King of 25 Cubs

Two months later, Moscow.

The residual heat of summer and autumn faded, and the first snow fell at the end of October. The sudden drop in temperature did not calm people's restless hearts. Recently, there were two medium-sized gangsters in Izmailovo District in the east, because of land issues. strife.

The reason is that the Julu Party under the Caucasian faction crossed the border to the territory of the Razor Gang under the Slavic faction. Both parties refused to back down. The situation reached a stalemate.

The battle was on the verge of breaking out. The leader of the Julu Party and the "discipline bandit" Harvey, who was on a business trip abroad, returned home after learning about this incident. At this moment, he suddenly thought of someone: "I heard that the mediator in Izmailova District recently changed Got one?"

"Yes." Father Harvey's subordinate explained in a low voice: "The previous mediator died."

As he said that, the subordinate found out the photo on the phone: "This is the new mediator who was secretly photographed by the people below."

In various districts of Moscow, the disputes of small and medium-sized gangs can choose not to notify their own factions, but to resolve them through the coordination and intervention of outsiders. person in charge.

This big guy who is in charge of peace affairs usually has a lot of face in the society, but in recent years, the world has deteriorated, and the reasoning is always not as strong as the fist, so the mediator has gradually been replaced by a person with high force value, who will not be beaten. Intimidating and unorganized scattered people.

Papa Harvey squinted at the photo.

The previous mediator was a strong Yugoslav man with a beard and a weight of [-]. Father Harvey compared his previous impression and imagined the appearance of the new mediator, but to his surprise, the photo showed a very young girl.

The girl has snowy hair reaching her waist, wearing a fleece hat on her head, big sunglasses covering her eyes, her wrists are wrapped in bandages, and a black leather skull collar is wrapped around her slender white neck; she has a lollipop in her mouth and her legs are crossed , Martin boots stepped on the wooden bench very unruly, looking like a very wild image of a rebellious girl, but holding a book in her hand, reading eagerly.

Father Harvey carefully identified the cover of the book, and it turned out to be "Detailed Explanation of High School Mathematics (Geometry)" in English and Russian.

"..." He was speechless for a moment, and he couldn't help feeling a little contempt in his heart: "Why is she a little girl? What can a little girl do?"

The subordinate smiled wryly: "This little girl is not simple."

"What did she do?"

"She wiped the AK against the Black Arrow Party by herself, killed the previous mediator of the Izmagwa district, and hung the mediator's bloody body outside the window of the judge of the district court. The next day the judge Take the blame and resign, and the next day, the nanny found that he committed suicide by taking poison at home, but it is hard to say whether it was suicide or homicide, the autopsy showed that it was more like someone choked his neck and fed the poison|drug."

"Because of this incident, she became famous among the gangsters in Izmailova District. There were a few low-level gangsters who were not clear about her looks and wanted to do something. In the end, the bodies of these people were all exposed. On the street, and it's clearly been eaten by wolves."

In the end, the subordinates concluded: "In short, this girl has a fierce attack and a wild personality. She is not easy to control and no one can beat her. She has become the new mediator of the Izmagwa District."

"Just by herself? Sweeping out a small gang?" Father Harvey asked in surprise.

He glanced at the math textbook on the photo, and felt that he didn't see it, so he looked away: "How did they mess with her?"

"I don't know, I haven't found out yet... But it seems to be related to what happened on her way to Moscow."

Father Harvey tapped the screen with his fingertips, lost in thought, and raised his head after a while: "What's the girl's name?"

"Niugulu Maria."

Father Harvey looked confused: "Which place is Niu Colu's surname? Why haven't I heard of it?"

"do not know……"

"Forget it, it's not important, I just want to know where I can find her?"

"Uh...she's selling nesting dolls at the flea market near the Guerrilla Street subway station."

Father Harvey stared: "What are you selling?"

He thought that "matryoshka" was some kind of lingo, referring to some new type of drugs or nuclear weapons materials.

The subordinate embarrassingly pointed to the round and gaudy decorations full of ethnic characteristics on the bookshelf: "It's that... Matryoshka. She said that being a mediator is just a part-time job, and her main business is still selling dolls, although I also do I don’t know what fun it is to sell dolls.”

Father Harvey turned his head, and the exquisitely carved matryoshka doll with the designer's signature on the bookshelf was "staring" at him intently, with an inscrutable smile hanging on the corner of his blood-red lips.

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"Selling dolls! Three hundred rubles a piece, five hundred rubles for two! Cheap dolls—"

A wave of tourists came to the flea market, and they looked like they were stupid and rich, so I hurried over with the biggest doll on the stall.

"Why are you crowded!?" The female stall owner who also sold dolls gave me a hard look, and then said to the tourists with a smile on her face: "Buy my dolls, the quality of my dolls is good, and they are all handmade by local craftsmen. Make it, buy one and take it home for the relatives’ children to play with.”

"She lied. The dolls on the stall here are all produced in Harbin, China, and they come out of the factory assembly line. The handmade dolls are signed by the designer, and each is worth tens of thousands of rubles." I raised my voice, very He shouted frankly: "I am the most honest person in business, won't the boss come and see my products?"

In the end, because of my honesty, those tourists didn’t buy a single set of dolls, but went to the stall next door to buy Da Lieba and red sausage, which were also produced in Harbin.

The female stall owner snorted slightly, her eyes mocking: "What's the good of being honest? If I can't sell the goods, you can?"

I smiled and replied, "It doesn't matter if I sell it or not, if you can't sell it, I win."

"How do you harm others but not yourself?"

I stuck out my tongue: "I am willing, who asked you to steal business from me!"

The stall owner turned away angrily, still cursing, I watched her disappear completely before my eyes, and ran to the next-door stall selling red sausage and Da Lieba like a thief.

"Happy cooperation, don't forget to give me [-]% of the income~"

I gave him a high five and called out his name: "Pushkin."

This guy was Fyodor's subordinate in the first week, but now, he probably hasn't had contact with Fyodor yet.I really didn't expect that before he became a member of the House of Death, his job was to set up a stall in a flea market, and his business was particularly poor.

Pushkin, whose business has improved a lot recently, scratched his mohawk head, his potato-like face was full of tangled and complicated: "Is this okay?"

"You don't understand that, you know a lot about business."

I sat back in my booth, raised my foot to step on the bench, and picked up the math book casually.

It is only a few months away from the college entrance examination, and I always remember the sad fact that I am still a candidate.

Pushkin: "I wanted to ask...why do you always read this math book?"

"In this world, relatives will abandon you, friends will betray you, only mathematics will not."

Without raising my head, I said, "Because if you don't know mathematics, you won't know it."

"...so what, will knowing math make my business better?"

Pushkin muttered softly.

"Don't underestimate mathematics. Learning mathematics well will help you do business. Why do you think I can do business better than you?"

I said seriously, "It's because I'm better at math than you!"

"Really, really?" Pushkin glanced at my book again.

I generously took out another textbook "Detailed Explanation of High School Mathematics (Algebra)" and stuffed it into Pushkin's hand: "Come and study with me."

Pushkin hesitated to take the book, and I ignored him. I took out my mobile phone and took a picture of a practice question I didn't know, and sent it to the chat group of [Caring for the Empty Nest Laotuo].

[Niu Colu·Maria: @我想有一个家庭, this question will not. 】

After a moment:

[I want to have a family: the formula used in this question is XXXXXX, when solving the problem, pay attention to the change of odd and even...]

Sigma directly wrote out the problem-solving ideas.

Online one-on-one tutoring by a former professor of Dongda University, you deserve it~

In the past two months, I have spent almost all of my time selling dolls and studying for exams.

Two months ago, I arrived in the UK on a ship bound for Europe from Yokohama. Since I was already on the international wanted list at that time, I chose the easiest mode of transportation that can exploit loopholes and can be attacked or defended—the train.

The Eurostar train I took traveled from London to Moscow via Cologne and Warsaw.

To be honest, the journey was not smooth.

When passing through the Brest Central Railway Station in Belarus, because Belarus and Russia have different track widths from most European countries, the carriages need to be hoisted by a crane to replace the wheels.At that time, border officials were checking passengers' passports and visas and whether they contained smuggled items on the train. Fortunately, I was prepared and no problems were detected.

Just next door to me, an American boy with yellow hair was detained. Border officials said he was carrying a large number of exotic plants. He tried hard to explain that they were grapes growing on him. To prove himself, he even performed "big change" on the spot. Zhou Shuren".

But the exotic plants that grow on people are also considered exotic plants. The border officials asked him to get out of the car for investigation. This little brother seemed to have something hard to say, and he didn't want to waste time here.

The two were arguing. I was short on hand at the time, and secretly picked a grape. I wanted to taste the difference between the grapes grown on this man's body and the ones grown in the soil, but the little brother found out.

He swished his head back, stared at me for a while, and suddenly pointed at me and shouted: "There is an international wanted man here!"

I:"??!!!"

The border officer's attention suddenly turned to me.

I don't know how to describe the scene, it was quite chaotic anyway, and finally Brother Putao and I dismantled a train carriage before escaping to heaven.

Of course, the train compartments were mainly dismantled by the little brother Putao. I am such a low-key and connotative person, I can’t do the immoral thing of dismantling the train.

In short, we didn’t know each other, we owed each other, we owed each other, and we still had something to hide, and our destination was Moscow, so the two of us decided to steal a car and go on the road together.

The grape boy called himself "John", and we had a good chat along the way. He invited me to eat a lot of grapes he had grown, not to mention quite sweet.

I thought we had become friends, but one day I suddenly lost consciousness after eating grapes. When I woke up again, I found that I had been sold by John to a gangster specializing in human trafficking and pornography.

What annoys me the most is that he sold it very cheaply, only [-] rubles!Such a well-deserved top card of mine only sells a nesting doll for the money, which is insulting me!

The population in Eastern Europe|Trade is quite rampant, what can I do at that time, fight.

So I wiped out the gang with an AK and ruined their entire business chain.

"Don't let me see that 'Zhou Shuren' again." I said bitterly to the system: "If he dares to appear in front of me again, I will insert him upside down into the soil and make him a vine forever!"

Since then, grapes have been promoted to my most hated fruit, bar none.

By the way, it was widely rumored that I killed the mediator of the Izmagwa district and, by the way, the judge of the district court, but I did not do these things.I suspected that Fyodor had done something and blamed me, so I waited for him to come to me.

It turned out that two months had passed, and I hadn't even seen him.

[Host, don't you plan to take the initiative to find him? 】

"No." I turned a page of the book and said very Buddhistly, "It's just fine if he doesn't come to see me. It's best that Mr. Natsume settles everything and he doesn't show up."

While talking, the phone beeped, and there was a new email in the mailbox.I took a closer look, stood up and said to Pushkin, "I have a new part-time job, please help me look at the stall."

"When will you come back?"

This time, there was also a quarrel between the two organizations. According to past experience, it might take three to five days.

Pushkin was quite unhappy when he found out: "What will happen to my business once you leave?"

"No, little brother, how did you live before I came? I have only helped you for so long, and you forgot how to walk independently?"

I just muttered something, when a shadow suddenly appeared above my head, and a few tall and burly Russian men appeared in front of my stall, looking at the visitor with a hostile look: "Are you Niu Colu Maria?"

I squinted my eyes.

Most Russian gangsters have tattoos that symbolize the factions of the organization, and they are usually tattooed on the exposed skin, and some are even exaggerated, tattooed on the face and bald head, for fear that others will not know which side they are from.

It can be seen from the tattoos of these people that they are not members of the Izmailovan gang.

The concept of gang territory is very strict, and they will not easily go to other districts to find trouble, so as not to cause misunderstanding.These few people deliberately cross-districts to find me, although they don't know why, but they always feel that something is wrong.

Could it be that Fyodor did something again and let me take the blame?

"What about you!"

I was rudely pushed on the shoulder.

All right, if someone makes trouble for me, I will make trouble for his future subordinates.

"No, I'm Pushkin." I pointed to Pushkin at the booth next door, and said, "He's Niu Colu Maria."

Pushkin: "Wait, what are you talking about? I'm um—"

I calmly drew my gun, and put it on the back of Pushkin's waist without a sound.

Pushkin: "...I am Niugulu Maria."

Several strong men looked at the two of us suspiciously, and after exchanging glances, the leader waved his hand: "Take them all away!"

"No, what does this have to do with me? I'm just an innocent passer-by! That's all!"

Pushkin wanted to cry but had no tears.

"I'll give you a poem." I patted Pushkin on the shoulder, cleared my throat, and recited emotionally in cadence: "If life deceives you, don't be sad, don't be impatient, because the more fucking days are coming Waiting for you ahead!"

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