Chapter 114： : Introduce yourself, my name is Robert!
The wind was blowing under the eagle's feet, and the pole looked like a double shadow when running.
He roughly smashed an old-fashioned Buick lathe parked next to him with the **** of a gun. The glass was still a bit hard. It took him two or three hits before the other party couldn't resist it. In fact, the movement was too loud, of course. There were also many people watching the excitement, including the owner of the car. Before he felt distressed, he yelled twice, raised his hands and cursed, and wanted the eagle to stop.
But he was dragged back to the house.
Turning his head with red eyes, he saw a brown bear man standing upright with his mouth open, and patted his shoulder with his hand as if to comfort him, which made the car owner cry even louder, hugging the brown bear was like crying.
The brown bear's face still had a humanized lovelessness: I am heartbroken for this family.
…
In general, robbery and car theft are two different professions. After all, the professions are different.
But the Eagles seem like a skilled veteran, obviously he has experienced special training in this area.
After connecting the ignition wire and the fire wire together, and then connecting the starter wire, the car will start.
"Get rid of my sweat." The eagle wiped the sweat off his face, cursed in a low voice, stepped on the clutch, shifted gears, and started in third gear (if you learn to drive, remember, it's third gear) You don’t need to send your seat belt when you start!), however, the gas pedal was not pressed firmly, and when it rushed, it hit a Volvo in front, and another car owner upstairs howled.
As soon as the Eagle shifted back into gear, the rear bumper of the Volvo in front fell off.
He turned the steering wheel violently, and the Buick made a big circle and came to a solid stop. Eagle poked his head out, "Boss, get in the car!"
"withdraw."
Gao Jianguo patted Anzi on the shoulder. The latter protected the other person and went into the car. Just as he was about to jump in, he saw an old man hiding behind him with a headshot. It was just a shot that hit Anzi on the shoulder. , tripped, threw himself on the ground, did not climb into the car.
"Anzi, Anzi, Eagle, back off, Anzi hasn't gotten into the car yet." Gao Jianguo, who was sitting in the co-pilot, blushed.
With his shoulder injured, he rolled quickly and hid behind the rear of a car, baring his teeth and sweating coldly.
He relied on the strength of his arm with one hand, and the blue veins on that forearm could be clearly seen.
But when the trigger was pulled, it didn't fire.
"Grass!" Anzi cursed, his movements were very neat, he bent one leg to clamp the gun body, the other hand ejected the magazine, then reloaded a new magazine, pulled the bolt with his back hand, and finally raised the gun to shoot. This set of movements can be seen as a textbook perfection.
"Anzi, get in the car." Gao Jianguo opened the car door and signaled. The latter swooped down and slammed his head into the door with his hands hanging.
Buzz buzz!
The engine roared, and the pointer on the instrument panel was climbing upwards, braving black exhaust, and flew away quickly.
"Сукаблядь (Suka Bule!)."
The on-site commander was a Maozi with the rank of lieutenant jumping angrily. He lowered his head and looked at the subordinates who were injured and fell to the ground. His face twitched. There are more than a dozen people here, so... more than half of them will be killed?
He gradually calmed down, rationally telling him that this was something he could not provoke.
This group of people has obviously received professional military training, and even seeing their decisive actions when killing people, they must have fought in wars!
Then contact the wars that have occurred in recent years? Asians, the result is clear at a glance.
Now he hesitated even more, those Davaris were notoriously black-bellied.
The money belonged to the country, and his life belonged to him. There was no need to work so hard, but the most basic cover-up was necessary. He directed the rest of the people to send the wounded to the hospital, while he waited until the special forces arrived.
"Anzi! Anzi!?" An anxious shout sounded from the backseat. Gao Jianjun turned his head in a panic, and saw Anzi clutching his wound, his face turning pale.
"Boss, you can't go on like this, you have to take out his bullet."
"Don't I know?!"
Gao Jianguo roared, his face grim, and he clutched the handle tightly, "Go to the old warehouse."
Eagle nodded in response, and specially chose that kind of small road to drive. They have rich anti-reconnaissance experience. For a certain distance, they abandoned their cars and walked.
…
A story was published in the Soviet Union Newspaper.
A group of gangsters attacked the National Bank on Arbat Street and robbed 30 million rubles!
Robert was wearing pajamas, sitting on the balcony of the suite, put the "Izvestia" on the table, and took a sip of Coke.
robbery?
He felt that this was the most untechnical thing.
And 30 million rubles, you can't exchange it for US dollars at all, if it is in the black market, it will shrink by at least dozens of times!
This amount of money may not be enough to cover the company's expenses for two months.
He suddenly understood that Tang Dao had said something to him.
"The inferiors sell their lives, the middle ones sell their brains, and the upper class sells the middle and lower ones!"
"Stupid." Robert shook his head with a smile, stood up, walked around the room, and sprayed some perfume on his body in front of the mirror. In fact, he was very repulsed by this, but don't those upper-class people with bad tastes have this smell? , put on a suit, and combed his hair.
Looking in the mirror, he is still a little handsome, very much like a boxer named Shan Shan that he met back then, maybe, if he can make his debut, he will rely on his looks for a living.
Robert blew on his bangs, and walked out the door. Outside, the two employees were also dressed very cleanly, with their beards hanging down on purpose. Coupled with that side face, they could make a woman scream.
"Is there an appointment?"
"Okay, Deputy Governor of the National Bank, Kamenev West Braling." An employee replied.
Robert frowned, "Why doesn't this name look like a Soviet?"
"I heard he has French genes."
The blood of capitalism has begun to occupy Mao Xiong's cerebral cortex, I'm afraid... he is really sick.
They made an appointment at a "Катюша." mansion.
The translation is Katyusha.
This is located on the west side of Manesh Square. It is rumored that it was established by several military officers in June. Later, more and more people joined. They shouted the slogan "Ulla! Long live Russia" and charged towards the Germans. After the war, To commemorate them, this mansion was left and has been preserved to this day.
After decades of ups and downs, this is one of the favorite places for Russian soldiers.
Because, here they can feel the glory of their parents and the glory of the past.
This is not for everyone. Veterans are free, and those who are in service need to show a certificate. Outsiders need to pay 50 dollars, and the price of drinks inside is extra, and they cannot bring their own drinks.
This kind of overlord treaty is very dissatisfied. I heard that some people made trouble and fought a few times.
But still nothing changed, indifferent.
After paying $150, Robert and others walked in under the guidance of the attendants.
It's nothing special, but to say it's different, there are so many weapons hanging on the walls here, Makarov, etc. You can see old soldiers wearing old-fashioned military uniforms with military ranks on their chests everywhere, with white hair and carrying drinking.
They still seem to be silent in their former glory days.
"Three, Mr. Kamenev is inside." The attendant led him to a private room in the depths and knocked softly on the door twice. He waited for someone inside to respond, then he pushed open the door and stepped aside to let in.
Robert met Kamenev, a... bald Mediterranean man with a slightly normal build, compared to other Soviets.
The other party was also looking at him unscrupulously, looking up and down, and gradually frowned.
"Mr. Kamenev, it is a pleasure to meet you."
"Mr. Wayne?" Kamenev said, reaching out and shaking his hand.
Wayne Rooney is Robert's pseudonym.
You definitely can't use your real name for this kind of thing.
He pursed his lips and nodded with a smile, "We have contacted on the phone."
"Please sit down." Kamenev gestured with his hands outstretched, and sat down unceremoniously. He helped Robert and the others pour vodka and held it up. "Toast to the guests from afar."
This old man drinks alcohol at every turn.
And... there's nothing a drink can't fix.
At the beginning, orders worth hundreds of millions of RMB were all based on alcohol. For them, friends who can drink are friends, unlike those Indians. Because of their religious beliefs, they rarely drink alcohol with a certain degree of alcohol, but at that time Big Brother is powerful, so they can only pinch their noses and apologize. This kind of Ustinov's law made Soviet negotiators frightened. (Ustinov's law: the wine table has the final say!).
Robert now smells vodka and, to be honest, feels a little sick to his stomach.
The taste was too strong, but he could only pinch his nose and **** Kamenev. Fortunately, there were two employees next to him. The three of them drank so much that the other party almost fainted.
Almost didn't make it through!
"Hic~" Kamenev hiccupped, and he did not know when he was next to Robert, and he hooked his shoulder affectionately, "Davari, let's get down to business first, I heard you want to Want a loan?"
Business?
Robert was shocked, his head lightened reluctantly, he was a little conscious, he swallowed the liquid that surged from his stomach, and hiccupped, "Of course, I want to borrow..." He stretched out his mouth fingers, but thought he had said less, so he spread both hands.
"A billion rubles!"
Kamenev also stared wide-eyed, but it was only the right eye, the left eye was still the size of a sesame seed, and wine flowed from the corner of his mouth. He wiped it clean with his hands, surprised, "One billion rubles?!"
This is a big order.
I haven't even seen such a large loan amount in recent years. Of course it was himself.
He heard that another vice president had just issued a loan of 5 billion rubles.
What's the trick here...
Kamenev could think clearly even with his toes.
He deliberately made excuses, "I'm afraid this is not easy to handle."
"Don't worry, our procedures are legal, including the ore ownership certificate." Robert lowered his voice again, "Of course, there are also illegal ones, such as the Swiss bank's $2 million promissory note. What do you think?"
Kamenev's eyes lit up, UU Reading suddenly smiled like a mouse with a big head, and he kissed Robert directly on the face, "No, no, I think Davari's It's all legal! As long as you complete the procedures, I can find a way to lend you a billion rubles? Of course! For our friendship, cheers!"
"cheers!"
Robert was not sure how much the other party was bragging and how much it was true.
But now he can only choose to trust the other party.
That fellow Kamenev also wanted to see the money first, which of course was prevaricated by Robert.
Damn you, you didn't do anything, but you want to get the benefits first.
You thought you were the third brother!
…
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He roughly smashed an old-fashioned Buick lathe parked next to him with the **** of a gun. The glass was still a bit hard. It took him two or three hits before the other party couldn't resist it. In fact, the movement was too loud, of course. There were also many people watching the excitement, including the owner of the car. Before he felt distressed, he yelled twice, raised his hands and cursed, and wanted the eagle to stop.
But he was dragged back to the house.
Turning his head with red eyes, he saw a brown bear man standing upright with his mouth open, and patted his shoulder with his hand as if to comfort him, which made the car owner cry even louder, hugging the brown bear was like crying.
The brown bear's face still had a humanized lovelessness: I am heartbroken for this family.
…
In general, robbery and car theft are two different professions. After all, the professions are different.
But the Eagles seem like a skilled veteran, obviously he has experienced special training in this area.
After connecting the ignition wire and the fire wire together, and then connecting the starter wire, the car will start.
"Get rid of my sweat." The eagle wiped the sweat off his face, cursed in a low voice, stepped on the clutch, shifted gears, and started in third gear (if you learn to drive, remember, it's third gear) You don’t need to send your seat belt when you start!), however, the gas pedal was not pressed firmly, and when it rushed, it hit a Volvo in front, and another car owner upstairs howled.
As soon as the Eagle shifted back into gear, the rear bumper of the Volvo in front fell off.
He turned the steering wheel violently, and the Buick made a big circle and came to a solid stop. Eagle poked his head out, "Boss, get in the car!"
"withdraw."
Gao Jianguo patted Anzi on the shoulder. The latter protected the other person and went into the car. Just as he was about to jump in, he saw an old man hiding behind him with a headshot. It was just a shot that hit Anzi on the shoulder. , tripped, threw himself on the ground, did not climb into the car.
"Anzi, Anzi, Eagle, back off, Anzi hasn't gotten into the car yet." Gao Jianguo, who was sitting in the co-pilot, blushed.
With his shoulder injured, he rolled quickly and hid behind the rear of a car, baring his teeth and sweating coldly.
He relied on the strength of his arm with one hand, and the blue veins on that forearm could be clearly seen.
But when the trigger was pulled, it didn't fire.
"Grass!" Anzi cursed, his movements were very neat, he bent one leg to clamp the gun body, the other hand ejected the magazine, then reloaded a new magazine, pulled the bolt with his back hand, and finally raised the gun to shoot. This set of movements can be seen as a textbook perfection.
"Anzi, get in the car." Gao Jianguo opened the car door and signaled. The latter swooped down and slammed his head into the door with his hands hanging.
Buzz buzz!
The engine roared, and the pointer on the instrument panel was climbing upwards, braving black exhaust, and flew away quickly.
"Сукаблядь (Suka Bule!)."
The on-site commander was a Maozi with the rank of lieutenant jumping angrily. He lowered his head and looked at the subordinates who were injured and fell to the ground. His face twitched. There are more than a dozen people here, so... more than half of them will be killed?
He gradually calmed down, rationally telling him that this was something he could not provoke.
This group of people has obviously received professional military training, and even seeing their decisive actions when killing people, they must have fought in wars!
Then contact the wars that have occurred in recent years? Asians, the result is clear at a glance.
Now he hesitated even more, those Davaris were notoriously black-bellied.
The money belonged to the country, and his life belonged to him. There was no need to work so hard, but the most basic cover-up was necessary. He directed the rest of the people to send the wounded to the hospital, while he waited until the special forces arrived.
"Anzi! Anzi!?" An anxious shout sounded from the backseat. Gao Jianjun turned his head in a panic, and saw Anzi clutching his wound, his face turning pale.
"Boss, you can't go on like this, you have to take out his bullet."
"Don't I know?!"
Gao Jianguo roared, his face grim, and he clutched the handle tightly, "Go to the old warehouse."
Eagle nodded in response, and specially chose that kind of small road to drive. They have rich anti-reconnaissance experience. For a certain distance, they abandoned their cars and walked.
…
A story was published in the Soviet Union Newspaper.
A group of gangsters attacked the National Bank on Arbat Street and robbed 30 million rubles!
Robert was wearing pajamas, sitting on the balcony of the suite, put the "Izvestia" on the table, and took a sip of Coke.
robbery?
He felt that this was the most untechnical thing.
And 30 million rubles, you can't exchange it for US dollars at all, if it is in the black market, it will shrink by at least dozens of times!
This amount of money may not be enough to cover the company's expenses for two months.
He suddenly understood that Tang Dao had said something to him.
"The inferiors sell their lives, the middle ones sell their brains, and the upper class sells the middle and lower ones!"
"Stupid." Robert shook his head with a smile, stood up, walked around the room, and sprayed some perfume on his body in front of the mirror. In fact, he was very repulsed by this, but don't those upper-class people with bad tastes have this smell? , put on a suit, and combed his hair.
Looking in the mirror, he is still a little handsome, very much like a boxer named Shan Shan that he met back then, maybe, if he can make his debut, he will rely on his looks for a living.
Robert blew on his bangs, and walked out the door. Outside, the two employees were also dressed very cleanly, with their beards hanging down on purpose. Coupled with that side face, they could make a woman scream.
"Is there an appointment?"
"Okay, Deputy Governor of the National Bank, Kamenev West Braling." An employee replied.
Robert frowned, "Why doesn't this name look like a Soviet?"
"I heard he has French genes."
The blood of capitalism has begun to occupy Mao Xiong's cerebral cortex, I'm afraid... he is really sick.
They made an appointment at a "Катюша." mansion.
The translation is Katyusha.
This is located on the west side of Manesh Square. It is rumored that it was established by several military officers in June. Later, more and more people joined. They shouted the slogan "Ulla! Long live Russia" and charged towards the Germans. After the war, To commemorate them, this mansion was left and has been preserved to this day.
After decades of ups and downs, this is one of the favorite places for Russian soldiers.
Because, here they can feel the glory of their parents and the glory of the past.
This is not for everyone. Veterans are free, and those who are in service need to show a certificate. Outsiders need to pay 50 dollars, and the price of drinks inside is extra, and they cannot bring their own drinks.
This kind of overlord treaty is very dissatisfied. I heard that some people made trouble and fought a few times.
But still nothing changed, indifferent.
After paying $150, Robert and others walked in under the guidance of the attendants.
It's nothing special, but to say it's different, there are so many weapons hanging on the walls here, Makarov, etc. You can see old soldiers wearing old-fashioned military uniforms with military ranks on their chests everywhere, with white hair and carrying drinking.
They still seem to be silent in their former glory days.
"Three, Mr. Kamenev is inside." The attendant led him to a private room in the depths and knocked softly on the door twice. He waited for someone inside to respond, then he pushed open the door and stepped aside to let in.
Robert met Kamenev, a... bald Mediterranean man with a slightly normal build, compared to other Soviets.
The other party was also looking at him unscrupulously, looking up and down, and gradually frowned.
"Mr. Kamenev, it is a pleasure to meet you."
"Mr. Wayne?" Kamenev said, reaching out and shaking his hand.
Wayne Rooney is Robert's pseudonym.
You definitely can't use your real name for this kind of thing.
He pursed his lips and nodded with a smile, "We have contacted on the phone."
"Please sit down." Kamenev gestured with his hands outstretched, and sat down unceremoniously. He helped Robert and the others pour vodka and held it up. "Toast to the guests from afar."
This old man drinks alcohol at every turn.
And... there's nothing a drink can't fix.
At the beginning, orders worth hundreds of millions of RMB were all based on alcohol. For them, friends who can drink are friends, unlike those Indians. Because of their religious beliefs, they rarely drink alcohol with a certain degree of alcohol, but at that time Big Brother is powerful, so they can only pinch their noses and apologize. This kind of Ustinov's law made Soviet negotiators frightened. (Ustinov's law: the wine table has the final say!).
Robert now smells vodka and, to be honest, feels a little sick to his stomach.
The taste was too strong, but he could only pinch his nose and **** Kamenev. Fortunately, there were two employees next to him. The three of them drank so much that the other party almost fainted.
Almost didn't make it through!
"Hic~" Kamenev hiccupped, and he did not know when he was next to Robert, and he hooked his shoulder affectionately, "Davari, let's get down to business first, I heard you want to Want a loan?"
Business?
Robert was shocked, his head lightened reluctantly, he was a little conscious, he swallowed the liquid that surged from his stomach, and hiccupped, "Of course, I want to borrow..." He stretched out his mouth fingers, but thought he had said less, so he spread both hands.
"A billion rubles!"
Kamenev also stared wide-eyed, but it was only the right eye, the left eye was still the size of a sesame seed, and wine flowed from the corner of his mouth. He wiped it clean with his hands, surprised, "One billion rubles?!"
This is a big order.
I haven't even seen such a large loan amount in recent years. Of course it was himself.
He heard that another vice president had just issued a loan of 5 billion rubles.
What's the trick here...
Kamenev could think clearly even with his toes.
He deliberately made excuses, "I'm afraid this is not easy to handle."
"Don't worry, our procedures are legal, including the ore ownership certificate." Robert lowered his voice again, "Of course, there are also illegal ones, such as the Swiss bank's $2 million promissory note. What do you think?"
Kamenev's eyes lit up, UU Reading suddenly smiled like a mouse with a big head, and he kissed Robert directly on the face, "No, no, I think Davari's It's all legal! As long as you complete the procedures, I can find a way to lend you a billion rubles? Of course! For our friendship, cheers!"
"cheers!"
Robert was not sure how much the other party was bragging and how much it was true.
But now he can only choose to trust the other party.
That fellow Kamenev also wanted to see the money first, which of course was prevaricated by Robert.
Damn you, you didn't do anything, but you want to get the benefits first.
You thought you were the third brother!
…
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