Chapter 812: If you don’t make a profit, you lose money (please collect and recommend and vote)

Chapter 812: If you don’t make a profit, you lose money (please collect and recommend and vote)

Xu Chuan re-entered the passage and then returned along the original route. He was not worried about the attack at all now. The people outside were all just pretending. They would definitely evacuate after Ovechkin died.

But according to common sense, they should have retreated by now. If they delay any longer, these people will not be able to leave when Minsk's quick reaction force arrives.

There was still no one in the underground bunker. Xu Chuan took this opportunity to walk around inside. The residential 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. .

Not only that, there are a lot of valuables stored in it. It doesn't matter if it's gold or jewelry, but what the **** 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 helped her move... Well, it seems that there is not enough time.

At times like this, Xu Chuan always feels that if he doesn’t make any profit, he will lose money.

Looking at the artworks of unknown value, 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.

Afterwards, 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.

　　　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 Taselov'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 one 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 should I will fight myself tooth and nail.

　　Oh, wait a minute, we can’t do the coercion series, we can do something else, that room of artworks... Oh my, I just painted a few of them myself!

Xu Chuan felt that he had suffered even more losses this time and almost had 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 she was responsible for all these things.

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 people to power is the ultimate goal.

MI6 originally 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 substitute.

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 Maozi. 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 very large impact. Of course, this influence will gradually weaken as time goes by.

But now if she says 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 a general election in a timely manner. If some means are used, it is almost certain that he will be elected.

“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 she had a mission.

　　After she was transferred to Baidanwo, this guy who considered himself a gentleman was like a peacock with his wings spread. Simply put, he just wanted to flirt with her, but Rachel didn't have a good impression of 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 panic, and coupled with the attack just now, Rachel had reason to believe that he was about to pee his pants.

"Yes, no one thought of it. This is too outrageous." But she still answered.

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 Riyuesk'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.

No one can tell whether they can be found or not. These people are so well-organized that it is impossible that they have not thought 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 later.

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 is 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 asked 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 a high-tech company like UC as an example. Everyone imagines that competitors are going 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 very high-level, 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 **** 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 shameful behavior.

Fortunately for Nikita, this woman got into a car with a 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, tracking the group 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 only appeared 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 masked armed men, who was obviously the commander of the group, whispered to another person.

"Potter, don't even think about it." The man replied unceremoniously, and the rifle in his hand was slightly raised in a defensive posture, his attitude was very obvious.

 Another person pulled him 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 "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 I haven't paid back the money I owe him?

"Yes, but we won't wait for you. If something goes wrong, you can only be responsible 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."

 Everyone did not hesitate at all, 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."

The sound of footsteps rustling on the withered grass was heard in the darkness, "You **** 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 the other person's hands on his head. The hammer hit it.

Curtis didn't give in, and the two people struggled together inexplicably, "So, why did you touch that thing, you bastard?"

 “Fuckyou, I’ve never touched it.”

 …

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 the Genyin War. Scott was very curious about what needed the most elite Delta troops to **** them.

 He took a sneak peek, was discovered, and was 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 matter.

Curtis nodded, "What you said should be true."

 “Which sentence?”

“You can’t afford one kilogram of DU products, even at wholesale price.”

It has been a long time since the incident happened. Although Scott wanted to find out who was framing him, there was no way to find out.

He has been living a wandering life over the years, until some time ago, John Porter, a former SAS team member, found him. He is now working for an operations department and needs help.

That guy was no better than me. In order to rescue a contractor on the eve of the Gen Yin War, he broke into Bamu Geda and started a fight with the Workers and Fruit 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 Porter let go of a little boy wearing a bomb vest, which 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. He accidentally injured his own team members when he fired, and gave his own people three consecutive critical hits, but this guy didn't say anything. To be honest, it was the warhead 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 divorced his wife.

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 did not look like mercenaries.

But everyone has a secret, 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.