Old Pushkin threw the information on the table, his eyes full of teasing, as if he was watching the fun.

Anyway, the fire can't burn his head.

"Hey, sir!" Medvedchuk may have been too impatient. He had forgotten the most basic courtesy. At least the other party was a lieutenant general, one level higher than him in military rank. He wanted to stand and shout

Sir, and this title of "Sir" would have been labeled a "Westernist" during Stalin's reign.

He stared straight at old Pushkin, opened his mouth firmly, exposed the yellow molars inside, and raised his voice in an exaggerated way, "You have to help me, we are grasshoppers on a rope, if I

If you fail, you won’t get much benefit, and I’m very familiar with that Asian, which will affect the subsequent transaction.”

Medvedchuk knows what's most important right now, Nicholas!

The Ukrainian "trafficking group" likes the banknotes in his pocket too much. The corrupted new capitalist roaders are stronger than the old diehard forces. To a certain extent, this Asian is God.

Sure enough, the old Pushkin's face froze when he heard this, and he spread his right hand in annoyance, "I think a successful businessman only cares about profit and never cares about who he trades with. Even if you know each other, but...what does it matter?"

For us and him, you just act as a lubricant, but you are not the key point. You have to remember your position."

This almost made Medvedchuk faint from anger. He smashed his fists on the table with both hands. His eyebrows were horizontal and his face was red. He looked a bit frustrated. He gritted his teeth and said, "If you don't

If you agree, I will send your son to a military court! He and Victor sold military drawings, including the "Backfire" drawing-22m. Although it is only a small summary, it is enough to keep him in there for a long time.

How do you think the court will try him? After all, his father is the principal of the Kiev Junior Military Academy."

Damn...heartless!

Old Pushkin stared wide-eyed. He also couldn't believe it. His son actually stole the picture -22m? That's not all. Seeing the other party's madness, did he plan to send Victor in?

Are they planning to die together?

He shuddered a little, he was meeting a madman.

The Tu-22m is the first supersonic bomber in the Soviet era. It is a strategic weapon.

It is one of the core components of the Soviet strategic bombing and anti-ship warfare. Due to the performance of the Tu-22m bomber, combined with the Soviet Union's maritime target reconnaissance, electronic warfare capabilities and naval ships, it further strengthened the Soviet Union's attack on U.S. aircraft carriers with a large number of anti-ship missiles

Battle group tactics.

The US military's aim-54 Phoenix missile, F-14 Tomcat fighter jet, and Aegis combat system are all designed to cope with such tactics.

Foreign media once evaluated the performance of the Tu-22m. It can attack all European countries except Portugal and Norway. If refueled in the air, it can also take off from the Soviet Union via the Arctic base, attack local targets in Eagle, and then fly back to its domestic base.

.It is also the fastest flying bomber in the world. As the latest improved version of the Tu-22 bomber family, it has huge advantages that other aircraft do not have.

You can sell backfire, as long as you don't get caught, but you can't sell blueprints, because it is related to core technical issues, and then use this to crack other imaginary technologies. Several major gangsters in the world have this ability.

The Cold War is like a bear fighting an eagle, while Hans tiger and Gallic chicken are watching eagerly next to it. Next to it, there is a rabbit eating grass, holding bricks, wearing sunglasses, looking at the mushroom cloud, lying on the sun lounger and taking a sip.

Erguotou, with his thumbs up, shouted to the two of them, "Don't be afraid, Big Guo! The eagle is afraid of the dark at night, so be careful!"

The value summarized by this drawing far exceeds a certain limit, and even the bottom line that the old Pushkin and others pressed hard has now been broken by his own children.

Should we send them in?

Are military prisons a place where people can stay? You have to pick up soap after entering.

"Asshole! Do you know what you are talking about?" Old Pushkin stood up and stared at him. He wanted to reach out to grab Medvedchuk's collar, but was slapped away by the latter. He stared back and pulled

He pulled off his military uniform and was not afraid at all. Anyway, he was already torn apart, so what else was there to be afraid of?

"You know what I'm talking about, if I'm raped, you'll die with me!"

Medvedchuk is really crazy, but it is better to be crazy than dead. The whole country is falling into madness. If he loses his position, will his political opponents let him go? Including those who have interests in him, they want it most.

If he dies, then open his belly and pull Franklin out of his intestines. Anyway, money with feces tastes good.

"I don't have the ability to protect you." The first half of this sentence made Medvedchuk think that the other party wanted to confront him, but the old Pushkin just kicked him and continued, "But

I can delay it for you for a few days, you have to find the murderer as soon as possible, and then kill these sons of bitches, maybe the higher ups will let you go."

To sum it up, it’s just two words.

revenge!

Blood debts must be repaid with blood.

Old Pushkin handed him the information on the table, "I think you can go to Nicholas, he should want to know why more than you." After he finished speaking, he waved his hand as if he was unhappy, indicating that he could leave.

.

Go to Nicholas?

The more Medvedchuk thought about it, the brighter his eyes became. This was a good idea. He glanced at the other party, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but the old Pushkin just left her with the back of his head and could only leave in annoyance.

At this time, Tang Dao had a serious face, crossed his legs, and looked at Robert, who had his head lowered in front of him. His eyes seemed to be re-examining him. He was very nervous. At least his thigh muscles were shaking, and the fingers on both sides were shaking.

Trembling without rhythm, eyes wandering, and not daring to look directly at him, he is a good guy, but not a good actor.

"Don't you need to explain something to me?"

Tang Dao wanted to lean over and pick up the lighter to light a cigarette, but he put it down and held it in his hand. He half-raised his head and asked, "Where were you yesterday?"

Robert lost his temper and didn't know how to answer.

Could it be that he went to find Yulia? He followed her all night, so he didn’t know, but Yulia and Firmino were definitely dead!

He opened his mouth and said, "I...I went to Kiev to relax yesterday." As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the little angel standing next to him sigh, which made Robert feel tight. Damn it, this guy sighed.

Why are you so angry? I looked at the boss at a loss and saw Tang Dao peeling an apple. He was holding a fruit knife of about 10 centimeters in his right hand and was peeling it calmly and carefully. He squinted and listened to what he said.

As soon as the blade was scraped, the apple skin broke suddenly.

Tang Dao handed over the half-cut apple, his tone still calm, "Let's fill our stomachs first."

Robert's brows trembled slightly, and he said cautiously, "Boss, do you need me to go downstairs and order some food..." Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Tang Dao, "Don't be in a hurry, I have plenty of time to eat, I just

I want to know what I’m going to eat next, I’ll have news later.”

…

Mist held a small piece of paper in his left hand, with an address written on it: Victory Book No. 17.

He raised his head and looked at the small villa in front of him. The exterior decoration looked very beautiful, and there were decorative ivy hanging on the walls. He could also see a figure flashing past on the second floor. He walked over and pressed the doorbell.

, crisp footsteps sounded, and then the door was quickly opened, with a joyful cry, "Uncle Robert."

The muscles on Mist's right cheek trembled, and a smile appeared on his face. He bent down, looked at the somewhat confused Firmino in front of him, and asked softly, "Kid, are your adults here?"

The little guy looked at the big man in front of him, and his eyes jumped to the back. There were also a few white men in suits. Their muscles felt even rougher than Uncle Robert's. He didn't know them, but he also hated the smile of the man in front of him.

Very uncomfortable.

"Firmino, who is it?" Yulia, who had been waiting for a while, also came out. She put her hands on her son's shoulders and looked at Mist and others. There was a bit of surprise and surprise in her eyes, but

He just passed by in a flash, pretending not to understand, "Uh, gentlemen, who are you?"

After Mist came out of the Delta, he never thought that he was a machine, nor did he admit that he could only kill people. He thought that he should be a gentleman, very polite. After all, judges are also cultural people.

He crossed his hands in front of him and nodded slightly, "Good morning, madam, nice to meet you."

"Good morning, what can I do for you?" Yulia asked, grabbing Firmino's shoulder hard.

"I have a few things I want to ask you, can you?" Mist said with a smile, "Robert and I are friends."

"No, no, I don't know Robert."

Firmino raised his head and looked at his mother in confusion as to why he said that, but he was very smart and did not gnaw. He knew that his mother had her own ideas when she said this.

"Are you nervous, ma'am?"

Mist half-bent his knees, stared at Yulia, suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the latter's wrist and said, he felt a tremor, but just for a moment, then he was thrown away, and the other party pulled Firmino in

, he was about to close the door, but his foot just got stuck, "Madam, don't worry, we are not bad people."

But we are not good people either.

He continued this sentence in his mind.

"I really don't know Robert. I don't know who he is. If you do this, I will call the police." Yulia reacted very excitedly and kicked Mist's calf with her toes.

"Call the police? Are you kidding me? CIA agents want to call the police?"

Mist stared into the other person's eyes when she said this, and she panicked!
Chapter completed!