Chapter 807 If you don’t make a profit, you will lose.
Xu Chuan re-entered the passage and returned along the original route. He was not worried about the attack now. Those people outside were all just pretending. They would definitely evacuate after Ovechkin died.
However, according to common sense, they should have retreated by now. If the delay continues, these people will not be able to leave when Minsk's rapid reaction force arrives.
There was still no one in the underground bunker. Xu Chuan took this opportunity to walk around inside. The living area here has a life support system that can provide electricity and drinking water for at least two months even if it is cut off from the outside world.
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Not only that, there are a lot of valuables stored in it. It doesn't matter if it is gold or jewelry, but what the hell are those oil paintings and artworks? They have to survive. They don't know what they are doing with these things. Xu Chuan is very worried.
Don't understand.
But this should be the real collection room of the first lady. Xu Chuan thought for a while, if he could help her move... Well, it seemed that there was not enough time.
At this time, Xu Chuan always feels that if he doesn't make any profit, he will lose money.
Looking at the countless worth of works of art, Xu Chuan could only sigh in despair. He found a marker pen from a room and used the painting skills taught by his math teacher to create secondary works on several paintings by unknown persons.
A few minutes later, Xu Chuan looked at the finished product and nodded with satisfaction, MD, I can't let myself feel like I'm at a loss alone.
After that, he reluctantly walked out of the underground bunker. The outside became more and more chaotic. The armed men who attacked here had retreated, but the security personnel found the bodies of Ovechkin and his bodyguards in the bathroom on the first floor. Everyone was
He was shot in the forehead, and the pistol that fired the bullet was in the hand of the bodyguard.
Damn, this kind of frame-up is really simple and crude. To be honest, if Xu Chuan didn't know the inside story, he would definitely suspect Mao Zi in this situation.
Therefore, Ali Taseloff's face is extremely dark now. He must be regretting not bringing enough people here. The combat effectiveness of these white people is really poor. In this situation, not even a single person from the opposite side is left.
people.
The first lady Cassandra showed shock and sadness just right. Her acting skills are really good, much better than that woman Sheila. Xu Chuan really wanted to take the video and tell her, Madam, you don’t want to either..., cough, Michael
He should be fighting for his life.
Alas, wait a minute, we can’t do the coercion series. We can do something else. That room of artworks... Oh, I just painted a few of them myself!
Xu Chuan felt that he had suffered even more losses this time and almost suffered internal bleeding.
The woman who had been in contact with Cassandra before had returned to the crowd at the Daxian Consulate. She was in normal condition, and she had no idea that all these things were caused by her.
However, this woman looked at Xu Chuan from time to time, and she probably had already reacted. The timing of his appearance was too coincidental. I wonder if what she and Cassandra said before was heard.
This cast a shadow on her mood, but now is not the time to think about it. Killing Ovechkin is not their goal, but luring their man to power is the ultimate goal.
Originally, MI6 had implemented a plan a few years ago, but that time it was sabotaged by their American counterparts. Those guys did a more thorough job and directly replaced Ovechkin with a stand-in.
At that time, Kassandra was already trying to influence Ovechkin to turn to the West, but since the United States coincided with their plan, MI6 allowed the United States to act.
After all, if successful, a substitute will definitely have a greater effect.
It's just that this year's substitute, for some unknown reason, seems unwilling to just be a substitute. He plans to become the real Ovechkin, so he has frequent contact with Mao Zi. However, America seems to have no intention of doing anything.
After the test failed, MI6 restarted its previous plan.
As Ovechkin's widow, she will gain sympathy from the general public, and her words will have a great impact. Of course, this impact will gradually weaken as time goes by.
But if she says now that she suspects Mao Zi of despicably assassinating her husband, the public's emotions will be ignited immediately.
At this time, the pro-Western candidate they trained proposed the general election in a timely manner. If some means are used, it is almost certain that he will take office.
"Rachel, where were you just now?" A staff member of the Dalian Consulate greeted the secretary who had just been transferred from Africa.
Rachel Dalton looked at the other party expressionlessly. This guy didn't ask questions knowingly, but he really didn't know that she had a mission.
After she was transferred to Bai Qianwo, this guy who considered himself a gentleman was like a peacock with his wings spread. Simply put, he just wanted to seduce her, but Rachel didn't like this kind of pampered guy.
Seeing that the other party didn't seem to want to pay attention to him, the man did not give up, "This is really terrible. Who would have thought that Ovechkin would be killed in his villa?"
The guy's face was full of terror, and coupled with the attack just now, Rachel had reason to believe that he was about to pee his pants.
"Yeah, no one thought of it, this thing is too outrageous." But she still answered like this.
At this time, the sound of helicopters came from the air outside the villa, and several huge roars were hovering nearby. This should be the arrival of Riyue Sk's rapid reaction force.
Some soldiers rappelled from helicopters to the ground and quickly established defensive positions around the villa, while other aircraft were searching for the armed men above the forest.
It's just that no one can tell whether they can be found. These people are so well-organized, it's impossible that they didn't even think of this.
More soldiers are on their way in the car, and the guests from various countries in the villa are leaving one after another. This night is really enough for them, but they have to work overtime when they go back. The impact of Ovechkin's death on Europe is still
Very big, they need to consider their policy towards me in the future.
Even who will take the blame for this incident in the end, they need to think carefully. As for who did it, it would be best if the murderer can be found. If not, then it depends on who will be unlucky.
These are all human beings, and everything points to Mao Zi, but this kind of thing is never that simple.
"Mr. Xu, what do you think about this matter?" This is Xiao Wu from the Chinese Historical Consulate standing next to Xu Chuan.
"What do I think? I'll lie down and watch." Xu Chuan glanced at him and said, "But you also have your own plan."
Since Xu Zhengyang told him not to interfere, he must have his own ideas.
"Alas, who can tell in the end about this kind of thing, but since they dare to use such dirty methods, don't blame us for not following the rules." Although Xiao Wu looked playful and smiling on the surface, he could
To give him a message for Xu Zhengyang must be of a high level.
In fact, that is what I say, but this kind of thing is actually no different from a business war. Take high-tech companies like UC as an example. Everyone imagines that their competitors are head-to-head with various high-tech and various hacking methods. In fact,
I spent 500 yuan to pay the cleaning staff across the street, and I unplugged the network cable every half hour, but I couldn't even check.
Of course, this is an analogy, mainly to illustrate that many things between countries are actually not that high-end, and are more dominated by behaviors similar to smashing glass and throwing feces on the opposite door in the middle of the night.
These guests began to evacuate in batches under the escort of Bai Ganwo's army. Then Xu Chuan discovered that his driver and loser Curtis had not returned yet, and Nikita was also missing. He could only drive the rented car by himself.
The luxury car leaves.
Fortunately, the scene was relatively chaotic and no one noticed his rather embarrassing behavior.
Luckily for Nikita, this woman got into the car of a big businessman and left calmly without causing any trouble to Xu Chuan.
And Curtis, that bastard, even turned off the phone.
And this guy is now in the forest of Riyuesk, following the traces of the team of attackers.
If Xu Chuan were next to him, he would have noticed that this guy had changed from his usual carelessness and showed a seriousness that could only appear in battle.
It was not that the party being followed did not discover him, but there was a serious dispute between these people.
"Scott, if this guy follows us again, I can only say I'm sorry." One of the armed men with his face covered was obviously the commander of the group, and he whispered to another person.
"Potter, don't even think about it." This man replied unceremoniously, and raised the rifle in his hand slightly in a defensive posture, his attitude was very obvious.
Another person held him back to prevent the two of them from conflicting, "Scott, you have to know that our mission must not be known to anyone. This will have very serious consequences."
"Of course I know, so you go first. I'll stay and explain to him that I'm a mercenary now and get paid to do things." Damien Scott looked at his companions in front of him, "But if you dare
If you do it in secret, believe me, I will definitely make you regret it."
Damien Scott and Curtis once served in the same army and were friends from life to death. Unexpectedly, they met during this mission.
Now he is employed by Branch No. 20, an external operations department under Daxing MI6, responsible for some illegal military operations abroad, commonly known as doing dirty work.
During their operation, Curtis rushed out of the darkness. Scott was thrown aside without noticing and was almost kidnapped by him.
Although this guy didn't succeed, he shot and fought with them regardless, and then they had to start taking action in advance.
And if he hadn't recognized him, his current teammates would have beaten him into a hornet's nest.
Scott had a headache. This guy clearly recognized him, so why did he still fight so hard? Is it because he hadn't paid back the money he owed him?
"Okay, but we won't wait for you. If something goes wrong, you can only take responsibility for yourself." Potter looked at the other party seriously. This was not a war game. As a commander, he must be responsible for everyone.
Scott took off his equipment directly, "No problem, I know the rules."
Without any hesitation, everyone took Scott's equipment and continued to move forward along the established route, while Scott stayed where he was.
After these people walked away, Scott shouted twice in one direction of the forest, "Come out, you bastard, you made me lose a good job."
There was the sound of footsteps rustling on the withered grass in the darkness, "You bastard can actually find a job?"
It was Curtis who was in a state of embarrassment. This guy was only wearing a suit. It was a miracle that he could keep up with this heavily armed team in this dark forest.
"Is your injury healed?" Scott felt a little funny. Now was really not a good time to reminisce about old times, but the two of them still chatted like this.
"It's okay. It seems like you're doing well. When we were surrounded by workers and guards, where were you?" Curtis came over and grabbed Scott fiercely.
Special collar.
"Fuck, don't you know, I was falsely accused of carrying DU items, and then I was kicked out of the army like a dog." Of course, Scott would not be controlled by the other party just like that. He pressed his hands on his head.
The hammer hit it.
Curtis refused to give in, and the two men struggled together inexplicably, "So, why did you, bastard, touch that thing?"
"Fuck you, I've never touched you."
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Ten minutes later, the two people who had fought were all lying on the grass with bruises and bruises. "Do you know, we were used? Do you know what we were transporting? Chemical weapons, VX gas."
They were assigned to deliver a batch of important military supplies during that battle. Scott was very curious about what needed the most elite Delta personnel to escort.
He took a sneak peek, was discovered, and was immediately kicked out of the team after a kilogram of DU was found in his closet.
"Fuck, that's one kilogram of DU products. You should know that I can't afford it." After many years, Scott was still very angry when talking about this incident.
Curtis nodded, "What you said should be true."
"Which sentence?"
"You can't afford one kilogram of DU products, even at wholesale price."
"Fuck"
It has been a long time since the incident, and although Scott wanted to find out who was framing him, he had no way of finding out.
He had been living a wandering life over the years, until a while ago, John Porter, a former SAS team member, found him. He was now working for an operations department and needed help.
That guy was no better than me. In order to rescue a contractor on the eve of the Qin Yin War, he broke into Bamu Geda and started a fight with the Workers and Guo Guards, and then lost an entire action team in the battle.
Only he and another recruit came back alive, and the other one became a vegetative state due to excessive injuries.
During the post-war investigation, it was discovered that it was because Porter let go of a little boy wearing a bomb vest that caused so many casualties.
So this guy was also kicked out of the army, and a recent re-investigation found that it was because the recruit was too nervous at the time, and accidentally injured his own team members when he fired, giving his own three consecutive critical hits, but the guy didn't say anything
To be honest, it was the bullets taken out of the vegetative man's body after his death that proved all this.
But it was too late. Porter had been decadent in self-blame for several years, and he and his wife also divorced.
Of course, Scott couldn't tell Curtis this. He just said that he took a job with a group of mercenaries to cause chaos in the area, but he didn't know the identity of the other party.
Curtis was noncommittal. The military quality of these people was very professional and they didn't look like mercenaries.
But everyone has secrets, and so did he, so he didn't ask any more questions.
"What about you, what are you doing now?" Then Scott asked the question he regretted most in his life.