Chapter 120： : Tang Dao's almost perfect character

St. Basil's Cathedral in Moscow is located between Red Square and the Moscow River, just a wall away from the Kremlin, a symbol of power.

Robert was wearing a white suit, with an omega in his right hand, and he didn't know how to choose a red tie, which looked particularly conspicuous. He walked into the church with a solemn face, nodded on his chest, and prayed to the cross with his hands crossed. Today is just right It was Sunday, the day of mourning for the Lord, and the church was full of people.

Maybe…

Half of them are waiting for a free lunch.

Robert walked straight to the right back, near the side door. On a bench, sat an old man in a black suit and wearing glasses. He lowered his head, holding a Bible, and the chain of glasses was dangling by his ears. He looked very much like a professor at the school, with a little smile on the corner of his mouth, looking...very gentle.

Robert just sat down next to him very impolitely. He was about to take out a piece of chewing gum from his pocket. As soon as he tore open the package, the old man next to him turned his head and closed it calmly. The greatest blasphemy."

"I don't believe in Jesus."

"Then why did you pray just now?" the old man asked back.

"I just pray for world peace."

Robert stared at the other party and said firmly.

If this kind of joke is told in Somalia, others will think he is crazy. Nicholas' most proud right-hand man, here he hopes for world peace? It's not April Fools' Day.

But who knew that the old man didn't say a word, but nodded in agreement and crossed himself on his chest, "God will hear our prayers, he loves the world." After he finished speaking, he turned his head, "Do you want to wash until Which country? America? France? Germany? Or the Vatican?"

The transition was so fast that Robert was a little dazed, pointing at the pastor who was speaking above, "Mr. Beasley, why don't you wait for him to finish?"

"Talk about your **** size! Bother me to make money."

Beasley made a gesture, "One billion rubles? We want to charge a 12% handling fee."

NMB ah!

12%, that's $3 million!

Robert really wanted to talk about Finland.

Beasley really has the capital to bid.

I heard that he is a descendant of the Russian empress, but this is basically used to pretend to be X. Nicholas II's whole family was hacked in the basement. Where did he come from? Beasley's start is also very legendary. He started selling matches in a bar. He also worked as a young and Dangerous boy for a while, but later he started the business of an underground casino.

If there is no one behind this kind of work, who can do it?

During a special period in the Soviet Union, Beasley was able to resist hard, and became bigger and bigger, and began to achieve transnational development. If the exchange did not agree, he could apply for listing.

"Okay, divide the money into four, and help me launder these accounts separately." Robert has opened more than a dozen accounts overseas, including Switzerland, Sweden, France, etc., so that when he is pulled from the list in the future, he can Hold on longer.

Beasley took the paper, looked at it, put it in his pocket, nodded, and agreed.

Robert took off the sunglasses pinned to the mouth of his suit, put them on, stood up, and walked towards the outside of the church. Diagonally opposite the church, an old-fashioned tiger headed Mercedes was parked. Several people were sitting in the car, smoking. When he came out, a white man with a crew cut in the co-pilot yelled, "Torov, is that him?"

This Torov is the East Asian man at the hotel entrance.

He poked his head over, pointed at Robert, and nodded, "Yes, that's him, Nabokov, they beat Couric."

Nabokov stared at him with a pair of eagle eyes, took a deep breath of the cigarette, his thin cheeks were bulging, and when Robert walked over slowly, he stopped smoking, threw the cigarette **** on the ground, and pushed it away. Open the door, hold a Remington M870P shotgun, pull the lower cover with your right hand, push hard, the bullet is loaded, and a shot is fired at Robert.

This distance is too close!

The employees on one side had no time to react.

Robert also felt his scalp go numb, but maybe God forbids killing in front of the church, and this shot missed? It hit the rear of a car next to it, the trunk was smashed, and the frightened car sounded an alarm.

After reacting, Robert didn't hide, shrinking his neck, and calmly drew the pistol from his waist in the next second.

His nickname is Quick Gun!

He is not a literati who is powerless. Nabokov missed the first shot. He wanted to make up for it. It was too late. Robert took out his gun and shot! All in one go.

The bullet passed through Nabokov's neck and hit the frame of the car. The employee who had also recovered, held two guns in each of his left and right hands, and shot at the tiger's head. Another employee was waiting in the car in the distance. Seeing this, he rushed up with the accelerator pedal, bumped into the tiger's head and ran up, opened the car door, and greeted with a hook: "Get in the car!"

The two of Robert slipped in without even having time to close the door. After hitting other cars blocking the way, they walked away.

1 minute!

The guards arrived. This place is too sensitive. When they arrived at the scene, in addition to Nabokov who was beaten into a sieve, three corpses were also found on the tiger's head, but they didn't know if it was Torov. Good luck, a bullet pierced his thigh, but his life was saved. The gunfire outside had already startled the worshipers inside.

Beasley raised his brows, didn't stand up, opened the Bible and read it carefully, and after a while, someone ran over and whispered something in his ear, and he frowned, "Those people belong to Tomahawk? "

"I found a tomahawk pattern on their car." The subordinate answered truthfully.

"I'm suddenly curious about my customers..." Beasley said to himself with deep eyes. He was actually curious about who that Wayne Rooney was? And from where? Where did the billion rubles come from? He never thought of cheating. Most of the people who can find him are introduced by acquaintances. He is still a moral person. The most important thing is that the amount of funds flowing out of his hands every year is as high as 10 billion rubles. Save some money, give up your reputation, and become the target of public criticism.

"Boss, do you want to check them?" the subordinate asked cleverly.

"Why check them?"

Beasley asked back, closed the Bible, frowned, glanced at him, and said in a dissatisfied tone, "We are businessmen, not paparazzi of intelligence agencies. I think you talk too much nonsense."

The subordinate shook his head, quickly lowered his head, and stopped gnawing.

"Don't be so curious. Curiosity is the least valuable thing in this world, because it will kill you." Beasley stood up and patted his subordinate's neck. Putting on the gloves, he hooked the corner of his mouth.

Anyway, if this happened, Tomahawk and the Soviet authorities would definitely investigate him.

Why do you have to get involved in it?

Beasley, an old fox, is smarter than anyone else.

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"Don't go back to the hotel!"

Robert is also not stupid, he killed someone, and with the ability of the Soviets, he found you in minutes. The question is whether they want to find you.

Although the old bear was about to die, he was still a bear, and he was still a bear when he died.

"Have you brought your passport?" He grabbed the seat with both hands, "Go directly to Ukraine."

In Kyiv, he knew that the boss had allies, and that Xiao Maozi had been dancing a lot recently, and he started to get along with the boss. There was a gossip that the two sides were already preparing to split up, so it would be okay to go by himself at this time. a while? Better than being beaten to a sieve here.

"The hotel... still has more than 100,000 dollars in cash." The employee who drove the car hesitated.

He was directly reprimanded by Robert, "If you want to die here, just pretend I didn't say it, **** it."

Seeing that he was angry, the employee shrank his head.

Robert asked them to hand in their weapons, stuffed them under the seats, and parked the car in a small alley outside the airport. As soon as he came out, he saw a few homeless men squatting on the ground begging. He moved over and walked over. Ask, "Which of you can drive?"

Several homeless men glanced, and two of them raised their hands.

"Very good, do me a favor, these two hundred dollars are yours." Robert saw a pleasing-looking man, walked over and took out two dollars from his inner pocket, put them in front of him, and got out of the car with a shake The key, "drive the car inside, you can drive it as you like, as long as you run out of gas, how about it?"

"what?"

The homeless man was a little surprised, he was so busy, he was a little bit at a loss, "Then how will I entertain you, sir?"

"Don't worry, when you stop the car, someone will come looking for you. They are my friends, so don't be afraid." Robert smiled and patted the homeless man's shoulder without disdain. Take the two employees to the airport.

"Mr. Clinton, are... are these idiots? We can sell his car." A homeless man leaned over and shouted in surprise, looking greedily at the cars in the alley, which were sold to second-hand In the car market, you can also get a few meals in exchange.

But who knew that the homeless man who got the key shook his head and grabbed the key nervously, "This is a favor that the gentleman entrusted to me. I must help him complete it. We... are poor, but we are not thieves."

This sentence angered his companions.

They don't care about anythingAnyway, they know that a few idiots handed over the car to them, isn't this just a gift to the door? They were very dissatisfied with Mrs. Clinton's infidelity. A few people went up and beat him up, snatched the keys from him, and drove off after cheering. They still had a little conscience, at least the two hundred dollars did not verb: move.

Mrs. Clinton, who fell down on the ground and managed to get up, looked at the car going away, and scratched his hair angrily, feeling very disappointed.

How...how should he explain to that gentleman?

Perhaps, this is what is destined. Being kind and keeping promises may make you feel that the society is rude to you, but also, it may inadvertently save your life. Everyone must retain more or less a part of their character. beautiful.

Just like Tang Dao...

Never betray the desire for profit!

Not many people are as direct as him.

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