great damage to our channels; second, it will make some small companies think that there is an opportunity to create chaos; third, it has raised the supply price of raw material suppliers; Fourth, and most importantly, he will make regulators in various countries more vigilant about our products, which is a very fatal ......." After the young man finished talking about all the data, he summarized a few points for Vaux.

Of course, there are some things he doesn't know, that is, the competitor company he said will also attack Vaux's other businesses, such as cutting off logistics, and the joint militants suppressing Vaux's planting base, etc. But these things Vaux will not let the two people in front of him understand, this young man is the CEO of his pharmaceutical company, and everything he runs is something that can be seen.

"Adam, I see." Vaux replied simply, in fact, he doesn't like people who talk at length, but this young man has a lot of things that other subordinates lack, Vokes has always believed that his greatest success comes from his strong tolerance, those who die at his own hands are just because they are constantly challenging their own bottom line, he is proud of these advantages of himself, and often uses this to teach his cronies.

The young man named Adam seemed a little dissatisfied with Vaux's answer, and still stared directly at the boss's face, he hoped that the boss would have some clear instructions, but the boss always let them think for themselves, which would always waste time in communication.

"Okay, Adam, I'm very important to the industry and very optimistic about the future prospects of our company, and we will find a way to get rid of this demon." Vaux liked this young man who was super capable and didn't like gossip, so he looked back from the window, reached out, and patted the back of Adam's hand.

He couldn't remember who told him that physical contact was good for trust and recognition, and that Volks' was making the most of it.

His arrangements had already begun, but Adam would not have known about it.

For example, in New York, which is an hour ahead of Medellin's time zone, and about two hours from New York, the town of New Paltz near Mohonc Hills, about two hours from New York, today has an elegant and noble black tourist. This is a famous historical landmark in the United States, the beautiful castle faces a large lake, and a large number of tourists flock to it every year, so this elegant black man did not attract anyone's attention, and his name registered in the hotel made the waiter laugh for a while, after all, the guest named Richard Nixon is still a little interesting, especially a black man.

Nixon was one of Vaux's pawns for generals, and he would settle the troublesome discussion between Adam and Vaux on the plane tonight, and then disappear into the crowd again, waiting for the next call from Vaux.

At this moment, Nixon was sitting quietly in a hotel on the street of New Paltz, with the television on but the volume turned to minimum. Nixon was thinking, he knew that Volks's nephew Turan was killed by a Chinese, but Volks didn't ask him to deal with it, which was a good thing, and he felt that the older he got, the less he liked the job, the less he wanted to kill, and probably the age when he needed to retire.

However, if Vaux asks himself to deal with that Chinese again, he will definitely take over the job, after all, Smith is one of his favorite white people, and there is still a lot of money to be paid for helping him avenge, it is nothing more than another trip for himself.

After all, there is nothing special about the profession of killer, when you kill more people, you will be numb, purely to complete a job.

However, Nixon could never understand the kind of person who took killing people for fun, the kind of person that Nixon would find out and get rid of when he knew about it, because this kind of work could not be called a human being, and it tarnished this kind of work.

You can work for pay, you can't kill people because you like to. That was Nixon's purpose.

He would probably do it around the wee hours of the morning, and by that time, Vaux was almost there.

Then, when Adam goes to work tomorrow, he'll see a big section of the New York Times news that the opponent who had been giving him a headache died of a heart attack.