As the head of the family with a noble family position, Watson was a man who was loyal to his family.

When the arms chief, Yuri Orlov, invited him, he swore that he had absolutely no dirty intentions.

It's just a business dealing.

Yuri Orlov hopes to be able to do the arms business to Watson, and the huge underground alliance consumes a lot of arms. Look at the book

But Watson rejected him, to be precise, the weapons that Orlov had brought from the army.

Those weapons are good, but unfortunately only on the battlefield.

AK47 is a sought-after item known as the king of guns, but it is not suitable for use in the city.

What Watson really needed was a more convenient weapon.

He needs body armor, not a jacket or vest, but one that fits well and even looks the same as an ordinary suit.

He needed a pistol that could hide at night and make a sound as small as a cat jumping out of a trash can.

Instead of arming yourself and holding a gleaming golden revolver with a loud bang that sounded like an explosion.

Hearing his request, Orlov also understood that the needs of the two were different.

However, he still hopes that Watson will give him a way to trade his arms through the hotel as a channel in various places.

In return, he offered to serve the hotel in firearms.

And it's not the battlefield kind.

The conditions were tempting, especially when Olof asked Watson if he needed to kiss his ring.

Watson didn't want his wedding ring to be stained with a man's saliva, so he readily agreed to this win-win condition.

During this time, Ollov suggested that they go and celebrate.

It was this sentence that put Watson in the hospital.

Strip clubs.

Although Watson has repeatedly stated that he is a righteous gentleman, Yuri Orloff has used the most vicious agitation methods.

"No, you shouldn't be afraid of your wife, right?"

Watson said that his cousin can bear this anger?

So he went.

Immediately afterward, he opened the door to a new world.

The strippers were on the move, and the men were crazy in the audience, waving all kinds of currency in their hands and making crazy and piercing screams.

Orlov slipped a few green bills into the dribbling cups, clapped his hands and laughed.

and called Watson to be happy together.

Watson refused in his heart, but the hot buttocks walked in front of him again and again.

Finally he couldn't take it anymore, and I wanted to stay quiet.

Can't you stay away from me?

I don't know which bastard bumped Watson.

It was this one that made him accidentally touch that shaking ass.

Immediately afterward, Watson didn't remember very well.

His memory was intermittent and dim, as if he saw his wife just push the door in.

A big-headed soldier who didn't open his eyes saw the beauty and blew it with that habitual hooligan whistle.

This is the end of the memories.

Watson opened his eyes in the hospital in Sokovia.

White ceilings.

With a neck brace around his neck, he struggled to look sideways to greet Ollov, who was also lying in the next hospital bed.

"I hope you're not urinating on the bed, Orloff," Watson said, "I'm just asking, because I seem to smell something."

"I don't think I did," Orlov quibbled with a cast on his left foot and a hospital gown, "maybe it's you."

Brothers and sisters live in one place.

Watson looked at the bedside table, where the brown bear was standing.

"Hey, Bear, Ariana is here too?"

The bear didn't speak, just tilted his head.

"I think your head might need to be examined, too." Orlov accidentally touched the wound and let out a gasp, "I'm not going to let that guy go."

"Calm down, do you want us dead?" Watson looked out the window.

Blue sky.

On the road in front of the hospital, there were tanks slowly driving by.

Bullets and bombs, the battle was extremely fierce.

The corridors of the hospital were filled with sick people, soldiers with broken hands and feet, and civilians affected.

"And you didn't tell me there was going to be a coup d'état here."

Watson was a little numb.

I was fine when I came, but I can't go back now.

Orlov couldn't even speak, "If it weren't for the warlord's son you beat up in the strip club, this coup wouldn't have started."

He never expected that Watson would smash the wine bottle on the guy because someone else blew a hooligan whistle.

After that, it led to a series of chaos, and in the end, it even evolved into an early coup d'état, causing internal strife and external troubles.

In this small country in Eastern Europe, both of them have been lying in the hospital for a month.

"Is there one? Did I do it?"

Watson looked skeptical, "Why don't I remember at all?"

Olof yelled angrily, "How else do you think our wounds came from?"

"Ugh...... I thought it was my wife's beating." Watson is honest.

Hell, Orloff said, "Do you think your wife is Superman?"

"It's pretty much the same." Watson shrugged and was very honest.

The door opened, and Watson saw his wife, Mrs. Wick, come in with a straight face.

Ariana ran out from behind Mrs. Wick, and she came to the bear and asked seriously, "Little bear, have you protected your father?"

The brown bear nodded vigorously and raised his furry arms to show that he was strong.

Ariana smiled, hugged the bear and said to Watson, "Are you all right, Daddy?"

Watson rubbed Ariana's head and smiled, "It's about three to five days."

He asked Ariana to come in and whispered in his daughter's ear, "I'm mainly with Orlov, he's too fragile, it's better not to tell him, he's very face-saving."

After that, Watson still looked disgusted.

Ariana blinked and nodded vigorously to show that she was clear.

Mrs. Wick put down what she had bought and said with a blank face, "This is the fruit."

Watson swallowed hard.

If it weren't for Watson's fight with the warlord's son at the strip club, he would not be lying in Sokovia now, but in a hospital in England.

Because of the war, the family was forced to stay here.

Watson flatteringly peeled the apple for Mrs. Wick, and spoke to Ariana as he peeled it back, "How are you doing with the little Maximov girl next door?"

Next door to the ward, there is also a family.

Their male owner had his leg cut by a lawnmower and lived next door.

There are twin siblings in the family who often visit him.

Ariana loved being with that little girl.

"They're discharged." Arianna thought for a moment and said, "There's no money."

Watson smiled and flattered Mrs. Wick as he gave the peeled apple, saying, "I didn't expect that."

Ariana doesn't have much of an idea of this, she never takes money from her family.

"Will you be sad?" When Watson saw his wife accept the apple, he understood that Mrs. Wick was not so angry, and cared about his daughter, "Their departure."

"No," said Ariana, holding the bear in her arms and shaking it with one hand, "I'll give her the bear you gave me, and the bear will help me protect her."

Listening to his daughter's innocent thoughts, Watson smiled.

Wrong!

Got my gift out?

All right

At least one more.

Unbeknownst to Watson, both of his bears were given away as gifts by their daughters.

In Ariana's arms, the harmless brown bear with round black eyes seemed to have a different meaning.

...

Maksimov's house.

Mr. Maksimov could see that his daughter was in a good mood.

The yellow bear was held by the little girl of the Maximov family, and the brother next to him also wanted to touch it, but was glared away by the little girl.

Holding the bear and running to the room, the little girl put the quilt on her head, nodded the bear's nose, and asked, "Little bear, I will meet Sister Ariana again, right?"

"It's just a doll," the boy said with a taste, "so he can't speak!"

The little girl lifted the quilt and bared her teeth at her brother.

She didn't see the yellow bear, moving its furry hand and nodding slowly.

In this unquiet Sokovia.

The Maximovs had a brief period of happiness.

Although their family is not that wealthy, the family is neat and tidy, and that is enough.

This calm is the most precious treasure in Sokovia, which is full of artillery fire.

...

Finally regained his body.

Watson was ready to be discharged.

Before leaving, he heard Orlov on the phone.

"What? Arms?" Orlov had been holding back his anger for a month, but when he heard this, he instantly smiled, "Of course you can, anything."

"I'm ...... and Si ...... Industry can do it."

"As long as it's the right price."

After the call, Orloff walked up to Watson with a smile on his face.

"It's a business, and some local guys want to buy arms."

Watson silently glanced at the dilapidated streets around him.

Orloff shrugged his shoulders and said, "Business, isn't that what it is?"

Watson was silent for a moment, his eyes serious and not playful.

"My daughter's friend is here, Yuri."

Ollov's smile faded away, and he wondered, "Are you serious?"

"I don't want my daughter to write to me in the future and get no reply," Watson didn't joke, his eyes were ruthless, "Bullets can't kill men, but daughters' tears can easily make a man's life worse than death."

"I hope that my daughter will be able to keep up the correspondence with her friends."

The harshness in his words made Ollov no longer smile.

He sighed heavily, "Well, that's a lot of money, and dating me has made me less credible."

Despite that, he picked up the phone and pressed the call back button.

Watson saw Ariana say goodbye to a girl holding a yellow bear, and he said, "You'll get more."

This trip is over.

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