"Captain, we're in town, what are we going to do now?" Inov asked. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Bozhnego smiled, "What should I do?" Find a place to live, of course! ”

After speaking, he threw the bag to Sergey, then put his hands on the back of his head, whistled and walked forward, and suddenly, he turned around and said: "By the way, we are in the mission now, can we use funds?" ”

Sergei suddenly had a bad feeling and said, "It can be...... Are you trying to ......"

"Oops, oops, you can use it, then, taxi!"

Half an hour later, the Yelitchenko Six-Star Hotel was the only six-star hotel in the entire eastern part of the country that the Ilan Khanate had agreed to build after the end of World War III to satisfy the wealthy merchants who had come to visit the city.

"Presidential Suite, four sets." Bozhnego walked to the front desk and stretched out four fingers, Bozhnego had already planned before coming here, and had even searched for hotels in Novosibirsk that could be stayed, and Yelichenko Hotel was the first choice.

Sergei put his hand on his forehead and said: "It seems that this fund is about to bottom out again." ”

There are a total of six presidential suites in the six-star hotel in Yelichenko, because the city of Novosibirsk was occupied by the Ilamic Khanate after World War III, and the local economic situation can only be considered acceptable.

The waitress at the front desk heard that her eyes lit up when she heard that she wanted four sets of presidential suites, and her service attitude immediately soared to the best, and she said in a glutinous voice: "Please wait a moment, I will inform the general manager." "Asking for four presidential suites at once is far from what a lowest-level front desk waiter like her can receive.

Immediately made a phone call to the general manager, and after a while, a tall and plump mature woman in professional attire came down the stairs, nodded politely to Bozhnego, and said: "Hello, I am the general manager of the Yelichenko Hotel, you can call me Yelena." ”

"Yes, Miss Yelena." Sergei stepped forward politely and said.

"Then, guys, please come with me." Yelena dodged Sergei's hand around her waist without a trace.

Sergei touched his nose and followed, and they walked to the largest elevator in the hotel, which could accommodate up to fifty guests, and Bozhnego and his party walked up to the elevator.

Arriving at the top floor of the hotel, where the six presidential suites were located, Yelena took out four cards from the small bag she hung in her hand, swiped them on the four doors, and politely invited them into the room, Bozhnego looked at it, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "Not bad." ”

Sergei shook his head, took out a stack of checkbooks from the bag he was carrying on his back, signed a check with a high amount and handed it to Yelena, Yelena looked at the long list of zeros on it, and wanted to take the check, Sergei smiled and said: "If you can come to my room at night, I don't mind signing a bigger one for you." ”

Yelena took the check from Sergei like a butterfly in flowers, and without saying anything, she left the presidential suite, "Haha, failed, right?" You're talking so explicit that you're scared of people. ”

Sergei shrugged his shoulders and said, "It doesn't matter, the task is important. By the way, do you know who we're going to connect with? ”

"I don't know, I just said that as long as we go to Novosibirsk City, the people who connect with us will find us." Bozhnego said lightly.

"Oh? It seems that this connector of ours has a lot of energy. Sergey said.

"Who knows?" Bozhnego said nondeniably.

"Do you know what to call it?" "Duke."

Novosibirsk City, a luxurious villa area on the eastern outskirts of the city, "Lord Duke, the people have arrived. One of the servants said to a young-looking man sitting on the throne.

"Oh? So fast? I thought it would be a few days at night, where did they live? The young man asked, "It's in the presidential suite at the Yelitschko Hotel." "Hehe, it seems that the intelligence is not wrong, this Lieutenant Colonel Bozhnego seems to like luxury." As he spoke, he shook the red wine glass in his hand and looked at the wine in the glass.

This young man was none other than Bozhnego's connector, the current head of the Romanov family, an ancient Russian aristocratic family, Pyotr Alekseevich Romanov. That's right, exactly the same name as that Peter the Great.

"My lord, do you need me to go?" A middle-aged man who looked like a housekeeper asked. "Well, yes, let Iman pick them up, after all, it's the elite of my great motherland."

"Yes."

"Also, prepare supper, and prepare forty portions of salt and bread."

The butler was slightly surprised, then said nothing, and bowed to the young man and left the room.

When Bozhnego and Sergei were in the room discussing the next step, one of Sergei's team members came to knock on the door and said: "Captain, someone is looking for you." ”

"Someone looking for it?" Sergei was stunned for a moment, and then glanced at Bozhnego, it seems that the other party is really powerful, how long have they just arrived?

Sergei and Bozhnego walked out of the room and saw a butler-like figure, who had a good eye to see that Bozhnego was the one in charge (no way, who called Sergei's rank is only a major), very respectfully left hand on right chest, left hand on right chest, right hand on right chest, right hand off hat, leaning forward slightly and nodding at the same time.

"Hello, distinguished Mr. Bozhnego Sherias Norman. Bozhnego was surprised to know his full name, and at the same time there was a deep fear in his eyes.

The butler smiled and said, "You don't have to be afraid of my lord, he is also one of you. ”

"So, this ......," Bozhnego said.

"You can call me a butler." The butler-like figure said.

"Well, then, butler, shall we go and meet your master?" After saying that, he repeated the actions of the butler just now, although he did not wear a hat.

"Okay, my lord has prepared a rich dinner for you, please come with me."

"Huh? All? Sergey asked.

"Yes, all!" The butler still smiled.

"Okay, then our salute ......," Sergei hesitated, after all, they brought a lot of "contraband", and it would be a problem if they were seen by irrelevant people.

"There are cabinets in the presidential suite that lock valuables, and fingerprint locks can be set." The butler smiled. (To be continued.) )