The Strongest Arms Dealer

The old Pushkin threw the materials on the table, his eyes were full of teasing, he seemed to be watching the fun.

Anyway, the fire couldn't reach his head.

"Hey, sir!" Medevichuk may have been too impatient, he even forgot the most basic manners, at least the other party is a lieutenant general, one rank higher than him, he wants to stand up and shout Chief, and the title of "Mr.", if Stalin was in power, he would be labeled as a "Western faction".

He stared straight at the old Pushkin, opened his mouth firmly, exposing the yellow molars inside, and raised his voice exaggeratedly, "You have to help me, we are grasshoppers on a rope, if I If it fails, you are of no benefit, and I am very familiar with that Asian, which is related to the subsequent transaction."

Medevichuk knows what is most important at the moment, Nicholas!

The Ukrainian "scalping group" likes the money in his pocket too much. The corrupted new capitalist roaders are stronger than the old stubborn ones. To a certain extent, this Asian is God.

Sure enough, the old Pushkin's face froze when he heard the words, and he spread his right hand angrily, "I think a successful businessman only cares about the profit, and never cares who he deals with, even if you know each other, but... what does it matter? For us and him, you are just a lubricant, but you are not the key point, you have to remember your position."

This almost didn't make Medevichuk faint from anger. He slammed his fists on the table with both hands, his eyebrows were horizontal, and his face was flushed. Agree, I'll send your son to a military court! He and Victor both sell military blueprints, including the "Backfire" Tu-22M, although it's just a small summary, it's enough to keep him in it for a long time, You say, how will the court judge him? After all, his father is the principal of the Kyiv Junior Military Academy."

Damn... ruthless!

Old Pushkin stared round, he couldn't believe it, his son actually stole the picture-22M? That's not counting, seeing the madness of the other party, are you planning to send Victor in?

Is this an attempt to die together?

He shuddered a little, this is a crazy person.

Tu-22M is the first supersonic bomber in the Soviet era, which is a strategic weapon.

It is one of the core components of the Soviet Union's strategic bombing and anti-ship operations. Due to the performance of the Tu-22M bomber, combined with the Soviet Union's sea target detection, electronic warfare capabilities and naval ships, the Soviet Union's tactics of attacking US aircraft carrier battle groups with a large number of anti-ship missiles were further strengthened.

The US military's AIM-54 Phoenix missile, F-14 Tomcat fighter jet, and Aegis combat system are all born to correspond to such tactics.

Foreign media once commented on the performance of the Tu-22M. It can attack all European countries except Portugal and Norway. If it is refueled in the air, it can also take off from the Soviet Union via the Arctic base. After attacking the local targets of Yingjiang, it will fly back to the domestic base . It is also the fastest flying bomber included in the equipment 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 backfires, 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 similar technologies. Several big gangsters in the world have this ability.

The cold war is a bear fighting with an eagle, while Hans and a Gallic chicken are staring at each other. Next to it is a rabbit eating grass, holding a brick, wearing sunglasses, looking at the mushroom cloud, and lying on a sun lounger for a drink Erguotou, with a thumbs up, shouted at the two of them, "Don't be afraid, Daguo! The eagle is afraid of the dark at night, kill him!"

The value outlined in this drawing is far beyond a certain limit, and even the bottom line that the old Pushkin and others pressed so hard is now broken by his own children.

Are you sending them in?

Is the military prison a place where people can stay? You have to pick up soap when you go in.

"Bastard! Do you know what you're talking about?" Old Pushkin stood up and stared at him, trying to reach out to grab Medevichuk's collar, but the latter directly patted it off, stared back, and pulled Pulling the military uniform on his body, he didn't hesitate at all, anyway, his face was already torn, so what else was there to be afraid of?

"You know what I'm talking about, if I get caught, you're waiting to die with me!"

Medevichuk is really crazy, but it's better to be crazy than dead. The whole country is falling into madness. If he loses his position, will his political enemies let him go? Including those who have an interest in him want him to die the most, and then peel off his stomach and pull Franklin out of his intestines. Anyway, the banknotes are delicious with shit.

"I don't have that great ability to protect you." The first half of the sentence made Medevichuk think that the other party wanted to confront him head-on, but the old Pushkin just kicked him, and he continued, "But I can delay you for a few days, you have to find out the murderer as soon as possible, and then kill these sons of bitches, maybe the higher ups will let you go."

Put it all together in two words.

revenge!

eye for eye.

The old Pushkin handed him the information on the table, "I think you can go to Nicholas, he should be more interested in knowing why than you." After he finished speaking, he waved his hand as if in a bad mood, indicating that he can leave .

To find Nicholas?

The more Medevichuk 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 resentfully.

At this time, Tang Dao had a serious face, crossed his legs, and looked at Robert, who was bowing his head in front of him. His eyes seemed to be re-examining. The other party was very nervous. At least his thigh muscles were shaking, and the fingers on both sides were shaking. Trembling without rhythm, eyes wandering, afraid to look directly, 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, wanted to pick up the lighter to light a cigarette, but put it down again, holding it in his palm, half raised his head and asked, "Where did you go yesterday?"

Robert scoffed, he didn't know how to answer.

Could it be that you went to find Yulia? He didn't know if he was hanging out with her all night, but Julia and Firmino would definitely die!

He opened his mouth, "I...I went to Kyiv to relax yesterday." As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the little angel standing next to him sigh, which made Robert's heart tighten, damn, this guy sighed What's the matter? Looking at the boss very at a loss, I saw Tang Dao was peeling apples, holding a 10-centimeter fruit knife in his right hand, calmly and carefully peeling, squinting, and as soon as he finished speaking, the blade scraped , The apple peel snapped off.

Tang Dao handed over the half-peeled apple, and his tone was still calm, "Let's fill up the stomach first."

Robert frowned slightly, and said very carefully, "Boss, do you need me to go downstairs and order some food..." Tang Dao interrupted him before he finished speaking, "Don't worry, there is plenty of time for dinner, I just want to I want to know what to eat for the next meal, I will have news later."

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In his left hand Meister held a small piece of paper with an address on it: 17 Victorburn.

He raised his head and looked at the small villa in front of him. The decoration on the outside looked very beautiful, and there were green vines hanging on the walls for decoration. He could still see a figure flashing by on the second floor. He walked over and rang the doorbell. , the sound of crisp footsteps sounded, and then the door was quickly opened, with a joyful cry, "Uncle Robert."

The muscles on Mister's right cheek trembled, and a smile appeared on his face. He bent down, looked at Firmino who was a little dazed in front of him, and asked softly, "Kid, is your adult there?"

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 rougher than Uncle Robert. 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, her hands were on her son's shoulders, and she looked at Mister and the others. There was a bit of surprise and surprise in her eyes, but It just passed by, pretending to be very confused, "Uh, gentlemen, who are you?"

After Mister came out of Delta, he never thought of himself as a machine, and he didn't admit that he could only kill people. He thought he should be a gentleman, very polite, after all, judges are also cultural people.

He folded his hands in front of him and nodded slightly, "Good morning ma'am, nice to meet you."

"Good morning, may I ask, what's your business?" Yulia asked, grabbing Firmino's shoulder vigorously.

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

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

Firmino raised his head, and he looked at his mother~www.wuxiaspot.com~ in confusion why he said that, but he was very smart, he didn't 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, stretched out his hand suddenly, grabbed the latter's wrist and said, he felt trembling, but just for a moment, he was thrown away, and the other party pulled Firmino in , was about to close the door, but this foot just got stuck, "Madam, don't worry, we are not bad people."

But we're not nice people either.

He took this sentence in his heart.

"I really don't know Robert. I don't know who it is. If you want to do this, I will call the police." Yulia reacted very excitedly, kicking Mister's calf with her toe.

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

When Mister said this, she stared at the other person's eyes, she panicked!

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