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Boris, who was sitting across from him, seemed to notice this chill from Vladimir, and he couldn't help but smile and said, "Young master, did you see something that made you feel creepy?" ”

Vladimir did not deny it: "That's right, I saw that Labosai was actually a murderer." Did you deal with him, Boris? ”

Boris had dealings with Rabose, and he had also witnessed the brutality of Rabosai's soldiers, and it is conceivable that his soldiers were called "devils", and he was naturally the king of ghosts.

"I've dealt with it, but I don't think it's as exaggerated as the information suggests, but it's true that it gives people a cold feeling." Boris smiled indifferently, and the expression on his face was very relaxed.

The information was collected by Andre, but he had never been to the Philippines once, and more information was provided by the Internet or people around the big boss, and he remembered that at least several people had told him about the brutality of Labosa, and these guys would not lie.

Vladimir listened to Boris's words, and he was about to express doubts about these materials, but when he glanced at Andrei with his spare eyes, he temporarily dispelled his doubts.

Boris is also a person with a certain amount of power, naturally, even if Rabosai is a demon king who kills people without blinking, he will not do it in front of Boris; But Boris's bodyguards, these little minions, are very likely to have witnessed these brutal processes.

However, this trip to the Philippines, it seems that they still have to be wary of Labosa, if it is really what the information says, then they still have to be careful.

"Young master, our task this time is not light." After Boris saw Andrei take the information, he began to try to talk to Vladimir.

Vladimir took a sip of his coffee, "What did my father explain to you?" Boris. ”

"Actually, the boss is still worried that you are young and vigorous and impulsive, so he asked me to remind you as much as possible."

Listening to Boris's words, Vladimir felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, why his father cultivated himself as the future heir of the family, but often at the critical moment, he had some scruples.

"I prefer to be hot-blooded and impulsive, you can remind me more when the time comes, haha......" After saying this, Vladimir looked at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window.

When Boris saw that he didn't seem to want to continue talking, he had to give up.

Nial was a country that did not set on the same longitude line, so there was not much time difference between the two countries, and after five hours in the air, the Bombardier plane landed at an airfield controlled by the anti-Zheng forces.

As the plane slowly taxied, Vladimir couldn't help but look out the window, only to see several old planes parked on the tarmac not far away, Migo series fighters and Antnov's small transport plane.

There were also several armored vehicles and anti-aircraft guns next to the tarmac, apparently to defend the airfield from attack.

Such equipment is undoubtedly shabby and backward, but it is already a good equipment in the Philippine region.

Although Boris is in charge of this negotiation, he Vladimir is the future heir of the Ivan family after all, so Boris did not dare to underestimate it, and took the initiative to give up the C position when he was about to go out of the hatch.

As soon as they got off the plane, a group of dark-skinned soldiers wearing various camouflage colors, but with green berets on their heads, were lined up, seemingly welcoming them.

At the head was a pot-bellied fellow, unlike the other black soldiers, he was wearing a regular green military uniform, a pair of sunglasses, and a full style, and he looked like General Rabosai.

Behind the pot-bellied guy stood a young man in casual clothes, who looked like his son.

However, Boris reminded in a low voice: "Young master, that is General Bemra, the younger brother of General Labosa, and behind him is Brigadier General Jabom, the fifth son of Labosa. ”

Seeing the guests descend the elevator, Bemla walked towards them with heavy steps like a hunky elephant.

After a simple greeting, who expected that Bemla waved his hand, causing his subordinates to carry several large boxes of arms.

Vladimir was a little confused by this commotion.

"It's etiquette, it's trust, and it's the best way to save our lives when we're in danger." Boris told him again.

In an instant, he understood that these arms were prepared for the bodyguards they brought.

The bodyguards also unceremoniously loaded the large boxes of arms into the car.

"Take a break, or?" Bemla looked at Vladimir, who was full of immaturity, and couldn't help but ask.

"We've already rested, if it's convenient for the general, we can talk about it first."

Bemra smiled and made a gesture of please, and the convoy drove straight to Labosa's palace.

The country of Nial is poor, but the warlords are not poor at all, especially the villa of Rabosai, which is built like a special palace, if it weren't for the fact that this ghost place is more remote, Vladimir feels that this guy will definitely build his villa like the center of the heads of those superpowers.

As soon as the motorcade arrived at the gate of the palace, Vladimir heard the roar of cars from far and near.

As a rich second generation who owns a lot of luxury cars, Vladimir can be said to be quite familiar with the world's most famous luxury cars, listening to the roar of this very explosive sound, he concluded that this car should be Aston Martin.

Sure enough, a green Aston Martin sports car soon stopped at the palace gate.

Soon, a bald man in his twenties, tall, dark-skinned, with a large gold necklace around his neck, who looked younger than Jabom, stepped out of the cab.

"Bemra, the guests are coming?" The guy looked at Vladimir with a look of disdain.

"Here it is, General Russell. Vladimir, to introduce you, my brother's son, General Russell, the successor of the future president. Even though Bemra was a general, he was quite respectful in front of his nephew, and it could be seen that he was still a little jealous of his nephew.

Compared to Bemra's bland and indifferent attitude towards Jabom, it is clear that he has shown considerable respect for Russell.

Russell glanced at Vladimir and snorted, "The president has something to do today, and I am here today as a plenipotentiary to meet with our supporters." ”

Russell was a cunning fellow, even more cunning than his father Labosa, who had previously been called a "partner" in his dealings with Maxim and other collaborators, but now in Russell's mouth, he had become a "supporter".

The change in title also directly reflects the change in status.

Vladimir naturally saw through Rosell's careful thoughts, "Russell, I hope our cooperation can be successful this time." ”

Russell smiled slightly, the scar on his face distorted his facial features, and with his rough and full image, the whole person looked like a monster.

The smile on Russell's face was short-lived, and when his smile disappeared, he instantly showed a fierce look, and at the same time, he quickly pulled out his pistol and aimed it directly at Vladimir's head, "Hey, man, what did you just say?" ”