109, the story in the Volks' USB flash drive

Volks' is indeed something.

But his destination is not New York, but Toronto, Canada.

His Boeing 777 landed at Pearson Airport, and it was already 11 o'clock in the evening. In the exclusive passage of the private jet, the staff who were still waiting for him stood solemnly and politely in two rows and watched him walk down the gangway, behind him, followed by Adam, who helped him manage the pharmaceutical company, and a black man, who looked very different from Nixon, but his demeanor was the same elegant and polite, but when he stared at people, his black and white eyes made people panic.

The group of four sat in a Cadillac full-size SUV, and several staff members hurriedly left the airport in another sedan, and on the way, Mr. Adam would get out of the car first, and he was completely indescribable to the mysterious boss.

Mr. Volks's praise for the young man's ability to do his job, but he still felt that his business could only be managed in fragments, and no one could meddle in the core. So, he took only the black bodyguards and rushed to the Mandarin Oriental Hotel next to Central Park.

Half an hour later, Vaux sat on the balcony of the Royal Suite at the Mandarin Oriental Hotel in Toronto, and Kovalenko, who invited him, leaned on the balcony and looked down at Central Park below. Kovalenko arrived alone, bringing only his personal assistant Makarov, his secretary and lover Mina, a nutritionist, and two Israeli bodyguards he took with him wherever he went.

As far as Kovalenko's identity is concerned, such a battle is basically equivalent to "being alone".

Of course, Kovalenko used to be surrounded by a large crowd of people wherever he went, and the bodyguards in the open and in the dark could fill a bus, but that was many years ago, when he was still working in a certain agency, with a high level and many people who wanted his life.

On the contrary, after retiring, he used only a small means to make friends with those who originally wanted to kill him, and Kovalenko returned to Russia and lived a peaceful life in Nizhny Kavgorod, because traveling would make his fat body tired and mentally ill.

If it weren't for the fact that the children in the Volks' family owed him a huge amount of money and didn't pay it back, this time would have been the time for him to lie on the sofa at home and drain a large glass of vodka and drink a glass of his favorite cocktail, and the secretary Mina should lie on the luxurious bed in her manor and wash herself and wait for herself.

He knew that his persistent phone calls had forced Vaux to fly over from Medellín to meet him, and most importantly, Vox knew his means very well. This mysterious Vaux has never liked to deal with his peers, but this time he has to be obedient, otherwise, he should really give him a little hint, and cracking down on a person who owes debts is also a matter of course in the eyes of his peers all over the world.

Kovalenko looked down at the pedestrians who were still weaving on the overpass in the early hours of the morning, waiting for the Vaux behind him to break the silence. The two of them sat with each other without saying a word after hugging each other for the first time.

Fortunately, it didn't take long, and Kovalenko didn't like the uncomfortable silence, he just liked to be in control.

"It's great that you're here, Vaux. Mr. Turan, I think you know what I'm looking for you for. Kovalenko turned, his voice loud and powerful, matching his sheer size.

Vaux nodded calmly, his pale blue eyes stared directly at the big man in front of him, still didn't say a word, he didn't even have the idea of basic socializing in his heart, and was even a little indifferent - he was very interested in his nephew Will. Turan knew nothing about the Russian deal in front of him, and now he was said to have to pay another sum of money to close it himself. Vaux wondered, could this Russian's self-confidence come from his mysterious experience? Think you'll be able to get another deal out of yourself?

"I didn't expect us to meet in this way, it's really not a very suitable place, but it's a good place for the two of us to have a private conversation." The hulking Russian staggered like a white bear to the couch next to the Vaux and sat down. "Although it's likely that someone is spying on you, am I right? Mr. Vaux. ”

Vaux's body moved slightly, facing the Russian, and his eyes looked directly at the white bear in front of him very impolitely, "Kovalenko, no one is spying on me, they are spying on you, and what they care about is you, an old guy who retired from Russia." However, even if you once had a little power, the people who watched on you would not be afraid of you, and your pretense was a bit naïve, really. “

Kovalenko smiled and took a sip of his cocktail on the glass coffee table, if he had been outraged by Vaux's humiliation, but he didn't show it.

Volks' heart nodded, this stupid and stupid-looking fat man could endure it as the legend, "Say, what can I help you?" I flew all the way here to respect your help to our industry back then. ”

"I feel like we need to address some of the legacies of the past." The broad faces of Russians are piled up with sincere and hearty smiles.

Volks' shrugged, expressionless, "What legacy can we have?" You probably thought wrong, you found my personal contact information through special means and contacted me countless times, is it just for such a boring sentence? You're not that old, are you? ”

"Haha, we Russians don't think so, half of the food that the bear snatched back will always be given to his parents, isn't it different in Colombia?" Kovalenko finished his glass of wine, and then looked around for a new one, "Could it be that your education for your precious nephew is how to eat alone?" ”

Vaux pushed the glass of wine in front of him, "Young children are always tempted by some rhetoric. ”

"Young kids know how to spend money on my baby? And then go and make the land of the Chinese plantation into coke? Volks, Volks, you make me think it's better to be famous than to meet. In my heart, I always thought that to be able to choose this position, it should be more than just the accumulation of negative words - such as fierce and cunning, there should be some positive vocabulary to describe you. At the very least, your child took something from me and gave me only half of the money, so you should be responsible for the rest, right? Kovalenko blinked, pushing the glass back again.

Vaux nodded hypocritically, looking pensive, and only replied after a while, "It's just a plantation, it's not worth killing a child, and I need to help him finish it." ”

"Just a plantation? Oh, Mr. Turan, you are so modest, it seems that you are going to guard that place in the future? My Mr. Turan, then remember to tell me. Kovalenko laughed, his fat face wrinkled, but there was no hint of a smile in his eyes that had been squeezed into a line.

Vaux didn't blush, "I assume that my nephew bought what you said from you, the problem is, I didn't know about this from beginning to end, my precious nephew has died in the hands of someone else, then your thing has become someone else's, you say, I should pay for this?" ”

He paused, and his tone added a bit of cruelty, "Valenko, do you think that my status is because of my generosity?" ”

"Hahahaha." Kovalenko's fat body trembled with laughter, "There is no proof of death, right, there is no proof of death, so we Mr. Volks, I think I am blackmailing you, your dead nephew gave me 50 million dollars, before this, you didn't think about the whereabouts of this 50 million dollars?" ”

"Or is it that your nephew can move money at will, and then you let it go? Vaux, you're such a good uncle. Kovalenko sneered repeatedly.

Volkswagen waved his hand, "That's the difference between sesame seeds and watermelon, this proverb comes from the far east, you know?" Valenko. Oh yes, that hell place isn't that far from you, I forgot where you came from. ”

Kovalenko still sneered and did not speak.

Vaux waited for a moment and sighed, "Tell me, how did you trade?" ”

"Oh, he just needs to buy my stake in my company." Kovalenko's tone loosened, and he no longer had the cannibalistic expression.

Vaux was about to speak, but Kovalenko raised his hand to stop, "What you lost, you have to get it back yourself, Vaux, you need to pay my other half." If you still need my goods, then, I'll consider giving you a discount, understand? ”

Vaux nodded, "You're right, I don't need your help to retrieve what my nephew lost, Valenko, but since you need me to pay you a sum of money, of course you'll have to do something for me, oh we can put it another way, we're businessmen, you can take the rest of the money but you have to give me some collateral value, how about that?" Otherwise, it would not be good if there would be some estrangement between you and me. ”

"Tell me, what added value can I give you?" The Russian had his trademark smile, but Vaux was still looking at the old baddies, the sinister and ruthless opportunists.

"Wait, I need a drink." Kovalenko raised his hand to stop Vaux again, calling out to his lover, "Mina, dear, I need a glass of vodka." ”

After Mina, who had brought the wine, twisted her hips and left, Kovalenko took a sip of the wine, opened her mouth and smiled at Vaux, "Come, dear Mr. Vaux, you can now say what added value you need." ”

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