Rise of the Wasteland

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A few hours after Zhou Qingfeng arrived in Paris, Chekov, who was planning the T-50 incident, hurriedly returned to Paris. He returned so nervously not because he was in a hurry to pursue his target, but because the fur bear government was furious for the T-50 incident.

The advanced fighter planes developed in the future to combat the air pressure between China and the United States were actually easily opened to Mongolia. This can go to Mongolia, naturally to the flower planter, and even to South Korea, Japan, and the United States. Then develop a ghost plane!

The seriousness of the matter forced Chekov to rush out of Ulaanbaatar. When he arrived in Paris, he felt relaxed—the air in the western free world was so sweet.

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

Chekov was seated in the car, and he saw another big, handsome man sitting next to the woman secretary. The other man's Golden Knife was stuck in a leather sofa, and said blankly, "Chekov, you're causing me trouble."

Isn't this pot not to mention which pot?

Chekov said, "Hmm", his expression indifferent on his indifferent face, "I'm sorry, boss. I don't know what went wrong. The plan you arranged is perfect, but the fighter plane was shot down. No one can do this Explanation."

For more than a dozen hours, public opinion has been frantic about the 'T-50' time, and all kinds of speculations have skyrocketed. There are "Trage Crash Saying", "Treason Shoot Down Saying", and even "Encounter F-20 Saying" ... There are all kinds of imagination, except there is no "Encounter F-22 Saying".

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

Chekov's boss was angry but didn't mean to let go. "Our target arrived in Paris a few hours ago, and I sent someone to send them a bullet. I think he should feel a hint of fear.

We must kill him this time, otherwise our prestige will be greatly lost. I can give you another chance to kill that guy named Linsen and restore us and your own reputation. "

In the gangster world, reputation is life. In the cold and low tone of the boss, Chekov knew that he had to do it as soon as possible, because his boss had always been very patient, "I see, sir. I will deal with it as soon as possible."

Bentley headed to the 77 provinces on the outskirts. This is the traditional rich area of ​​Paris, and the safety factor is very high. The patrolling police car passed very diligently. The villas here have perfect security measures. Bodyguards with sunglasses are the most common people here.

Bentley eventually stopped in front of a large villa, and the iron villa's door opened automatically to let the luxury car enter. The car stopped in the front porch of the villa, and the bodyguard stepped in to open the door. The big boss stepped down first.

"Welcome back, Mr. Gusinski." The housekeeper came 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, the gangster, hummed and stepped into his villa. There are more than 30 bodyguards inside and outside this villa who are in charge of defense, and the security is extremely high.

It's already early in the morning, and Gushinsky went to the airport to pick up Chekov, indicating that he attached great importance to the 'century reward'. Winning this reward is not just a question of money, it is also a question of fame and reputation. He must urge the matter to be resolved as soon as possible.

Gusinski was tired at the moment too, and he took off his coat and walked slowly towards the stairs to the bedroom. But the housekeeper of the villa suddenly came over and said in a hurry: "Sir, I have a call for you."

Looking back at the phone the butler held, Gusinski frowned and asked, "Who called?"

"He said he was Lin Sen." The steward's expression was also weird.

"Oh ... it's funny. Did you ask me for mercy?" Gusinsky answered the phone with a smirk and shouted "Hello", and heard a greeting from his cell phone. "Is this Mr. Gusinski? "

"it's me."

"I'm Linsen and I've just arrived in Paris. You should know me?"

"Oh, welcome to Paris. I know you, of course. I'm glad you could call me, though, is there anything I can do for you?"

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

"I heard that recently there was a" century reward "of up to 100 million US dollars. The goal was me. I was really shocked! What shocked me even more was that someone even bought a Russian T-50 to kill me. I am honored to be able to mobilize such advanced and confidential fighters.

Mr. Gusinski, as far as I know, you planned this behind the scenes. I have to admire your imagination and action. I really admire your guts. But I don't want to die yet, so I can only ask you and your hands to die. "

Gusinski's cheeks were jumping when he heard his true face so quickly on the phone. When he heard Zhou Qingfeng talk about the "century reward" ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ he also wanted to pretend to comfort two sentences; when he heard Zhou Qingfeng talked about him planning the matter, he also wanted to categorically deny it; he could hear death threat …….

Gusinsky's heart was deep, and he groaned thickly, "Mr. Lin, do you have any misunderstandings about me? Do you think I can be threatened?"

"Don't deny it, it doesn't make sense. I just remind you who you are going to die in next. Now ... and enjoy your last life. You have three extremely special friends coming, good night! Zhou Qingfeng hung up his mobile phone and twisted his body easily in his room.

The Guo'an female officer watched next to Zhou Qingfeng, listening to the tone and words of his call, and immediately asked: "Who are you calling?"

"A Russian, who made a fortune by reselling the huge arms inventory of the Soviet Union more than 20 years ago. He still has a bit of power in Russia. He made up the T-50 incident a dozen hours ago. Who wants to kill me? , Naturally I will not be polite with him. "

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

But the Guo'an female officer asked, "What is" you're welcome "? What are you going to do?"

Zhou Qingfeng stopped moving and crooked his head and said, "Killing people. Other people want to kill me, should I wash my neck and wait for others? Have you killed anyone?"

The Guo'an female officer has seen some materials about 'Lin Sen', but she really did not expect that Zhou Qingfeng was openly screaming for murder just when she arrived in Paris. Faced with cross-examination, she could only change the subject and said, "I'll report this situation."

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