Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 1465: Phone


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Several hours after Zhou Qingfeng arrived in Paris, Chekov, who planned the T-50 event, hurriedly returned to Paris. He returned so nervously not because he was anxious to pursue his own target, but because the bear government was furious for the T-50 incident.

The advanced fighter plane I developed for the future against the air pressure of China and the United States was actually easily opened to Mongolia. This can go to Mongolia, naturally Zhonghua, South Korea, Japan, and the United States. Then also develop a ghost plane!

The seriousness of the matter forced Chekov to rush out of Ulaanbaatar. And when he arrived in Paris, his mood was relaxed-the free world in the West, the air was so sweet.

Outside the airport, a team of strong Russian men with sunglasses is waiting for Chekov. The beautiful Bentley car opened the door, and the long-legged buttocks secretary was dancing in the car. All this made Chekov feel that life is so beautiful again.

Chikov sat in the car and saw another strong man with a bigger head beside the female secretary. The other party's bold and uninhibited got stuck in the leather sofa and said blankly: "Chikov, you are causing me trouble."

Is n’t this which pot is not open?

Chekov made a "huh" sound, and his indifferent face was expressionless, "I'm sorry, boss. I also don't know what went wrong. The plan you arranged was perfect, but the fighter was shot down. No one can explain. "

For more than a dozen hours, public opinion has been boiling up the time of ‘T-50’, and various speculations are flying. There are "Treat crash", "Defect and shoot down", even "Encounter J-20" ... There are all kinds of whimsy, but there is no "Encounter F-22".

Some things can't be concealed, the underground world of Europe is watching the jokes of Russian gangster, and different gangs are also talking about it.

Chekhov ’s boss was angry but did not mean to let go. “Our target had arrived in Paris a few hours ago. I sent someone to send them a bullet. I think he should feel a trace of fear.

This time we must kill him, otherwise our prestige will be greatly damaged. I can give you another chance to kill the guy named Lin Sen to save us and your reputation. "

In the gangster world, reputation is life. In the cold and low tone of boss, Chekov knew that he had to do it as soon as possible, because his boss had no patience, "I understand, sir. I will deal with it as soon as possible."

Bentley sails to the 77th province on the outskirts, which is a traditional wealthy area in Paris, with a very high safety factor. The patrolling police car passed by very diligently. The villas here have perfect security measures. Bodyguards with sunglasses are the most common people here.

Bentley finally parked in front of a large villa, and the gate of the wrought iron villa automatically opened to let the luxury car enter. The car stopped in the front porch of the villa. The bodyguard stepped forward to open the door. The strong boss walked down first.

"Welcome back, Mr. Gusinski." The housekeeper of the villa stepped forward and bowed slightly. From a normal perspective, Chekov's boss is a financial investment tycoon from Russia, a legitimate businessman, and a respected charity.

Gusinsky, as gangster boss, hummed and stepped into his villa. In this villa, there are more than 30 bodyguards responsible for defense inside and outside, and the safety is extremely high.

It's already early in the morning, and Gusinski went to the airport to pick up Chekov. He said he valued the 'century reward'. Winning this reward is not only a matter of money, but also a matter of fame and prestige. He must urge the matter to be resolved as soon as possible.

Gucinsky also felt tired at the moment. He took off his coat and walked slowly towards the stairs to the bedroom. But the housekeeper of the villa suddenly ran over and said in a hurry: "Sir, there is a phone call to find you."

Looking back at the cell phone brought by the housekeeper, Gusinsky frowned and asked, "Who called?"

"He said he was Lin Sen." The butler's expression was also very strange.

"Hehe ..., it's funny. Is it begging me for mercy?" Gusinsky picked up the phone with a sneer and yelled, "Hey", just heard a greeting from the phone, "It's Gusinsky Sir? "

"It's me."

"My name is Lin Sen and I just arrived in Paris. Should you know me?"

"Oh, welcome to Paris. Of course I know you. Despite the accident, I am glad that you can call me, can I help you?"

Gucinsky said this with a smile on his face, as if playing an idiot. But his smile quickly solidified, because the person talking to him on the phone was not good.

"I heard that there was a" century reward "of up to 100 million US dollars recently, and the goal was me. I was really shocked! And what shocked me even more was that someone had to buy a Russian T in order to kill me. -50. I am truly honored to be able to mobilize such advanced and confidential fighters.

Mr. Gusinski, as far as I know, this matter is planned by you behind your back. I have to admire your imagination and mobility. Really, I admire your guts. But I still don't want to die, so I can only ask you and your hands to die. "

Guinsky's cheeks jumped when he heard his true appearance on the phone so quickly. When he heard Zhou Qingfeng talk about the 'century reward', he wanted to pretend to comfort two sentences; when he heard Zhou Qingfeng talk about it, he wanted to deny it categorically; he could hear death threats ...

Gucinsky ’s heart was flat, and he said with a thick voice: "Mr. Lin, do you have any misunderstandings about me? Do you think I am a person who can be threatened?"

"Do n’t deny it, it does n’t make sense. I just remind you who you will die next. Now ..., enjoy your last life. You have three extremely special friends who are coming, Good night! "Zhou Qingfeng hung up the phone and twisted his body easily in his room.

The Guoan female officer was watching next to Zhou Qingfeng, listening to his tone and words, he immediately asked, "Who are you calling?"

"A Russian, who made a fortune by reselling the huge arms stocks of the Soviet Union more than 20 years ago. He still has some influence in Russia, and he got it out of the T-50 incident more than ten hours ago. Which guy If you want to kill me, I will naturally not be polite to him. "

Latin dance music is being played in the bedroom of the suite. Zhou Qingfeng is twirling with the fast-paced melody. The wild look is both wild and wild. To be honest, he jumped well.

But the female security officer of Guoan still asked: "What is" you're welcome "? What are you going to do?"

Zhou Qingfeng stopped moving and tilted his head and said, "Kill people. Others will kill me. Do I have to wash my neck and wait for others? Have you ever killed anyone?"

Guoan female military officer has read some information about ‘Lin Sen’, but she really did n’t expect that Zhou Qingfeng just shouted to kill when she just arrived in Paris. Faced with a rhetorical question, she can only change the subject and say: "I will report this situation."

Zhou Qingfeng female officer shrugged and sneered. At the same time, three uninvited guests came from Gucinsky's villa.


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