Battlefield Contract Worker

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In a high-rise in Brussels, the strategist Maklovsky put down his phone. Some irritable scolded, "This old ghost!"

"What's wrong?" White Glove looked up at him.

"Sorry, I'm a little rude, I don't do this often." Maklovsky took a deep breath, walked a few steps in the room, and said in a low voice, "Aladdin has started to shoot, and the moment he shoots, it's ruthless. trick."

"You think it's a ruthless move, then it seems that he must have made you very uncomfortable." White Glove shook his head.

"It didn't make me, he made the Archduke very uncomfortable." Maklovsky shook his head.

White Glove looked down at the window, "Isn't this nonsense? The Archduke is uncomfortable, and all of us are uncomfortable. What did he do?"

"The chemical weapons that the Secret Society hid in Iraq were obtained by the Americans a few hours ago." Maklovsky paced back and forth.

"What?" White Glove turned back suddenly, "You mean those chemical weapons?"

"Yes." Maklovsky said helplessly, "It's those chemical weapons."

White Glove paused for a while. "In that case, the Archduke would really lose his temper. But how could the Americans do that?"

"It must be the old ghost Aladdin, he is bypassing me and demonstrating directly to the Archduke. He wants to tell the Archduke of the Secret Society through this matter, and tell him how many secrets he has that can threaten the entire organization of the Secret Society. Come and put pressure on the Archduke to order me to release his daughter." Maklovsky paced back and forth.

"None of us expected this old man's hand, it's really cruel. I wonder if the Grand Duke will blame us for this." White Gloves whispered.

"No." Maklovsky gritted his teeth.

"It's unlikely, given what I know about the Archduke. He probably won't let us go any further." White Gloves sighed.

"I said no, because I didn't tell the Archduke about it," Maklovsky whispered.

White Glove said in surprise, "You didn't tell the Archduke? Damn it, are you crazy? You know what this means? It means that you are hiding information from the Archduke. If he knew from other sources, he would only be more angry. I'm not going to carry this matter with you, it's entirely your self-righteousness."

"This is your reward for me? If it weren't for me, you would still be in the **** South American prison, with rats." Maklovsky stared at the white gloves and snapped.

"Yes, but at least I'm still alive then." White Glove said coldly. "If I've learned one thing over such a long time, it's not to hide anything from the Archduke. You'll regret it, boy."

"I just don't let the Archduke know about this for the time being, because we will solve it. If Aladdin can be removed, the Archduke will only be happy." Maklovsky shook his head.

White Glove looked at Maklovsky with a mocking expression, "I said, are you really a strategist? Can you be the think tank of the Grand Duke?"

Maklovsky looked at the white gloves and said, "You better pay attention to the tone of your speech! You are on my territory!"

"Whose territory?" The door was pushed open and two people walked in. The man walking in front didn't care about Maklovsky and White Gloves at all, and went straight in and sat down. And the woman following him sat gracefully beside him.

This man is Vasily, and the woman is Black Pearl Betty who often follows him.

"Grand Duke!" White Glove got nervous for a while and stood up immediately.

"Long time no see, White." Vasily said calmly, "I heard someone say just now that some people think this is his territory, right?"

The atmosphere in the living room was awkward, and the strategist Maklovsky was silent.

"Strategist, do you know what your role is?" said Vasily, looking at him. "Your job is to help me make ideas, not make decisions for me. I think you know the difference between the two. Bar?"

Makrovsky remained silent.

"You rescued White without permission, and that's okay, because he's still useful. But you took Aladdin's daughter without permission. This made this old man completely unscrupulous, because he was provoked. Because of this, we suffered a little loss. It was nothing, but you still wanted to hide it from me. Tell me, Maklovsky, what should I do with you?" Vasily sat on the sofa, biting holding a cigar.

"You are not the Grand Duke, you are just his puppet." Maklovsky said coldly, "So you have no right to deal with me."

"Really? But it's a pity, as long as I live for one day, I will be the Grand Duke of the Secret Society." Vasili sneered, "Because I am absolutely loyal and irreplaceable. As for you, and you!" He turned to the white gloves Indifferently, "You can change people at any time. So you'd better not anger me."

"I am also absolutely loyal to the Archduke." Maklovsky gritted his teeth.

"So you're still alive," Vasily said, looking at him. "I'm usually not a harsh person. I allow my subordinates to make mistakes, but I can't tolerate my subordinates cheating on me. Teams need discipline, and you, Marklofs Kei, you violated the most important discipline."

Maklovsky whispered, "Why did the Archduke communicate through you? Why didn't he want to see me in person?"

"No one can see the Grand Duke, you know that, and that's why I exist. To all of you, I am the Grand Duke of the Secret Society. Either serve me~www.readwn.com~ or disappear altogether." Vasily said in a deep voice, and he slowly stretched out his hand.

"Well, I was wrong. Archduke." Maklovsky knelt before him, bowed his head and kissed his ring.

Vasily nodded with satisfaction. "Okay, no more nonsense. Maklovsky, you must be punished. Then we can talk about other issues."

Black Pearl Betty, who was sitting beside him, had already jumped up like a black cat and silently circled behind Markovs. A dagger was placed on Vasily's throat. The sharp edge of the dagger made Maklovsky's neck feel a chill, and the icy temperature caused a layer of goose bumps on his neck.

But Black Pearl Betty moved the knife away, just as Maklovsky felt relieved. But Black Pearl Betty grabbed his hand and, with a click, cut off Marklovsky's little finger with the scissors that Vasily cut cigars just now.

"Uh!" Maklovsky was shaking with pain, sweat dripping from his head.