Battlefield Contractor

For a week, Mr. Alekfelovic has been a little restless, and his temper has been particularly severe in recent days. In fact, he is not to blame, it will be the same for anyone else. No one will be able to do business as usual after knowing that they have become the target of assassination.

He waved his hand and asked the assistant beside him to pour himself a cup of coffee, then turned his head to look at the white gloved White sitting in the room. "Do you really think they already know and are preparing to deal with me?"

"Don't underestimate the Russian intelligence services." White Glove Huai nodded.

"I never underestimate them, because I know them better than anyone else." Alek Felovic shook his head. "Very well. But what I wonder is, since they are so powerful, how did you get the news that they wanted to get rid of me?"

"Don't underestimate us." White Glove smiled. "We have our own people in many key departments."

Alek Felovic sneered, "You seem to be very confident."

"Yes. Mr. Alek Felovic, you may have been a KGB agent, but the time has passed. Look at you, there are marigolds in the vase on the table, and vinyl records are playing classical music. Who is now Also play flower arrangements. Who listens to this kind of music. Sir, you have been on the island for too long and you are completely out of touch with the outside." The white glove lowered his head mockingly.

"But I am still one of the most profitable people in the secret society. I must remind you that it was me who made the organization's assets countless times in ten years. And I still control Russia's huge underground economy." Kefelovich said coldly.

"Don't remind me, we all know this. That's why I came to you." White Glove White sighed. "But don't forget, the Grand Duke has asked to shift the focus of the entire organization to Africa. Whether it is military or economic."

Alekfelovic was silent for a while and said, "I understand, but it takes time. After so many years of operation, it is impossible to withdraw all in a short period of time. And I don't want to be too extreme. I really want me to take the lead. In the current economic crisis, they took advantage of the situation to sniper the ruble, causing the Russian economy to collapse. They will not let me go."

"That's why the Grand Duke wants me to confirm this." White Glove shrugged.

"Sure what?"

"Your loyalty, are you still loyal to the ideals of the organization. Still, being a rich man for so many years has made you think you can control everything?" White Glove White said coldly. He has a sharp tone, no manners at all, and no understanding of the rules.

"Of course I am loyal to this." Alek Felovic said, "I have already answered your question."

But White Glove White interrupted: "However, you didn't fully implement the Grand Duke's orders."

There was a cold silence.

"I don't want to talk about it anymore. I have served the organization for so many years. Now I want to give up everything, and I have never seen the Grand Duke. This is simply ridiculous" Alek Felovich sneered.

"That's regrettable. With all due respect, in my opinion, you are no longer loyal. You understand that if you are no longer loyal, you have to die." The white glove stood in front of the window, staring gloomily at the moonlight and the distance outside At the sea.

This insult caused Alek Felovic's ears to burn and his situation was embarrassing. The situation between them was terribly humiliating. His breathing became rapid, his anxiety and troubles intensified. He was caught in a dilemma and simply kept silent. He began to hesitate, his palms were sweating. His room smelled of marigolds, and the music was still playing, but he felt like he was falling into an abyss.

But he was not worried, just stared at White Glove White coldly. This is his turf, White Glove White alone can't turn the sky. He waved his hand, and several of his men immediately surrounded the white gloves.

"Take Mr. White back to your residence and arrange for him to leave tomorrow." Alek Felovic said coldly to his bodyguards.

"Please, Mr. White." A bodyguard forced White with a gun.

"It seems that you have decided your own destiny." The White Glove didn't mean to resist at all. He smiled, "You can lock me up, but I will be released tomorrow, and take over everything under you. Also, anyone who wants to betray the secret society will pay a price."

Alekfelovic waved his hand and let his subordinates leave with white gloves.

"Sir. The White Gloves are a cronies of the Grand Duke, the top of the secret society. Did we do this..." Alek Felovich's bodyguard whispered in his ear.

"Don't worry, I understand. I just made a gesture." Alek Felovic frowned. "You don't understand. In Russia we are still what the secret agency needs, but once we move to Africa, We will be deprived of everything. In the eyes of the secret society, I am just an agent to help them manage these properties. In Russia we have connections and influence. But in Africa, we are useless. I have to do A tough posture, it’s best to let the Grand Duke come forward and sit down and talk with people like us."

"Does this work?" The bodyguard said with some worry.

"I hope it works," Alekfelovich whispered. "I'm optimistic about this white glove. Let him go tomorrow and let him bring a message to the Grand Duke of the Secret Service. I am not going to betray the organization, I just want to be treated more fairly. In addition, let the guards strengthen their vigilance.

On the west side of the manor, Lin Rui and the others had already walked around the two guard posts and gradually approached the building in the manor.

"Boss, let's go. Their guards are a bit scattered. If we are fast enough, we can succeed before they can react." Sergey whispered.

Lin Rui whispered, "Don't worry, wait. I always find it a little unusual."

"What's wrong?" Sergey whispered, "The positions of these outposts are consistent with the information provided by the Russians. This shows that there is nothing wrong with the intelligence. We are now acting as an opportunity."

"It is precisely because the situation here is highly consistent with the information provided by the Russians, so I feel that something is wrong." Lin Rui whispered.

Jiang Jian looked at him in a low voice, "You mean..."

"Col. Fulong said that all the information here was obtained by one of their agents risking death. But if this is the case, the information they provided should be six months ago, but now it is completely consistent with the situation here. , There is no deviation. Isn't this abnormal?" Lin Rui whispered.

"You mean there is fraud?" Jiang An whispered.

(End of this chapter)