Battlefield Contract Worker

Mr. Alekferovitch has been restless for a week, especially in recent days. August 1 Chinese? Net W㈧W㈧W. 81ZW. COM doesn't actually blame him, it would be the same for anyone else. No one will be able to do business as usual after learning that they are the target of an assassination.

He waved his hand and asked the assistant beside him to pour himself a cup of coffee, then turned to look at White-glove 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 White nodded.

"I never underestimate them, because I know them better than anyone else." Alekferovich shook his head. "Very well. But I'm curious, since they are so powerful, how did you get the news that they were going to get rid of me?"

"Don't underestimate us." White Glove smiled. "We have our own people in a lot of key sectors."

Alekferovich sneered, "You seem very confident."

"Yes. Mr. Alekferovich, you may have been a KGB agent, but times have changed. Look at you here, with marigolds in a vase on the table, and classical music playing on vinyl records. Now who Still playing flower arrangements. Who still 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." White Glove lowered his head and mocked.

"But I am still one of the most profitable people in the secret society. I must remind you that I have multiplied the assets of the organization in ten years. And I still control the huge underground economy in Russia." Allie Kfelovich said coldly.

"No need to remind, we all know this. That's why I came to you." White Gloves sighed. "But don't forget that the Archduke has called for the entire organization to be focused on Africa. Whether it's military or economic."

Alekferovich was silent for a while and said, "I understand, but it takes time. After so many years of business, it is impossible to withdraw all in a short period of time. And I don't want to do too much, I really want me to lead the way. In this economic crisis, they took advantage of the situation to aggressively attack the ruble, causing the Russian economy to collapse, and they will not let me go.”

"That's why the Archduke asked me to confirm this." White Glove shrugged.

"Sure what?"

"Your loyalty, are you still loyal to the ideals of the organization. Or have you been a rich man for so many years and have made you think you can control everything?" White Gloves said coldly. He was snarky, had no manners at all, and didn't understand the rules at all.

"Of course I am loyal to this," Alekferovich began. "I have answered your question."

But White Gloves interrupted: "However, you did not fully implement the Archduke's orders."

There was an icy silence.

"I don't want to talk about it anymore, I have served the organization for so many years. Now I have to give up everything, and I have not even seen who the Archduke is. This is a bit ridiculous," Alekferovich sneered.

"That's a pity. With all due respect, it seems to me that you are no longer loyal. You understand that if you are no longer loyal, you must die." White Glove stood by the window, staring gloomily at the moonlight and the distant the sea.

This insult puts Alekferovich's ears in an embarrassing situation, and the situation between them is horribly humiliating. His breathing became rapid, and his worries and annoyances intensified. He got into trouble and just kept his mouth shut. He began to falter, his palms sweating. His room was scented with marigolds, the music was still playing, but he felt like he was falling into some abyss.

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

"Bring Mr. White back to his residence and arrange for him to leave tomorrow." Alekferovich said coldly to his bodyguards.

"Please, Mr. White." A bodyguard held White-gloved White with a gun.

"It seems that you have already decided your own destiny." 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 your command. Also, anyone who wants to betray the Secret Society will pay a price."

Alekferovich waved his hand and let his men walk away with white gloves.

"Sir. The White Gloves are the archduke's cronies, the top of the secret society. Are we doing this..." Alekferovich's bodyguard whispered in his ear.

"Don't worry, I understand. I'm just making a gesture." Alekferovich frowned. "You don't understand. In Russia we are still what the secret society needs, but once we move to Africa, We will be taken away from us. In the eyes of the secret society, I am just an agent, helping them manage these properties. In Russia we have connections and influence. In Africa, we are useless. I have to make Tough stance, it's best to let the Grand Duke come forward and sit down with us people."

"Is this possible?" The bodyguard asked worriedly.

"I hope it works." Alekferovich whispered. "Take care of this white glove. Let him go tomorrow and let him speak to the Grand Duke of the Secret Society. I don't want to betray the organization, I just want more fair treatment. In addition, let the guards be more vigilant. I don't want any accidents these days."

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

"Boss~www.readwn.com~ let's go. Their guards are a little scattered. If we are fast enough, we can get it before they can react." Sergey whispered.

Lin Rui said in a low voice, "Don't worry, wait. I always feel a little unusual."

"What's wrong?" Sergey whispered, "The positions of these sentries are consistent with the intelligence provided by the Russians. This shows that the intelligence is not wrong at all. We have an opportunity to act now."

"Because the situation here is highly consistent with the intelligence provided by the Russians, I feel that something is wrong." Lin Rui whispered.

Jiangan looked at him and whispered, "You mean..."

"Colonel Fulong said that all the information here was obtained by one of their agents at the risk of dying. But if this is the case, the information they provided should be half a year ago, and now it is completely consistent with the situation here. , there is no deviation. Is this not normal?" Lin Rui whispered.

"You mean there is a fraud?" Jiangan whispered.

(End of this chapter)