The only purpose of a person who is invisible in the dark is to prevent himself from being exposed to others' eyes. Tang Yunyang is interested in such a person, especially when he mentions interests.

Anne Taylor had pulled out the 9mm version of m1911 from the quick pull-out holster on her leg. At least in her heart, Tang Yunyang was one of the main supporters that he could never lose for the future of the Russian royal family.

"Get out of the darkness, I will not warn you again!"

"Annie, put down the gun, this friend has no malice to us!"

Tang Yunyang was fully confident about the safety of officials from all countries, including Mike Lang, who were here to negotiate the safety of the camp. In the most central residential area here, no one had weapons except the army of the Chinese Federation. Therefore, when he was active in the camp, he did not even bring his own guards.

Anne Taylor put down the weapon in his hand and provided Tang Yunyang with Russian translation. But what she spoke between her and Tang Yunyang was French, as it was said before, there were not many people who knew French among the Soviet soldiers at that time.

"Yes, Mr. Tang, I have no malice!"

The people in the shadow slowly walked out of the shadow. Through the faint lights beside him, Tang Yunyang found that in front of him was the Soviet envoy who came to negotiate - Molotov.

"It's you, my envoy, what's important to you?"

Molotov came out of the darkness and his heart was "pounding". He was not worried about the pistol in Anne Taylor's hand, he was worried about other problems.

"Commander Tang, can I talk to you alone?"

Tang Yunyang looked at Molotov's eyes, which seemed a little nervous in the dark, and pondered for a moment.

"I think you think it's not convenient to talk here, so okay, Anne and I just plan to go out for a walk. If you are interested in experiencing our 'quad bike', it's a good choice for everyone to go out for a ride together at this time.

Molotov understood what Tang Yunyang meant. Even if they had some secret issues that needed to be discussed, they had to look like they had no secrets on the surface.

"It's my honor to be able to go out with you and Ms. Anne Taylor!"

Not long after, the wide wheels of five four-wheeled motorcycles called "Tortoise Son" by soldiers of the Chinese Federation raised waves of dust, and they swept out of the camp like the wind.

The desert outside the camp was still not calm. In the sky, the airships used by the Chinese Federal Defense Forces were performing night lighting missions, and the exercises of groups of "peacekeeping troops" were still not stopped due to negotiations in the camp.

The speeding tanks and armored vehicles in the desert, and the "razor" aircraft group that swept through the sky at low altitude, make these rides and inspected people feel worthy.

When the entourage of the Soviet envoy was attracted by this hot and exciting exercise, Tang Yunyang and Molotov sat on their respective "turtle sons" and began a secret conversation. At this time, Tang Yunyang's guards intentionally and unreasonably blocked the other people's sight.

"I think it's an ideal conversation venue to watch an exercise for peacekeeping forces coming to Ukraine, which is perfectly in line with its purpose for your mission."

Tang Yunyang sat Anne Taylor behind her. At this time, she was dressed as a soldier. On such a night, it was impossible to tell who Molotov was talking to. The reason why it was so troublesome was because Tang Yunyang guessed that Molotov did not represent the Soviet Union, and this conversation might represent a certain person.

Tang Yunyang's guess was right. Molotov represented Stalin. As a capable figure in Stalin's faction, although he was in a considerable position in the national political system. But if Stalin was moved down, then his future would be an unknown but I believe it would be a very tragic possibility.

This is the result of most groups in the Soviet political struggle. Therefore, although compared with Beria, he may not be so steadfast towards Stalin, but facing the cruel and ruthless Beria, he had to be steadfast. He even violated the will of the Soviet state for the sake of Stalin's future.

"Commander Tang, I want to talk to you about a business. There are some small things we need help from others!"

Tang Yunyang's eyes flashed for a moment, and he felt that things were not that simple tonight. He tried to ask Molotov in front of him.

"Are you referring to Thunder International? I don't understand, if there is anything, I believe you can easily solve this problem through a phone call unless..."

Molotov smiled and shook his head gently.

"His Excellency Commander Tang, if we know well, without your nod, Thunder International would not even fire a bullet! And if this is not your nod, I believe Thunder International would not do this anyway!"

"Thunder International" is at the outermost edge of the Chinese federal force. When the federal army is not suitable or difficult to take action, most of the affairs will be solved by them. In addition, due to the reputation of international mercenaries, they also have a lot of business in security, assassination, investigation, etc. Among this type of business, Thunder International is the most expensive organization among all its peers. Although many people in the world are speculating about what kind of relationship Thunder International has with its founder Tang Yunyang today, no one blatantly talks about this matter.

"Well, it seems that this is a big deal, or something that will have a certain impact on the Chinese Federation!"

Tang Yunyang couldn't touch Molotov's plan, although he knew that the person in front of him had a profound relationship with the Stalin Group.

"Did Stalin want to remove some people? Why didn't he choose Belia's hands to do it? What kind of problem would it be? It's really puzzling!"

Because of the failure of the war, Stalin might encounter a political winter. Is this the reason why he wants to use powerful means? In the flashing eyes of Molotov, Tang Yunyang could not get more news.

"Whatever you want, there are more Soviet driving champions who died, and there is no harm in the increasing domestic political struggle!"

After pondering for a moment, he answered Molotov, who seemed a little anxious when he was waiting for the result.

"Well, Mr. Molotov, yes, I can influence Thunder International's actions to some extent. If you want to do something, maybe you can tell me. But you have to understand that the clear goal is the reason for the mercenary organization's actions, and actions that are both mystery will not have good results!"

When Molotov heard Tang Yunyang, he felt a little relieved in his eyes.

"We need to clear some domestic stumbling blocks, and these people have a high status and are protected very strictly. Because it is of great importance, I cannot tell you what the exact goal is. I can only say that the death of this person is absolutely beneficial to the Federation of China!"

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——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— Tang Yunyang stared at the person wearing eyes in front of him. There was a certain excitement hidden under his quiet expression. What kind of major event could make this person with a "genius diplomat" look like this?

"No, Mr. Molotov, I have already expressed it very clearly. There is no way to solve the problem of both ends of puzzles, so I think you should rely on your own strength!"

After saying that, Tang Yun raised his hand and gently rotated the accelerator, and the engine roared as if he was about to leave.

"No, no! Commander Tang, please listen to me. It is very important that you don't understand this matter! Please...!"

Facing Tang Yunyang's eyes as he looked at him, Molotov made a quick and nervous stopping sound. Tang Yunyang relaxed the accelerator again in his last plea, and when he spoke to him, he was completely ultimatum.

"Then tell me, at least one end of the rope lets me know whose hand it is held!"

Molotov took out his handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the sweat that shouldn't have appeared in the night when it was already cold, and then he held his glasses.

"It's that person, the one who will be responsible for the defeat in this battle! Commander Tang, no matter what, we will pay 2/3 of the money first. No matter how expensive it is, we will pay it immediately after completing the action!"

Tang Yunyang felt the seriousness of the problem. If he just dealt with his own stumbling block, there was no need to be so complicated. Thunder International's assassination business was carried out to people in need all over the world. Of course, these businesses cannot affect the interests of the Chinese Federation. If that is the case, Thunder International will launch a backlash.

"So, Mr. Molotov, think about it again. No matter which head of the rope, I must know the exact person and his reasons. If not, go find someone else, Thunder International will not accept your employment!"

As he finished speaking, he kept calling and begging regardless of Molotov's low voice. In the roar of the "Turtle Son" engine, he carried Anne Taylor on his real drive.

"Hey, Yunyang, do you see if he said something on behalf of that Stalin? When it comes to those responsible for the war, except for Tukhachevsky, it is probably that Stalin. Do you think it is him?"

Anne Taylor put his chin on Tang Yunyang's shoulder and asked him the answer.
Chapter completed!