Chapter 3021: At the slaughter of others

At 2 p.m., the sorrow and joy echoed over Moscow.

The Yu family will hold Yu Tianchi's funeral today in the gymnasium. Many Russian powerful people appeared in the Red Square Hall in full dress early. Russian people also spontaneously stood all over the square and the must-pass streets. The city was filled with fireworks and wreaths of flowers. Looking up at the sky, you can see the dancing snow-white everywhere.

Although Yu Tianchi is a Chinese, his qualifications and status are there, so the Russian official not only lowered the national flag, but also allowed all citizens to take a day off to mourn the King of Spy who made great contributions to Russia, allowing citizens to go to the square and the long street to send Yu Tianchi's last journey in an orderly and peaceful manner.

This is considered Russia's respect for Yu Tianchi!

"The King of Spy will be buried soon?"

In the Kremlin, which is covered with severe wind and snow, a middle-aged man in his fifties and wearing a collar without a military rank, pricked up his ears and listened to the death knell of the tower that came slowly from a distance. Then he held the information in his hand and sighed, with an expression of indescribable loneliness on his face.

He felt as sad as if he had lost something: "I and the King of Spy are old friends and old colleagues. If he hadn't reached out to save my life back then, I would have died in various cleanings, so how could I have achieved and status today? Unfortunately, I haven't shared it well with him,"

"He just gave up us!"

The energetic man with a hooked nose slowly walked to the window and looked at the noisy Red Square Hall: "The King of Spy has devoted himself to this country until his death. His military achievements are not comparable to those of his achievements. Unfortunately, I cannot attend his funeral and cannot bow to him."

"That's right! The Spy King will be moved into the National Cemetery at four o'clock."

Prime Minister Mei, who was standing behind, took a step forward and put a glass of wine in the hands of the middle-aged man: "President, I know you are inconvenient to bow. After all, Yu Tianchi is always a Chinese. Don't worry, I have already arranged it. At three o'clock, I will present a bouquet of flowers on behalf of the Kremlin."

He turned his eyes to the front of the snowflakes: "Don't worry, the Yu family will not blame you for not covering the national flag for Yu Tianchi. The Russian side has given Yu Tianchi the highest-level funeral treatment, telling the world, lowering the flag, setting a holiday, and the Prime Minister offers flowers. Yu Tianchifu has no request."

"I hope the King of Spy can get on the road with peace of mind!"

The man with a hook nose lowered his head and sipped a sip of red wine. His voice was filled with a sense of unhurricity and power: "Last Wednesday, the Spy King was still here to talk to us in a secret conversation and volunteered to go to the border to surround Zhao Heng. Unexpectedly, there was a gap between yin and yang. Zhao Heng was not dead yet, but the Spy King fell to the ground."

Prime Minister Mei sighed: "This is fate, I can't force it!"

President Pu took another sip of red wine, and a joke appeared on the corner of his mouth: "The old spy king died, which made me lose one left arm and right arm. I already felt very sad. What made me most angry was that when the country was in turmoil, Abski and others were still unable to work together to fight the enemy."

His voice cold: "Katyusha's attack, Butte's sudden death, Ye Chali's destruction, in their hearts, my suspicion is even greater than that of Zhao Heng. If Tiemujin had not determined the murderer of the spy king through the incision analysis and locked in Zhao Heng as Zhao Heng, I was afraid I would take the blame again."

"Lao Mei, do you think this is my instigation?"

Prime Minister Mei shook his head without hesitation, with an absolute respect on his face: "The President has always valued Ye Chali, and Butt is the president's nephew. Even if the president is willing to take advantage of Zhao Heng's guise, I believe you will never kill both of them!"

Speaking of this, he narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "After all, if you want to attack, you will kill Abski. How could you kill the forces of your own camp? In my opinion, this is a huge conspiracy against you. The other party wants to make us and the oligarchs in civil unrest."

Pu Dalin's voice turned cold: "Zhao Heng?"

Premier Mei picked up the bottle and poured a glass of wine for Pu Dalin, then drew out a cigar and handed it to the latter and said: "Ninety-one, although Zhao Heng fled from the mountains to Moscow and was half dead, if he could kill Yu Tianchi and Mova, he would have the ability to attack Ye Chali and Bute."

"It's just that our guess and investigation make no sense."

Premier Mei stood beside Pu Dalin, looked up at the snowflakes that were swept up in the cold wind: "Abski and others preconceived our conspiracy, so no matter how you give evidence, it is to cover up the truth. No one will believe in our innocence. The conflict between the two sides is only deep and not weak, and there is no solution!"

Pu Dalin put the cigar into his mouth, revealing a hint of unwillingness and murderous aura: "What the hell is this? It's obviously Zhao Heng's doing, but it all fell on us. Abski and the others were also stupid and cynical. They really provoked me and wiped out all the instructions."

Prime Minister Mei lit a cigar for Pudalin: "After a while, many reasons have lost their meaning when it comes to our level. But it's just an excuse to take action. Absky has long been on the blacklist in my heart, but he can't have any trouble yet."

Speaking of this, he took a step forward: "Except for countless pairs of eyes staring at this time, the most important thing is that his sickle forces gathered in Moscow to protect themselves. Once we take his life, Abu's loyalty is likely to fight with us, and the other oligarchs will inevitably rebel."

"And Moscow must not have civil strife at this time."

He whispered to remind the situation: "After all, Dongfangxiong's 100,000 border troops are already in the forefront. Western economic sanctions have been imposed, and Russia has internal strife, which will only make Dongfangxiong pick up the bargain. The latter is a person who speaks with a gun. He will never give broth when Russia is sick, but will only cut off its flesh from Russia."

A wry smile appeared on his face: "The Chinese country today is no longer the Chinese country of the past. The people cannot deceive them, and those in power are no longer weak and incompetent. They are no longer willing to be younger brothers and dream of replacing us as elder brothers at any time. This idea is despicable, but it is a reality."

Pu Dalin nodded with a cigar in his arms, then rubbed his head to cushion the annoying death knell. Then he heard Premier Mei speak lightly: "And Yu Tianchi's death is not as simple as you think. Zhao Heng, who is not familiar with the place, can he easily poke the spy Wang Qichain?"

Pu Dalin's eyes instantly condensed: "Are there any traitors?"

"That's right."

Premier Mei exhaled a long breath: "Zhao Heng is a human, not a god. It is already difficult for him to run away from Moscow from the mountains and forests. Yu Linling is chasing him at all costs. If no one allowed him to stand firm, how could he lurk in Moscow? How could he know Andutang?"

When the president vomited a sip of smoke, he did not forget to remind him: "You know, there are only a handful of people who know Mova's close relationship with Yu Tianchi! Without anyone to give Zhao Heng a guide, how could that kid find out all this in a short time? So there must be traitors in the top leaders of Moscow."

A light flashed in Pu Dalin's eyes: "You mean, the top leaders of Moscow have a chess piece of Zhao's family? How is this possible? The top Russian powerful people will collude with Zhao's family? This is really incredible. You know, this is a crime of treason, how can he collude with Zhao?"

Although he was a little excited and surprised, Pu Dalin still shook his head subconsciously, but Premier Mei's words made sense. Zhao Heng was never a god. No matter how hard he planned, he could not be so terrifying. He broke through the mountains and forests, sneaked into the Russian territory, killed Bute, slaughtered the oligarch, and destroyed the spy king.

Premier Mei moved a little, putting his body close to his close comrades, and raised his finger in the air: "So what about the Russians and Chinese? If there is any interest, there will be betrayal. Think about Yu Tianchi, isn't he Chinese yet? The older generation slaughtered his entire hometown, and he is still loyal to Russia."

"So loyalty has nothing to do with identity, it is only related to the interests in front of you."

Pu Dalin, who was holding a cigar, fell silent. He had already realized something, and then changed his subject: "If there are traitors in the top Russian officials, who do you think is the most suspicious? To be precise, which of the thirty people who appeared in the conference room is most likely to be bought by Zhao?"

"This is the message Yu Linling gave me!"

Prime Minister Mei handed the phone to Pu Dalin: "Katyusha collides with the enemy!" A smile appeared on his lips: "Yu Linling said that Katosha personally admitted that she had helped Zhao Heng. Whether it was intentional or not, it was enough to prove that she was familiar with foreign countries. It is not convenient for us to attack Absky now."

"But you can torture Katyusha first to take a part of her confession."

He smiled casually: "As long as Katyusha confesses guilty, Abu will be slaughtered!"
Chapter completed!