Chapter 32: Villains
Easy Dust returned to his lair, Phil and the others also happened to enter the door, Easy Dust looked at the two of them with hopeful eyes, Phil shook his head apologetically and said, "Boss, there's no wind of anything, the London Magistrate's Court doesn't know of any wind of anything, and doesn't know of any cyber aspect of the arrests at all either."
Easy Dust grumbled, "Incompetent guy, Phil, from now on, reduce the money you give this guy by 20% every month, just tell him that I'm very dissatisfied with his ability to do his job, eh?"
Phil folded his arms, "As you wish, boss."
Gore asked, "Boss, any news?"
Easy Dust nodded and led the men into the underground chamber before gloating a bit, "Good news, good news, Jester, tell our dear Mr. Twin."
Jester burst out laughing, "It's wonderful, our dear Mr. Chekov, is now being tortured at Vauxhall Bridge. What do you think the British agents of Military Intelligence will use against our Chekov? Poisonous beatings? Electroshocks? Injections of special drugs? Or noise torture? Oh, our poor little Chekov lamb, he'll be out of luck this time, who told him to always say damn God, damn God on weekdays?"
Phyllis gave him a cross look, "Jester, do you have any respect for God at all?"
Jester retorted, "That's right, that son of a bitch God, I always say that, but I'm confident that I won't get caught by the Military Intelligence."
Easily dusted gently kicked Jester and said, "Forget it, God the old guy is pretty pathetic too, so stop cursing people all the time. Aha, I guess we need to get ready for action and put our Mr. Chekov out of his misery soon, damn it. I hope the man we rescued is still a live one, I don't want any parts missing from him."
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Phil said quietly, "You're just afraid that the agents who deserve to live will kill Chekov and the others, and then set up the charges at random. You get wind from the court that outside, Parliament is very unhappy with certain sectors throughout the United Kingdom, because the financial markets are still in the quiet."
Easy Dust nodded, "The old Velen guy also said about this possibility, the British are used to covering up their incompetence with their own forged evidence, so for Chekov's safety, as well as our own, and for the sake of the tens of billions of dollars from the British government that we can enjoy with peace of mind in the future, we need to get Chekov out of the way. Any comments?"
The men shook their heads, and Fili asked with bad curiosity, "Boss, now you guys have no less than a lot of money?"
Easy Dust laughed strangely, "Now? When we left China, that group of Russians had scraped away nearly 50 billion from the hands of the British government, after deducting the cost of advance preparations, after deducting the cost of the operation and all the expenses probably occupied less than 2%, and then we and Mr. Plouffe shared 40% of it, how much do you say? We take up 20% of the fifty billion..."
Jester asked, disgruntled, "Doesn't it say you get 50%? Where's the 60% of the total?"
Yi dust looked at Jester, shook his head and said: "Jester, Jester, you have to always care about our business, Mr. Plouffe's capital, there are 60% from his back forces, he must give those people 60% of the profits, understand? Don't you think the current 10 billion dollars can satisfy us?"
Jester rolled his eyes, "10 billion dollars? Is that much less?"
No one wanted to pay attention to this Jester who had no concept of numbers, Yi Chen instructed, "Mr. Phil, notify Kane to come back here immediately, I need him and his subordinates to formulate an effective plan to attack the Vauxhall Bridge, we need to try our best to rescue Chekov, if we can't fish him out, at least we need to destroy the evidence, do you understand? Take out every technician they have that can falsify evidence, and that's our victory."
Phil flew down slowly, Yi dust quickly leaned under the sofa, thickly said, "Jester, may fake need to resort to my murderous kung fu. You guys can't delay, as slow as possible to show off your plan, Minghei? Tell Kane you need a refined, finished ugly plan that doesn't require too little violence, after all, Vauxhall Bridge is in the center of London, and there's no way to run away from a fake fight."
Jester perked up and bounced up and down the room, saying viciously, "Don't worry, boss, I'll take out everyone I see. But what if Chekov has already told about us?"
Yi dust silent for a while, quickly raised his head and said: "said out there is no way, see in the future so many years of friendship under, fishing him out, give him a sum of money to pension, you leave off the United Kingdom. I hope the British did not give Chekov under the sentence, this big son can not carry."
At this moment, the British agents did not give Chekov torture, because Chekov their performance to make all the agents are startled, afraid of so screwed them, have no choice but to carry out Mr. David's order, with other gentle means to deal with Chekov them.
This is a small pink room, although there is no window, but no pink huge small curtains to hide this defect, four or five oddly shaped sofas look like randomly placed under the sky, the center of the room is not a huge small, pink, can let the whole person sink back outside of the crib, a burst if there is a burst of music from the corner of the outside out of the unknown. Chekov is lying in this **.
A glass of wine, which had been mixed with some ecstasy and aphrodisiacs, was poured down by Chekov, who regarded wine as his life, and then a pretty blonde woman with a body, face, hair and eye color that could be called perfect walked in. A set of black tights with a high open neckline showed a weird s**t power on her body.
Chekov's extremely bad color nature was revealed in doubt, and he didn't even need the glass of wine as a catalyst yet, his upper body had already undergone some kind of polychromatic change, and his two glazed eyes were staring at the ugly man who looked no more than his early twenties, salivation almost hanging down from the corners of his mouth.
This chick knows the psychology of certain perverted men very well, gently approaching Chekov, but just outside of Chekov's reach, her two turquoise eyes threw a few winks at Chekov, slightly bending her body sideways, intentionally accentuating her own fascinating body shape, and then gently said, "This gentleman, how are you, my name is Madeli. "
Chekov licked his lips and said with a gluttonous image, "Madely? Oh, the next emperor who deserves to live, why isn't my name Maria? Earth, earth, you are not so beautiful, you should be named after the Virgin Mary, oh, to you to say, you are not the Virgin Mary, Jesus is not your son is also bad, not my lover is also, men, baby, go, comfort you, in this ghost of heaven in two places, you bones are aching to go, deserve to live, this group of iron face finally do a thing you are lowly happy."
Without saying a word, Chekov pulled down his pants, and under the urgency of the aphrodisiac* drug that was gradually beginning to kick in, tore his top and dove for it.
Madalie dodged Chekov's pounce heavily and tightly, circling the room around the couches while Chekov chased her alive like a good wolf. Mademoiselle laughed, "Oh, my dear, slow down, slow down, is there nothing to prevent you from chasing you down?"
Chekov's fingers kept touching Madely's body, after slightly feeling the tenderness of her skin for a while, only to be dodged by her quickly, Chekov did not stop dead chasing Madely, but a certain part of his own body changed, just as Madely said, hindering Chekov's action, running is not so flexible. And those psychedelic* potions are starting to take effect, Chekov's complexion is a bit confused.
Chekov screamed up, "****, I'm such a bitch, let my old man catch me, have to fuck me alive, ****." A series of ugly greetings poured out at Madelye, who nearly snapped with her eyebrows raised, and Wei, who was watching the scene through the monitors, couldn't help but groan.
One of the agents cursed, "This blasphemous bastard, chief, let's just finish him off."
Xiao Wei cursed, "Finish him off? Bad, kill him and the SCOTUS can kill you, **** what are you going to tell them? ***, now your treasury has lost seventy billion joules of gold, do you know if that's a concept? Seventy billion U.S. dollars, turned into a bubble by the stock and financial exchange market. Live, Mademoiselle. Mademoiselle, do you hear me? Give the big boy a little sweetener, well, give him a little sweetener, and then corner him while he's ***."
A guy next to David wearing a white lab coat and shivering a bit nervously said smugly, "Don't worry, chief, the potion that guy drank is our newest product, it can tell him what he *** as a child while in a daze. Hey, hey, the potency is pretty darn good."
Madely pretended to lose her footing and fell under a circular couch, Chekov flew slowly out of his own clothes and pounced down, screaming out of the corner of his mouth, "Oh baby, your body is too delicate and strong to be doing all this strenuous physical exercise, make you bad bad heart me."
With a few 'snickers', the tights on Madely were torn to shreds by Chekov, followed by a colorful rush of aggression.
As Wei and the others watched through the monitors, watching a dummy performance of whether or not it was a 'sex-education movie' according to Chekov, Madely gave it her all, just begging for the guy with the long salivating drool hanging down from the corners of his mouth to give it an early finish.
Chekov, soulful, muttered to himself, "Baby, you're the prettiest woman I've ever fucked, how do those what's-her-name high-class prostitutes, ****ing thousands of pounds a night, compare to you?"
Madely, who was struggling to cope with Chekov, almost fainted with anger, actually treating herself, a specially trained agent, as that kind of man? The Russian ghost who deserved to live. The command of Xiaowei went out from the headset, and his voice was stern: "Madely, ask questions, take advantage of the fact that he is now completely lost, ask questions. ****, what am I doing? You're going to send me to the embassy in Africa if I don't finish the mission."
Madelyn gave David a few secret greetings and thought reluctantly, "I'm being tortured here and you guys are watching me get my ass handed to you? Damn, a bunch of assholes, men in MI, all assholes."
Could it be that outside her mouth, she had spat out a petal-like, gentle question, "Kiss hate, oh, I'm bad awesome, oh, Shimodei ah, you're going to fly. Do I do what for?"
Chekov subconsciously said, "Me? I'm the guy who gives Europe the red light for internet communication, oh we are God, we are Jesus Christ, in the internet we are God, we can do anything.... ***, you sons of bitches, plus you bitches, you actually used the apparatus that spies on the whole world against us, ****, if I had such an apparatus, I could return your government to a primitive society."
Madely heard a little bit of the spectrum, excitedly wrapped her arms around Chekov loosely, and even idly asked, "So, what instruments do we use to make your government go back to the original final society? Well, pro hate, I'm fake awesome, false in too awesome."
Before Chekov could reply, Chekov let out a yelp before the creaking of the couch and jetted off completely, followed by a head lolling and falling asleep.
Wei slammed his fist hard under the table behind his face and growled up, "That bastard, ****, either you want to keep them to deal with that bunch of scumbags down there or you're going to finish him off right now. ***, Madely, try again, see if he's still conscious?"
With a belly full of rage, Madely kicked Chekov away, pulled up a white sheet wrapped around her body, and snarled in the direction of where the camera was, "Awake? This asshole, didn't last five minutes and then it was gone, damn, damn, oh, this is the most disgusting creature I've ever seen.... Damn..."
Kobayashi stuck his hands back in his pants pockets and flew around the surveillance room a few times going back and forth in slow motion, good and hard, "Gentle tactics? Very bad, this big son whether a colorful ghost, last time, give him ten times the combined amount of aphrodisiac ** potion, tie him to **, let Madely beside stripped naked to ask questions, you see if he said."
About three hours later, Chekov woke up contentedly, looked at the four indifferent agents in front of him, and said with a smirk, "I know what you guys are doing, attracting me with beautiful women, wanting me to say what you want to hear, but then, this, you guys didn't give me enough to pay for it, and I won't cooperate with you guys no matter what."
The young guard darted back slowly and asked Chekov, "What price do I want? Immunity? Money? A villa? A Swiss passport? You name it, see, everything is bad negotiable."
Chekov looked brazenly at David and **smiled**, "Ah, you're their leader? I know, huh, very simple request, that Madely just now, and the beautiful agent who interrogated me last time, both of them play with me at the same time, I will tell you all I know, I guarantee you will be satisfied. Don't be in a hurry, I'll give you a couple hours to think about it, I can't afford to come back a second time right now."
Xiao Wei's face changed pointlessly, exhaled deeply, looked hard at Chekov for a few moments, flew slowly out of the room that drove him crazy, just went out, kicked the door of the room down, Xiao Wei roared up, "****, this son of a bitch mutt, what does he take this out here for? A whorehouse? Deserves to live."
A group of subordinates looked at him helplessly, one of them only said bravely after a long time, "Head, this is a villain, I'm sure, he's an unabashed villain, a real son of a bitch."
The little guard suddenly sank up and said quickly, "Then, pray, do we think that Eliza would talk if she would accompany him once?"
The hands looked at each other, not knowing how to answer.
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Sally sat on the sofa in the parlor, carrying a dozen or so flying daggers in her hands, throwing them one by one at a target ten meters away, hitting the red heart in all of them, then walking over, pulling off her flying daggers, and sitting back down on the sofa, the wooden look still on her pretty face.
Kane and other people biased in the formulation of plans to sneak attack, Phil, Gore in the inspection of weapons, Phyllis came downstairs to take a nap to come, Jester paralyzed in the parlor under the sofa to suck a small hemp, easy to dust have chatting turned on the hands of the newspaper, one hand hit under the calf of the Jester, asked him in a high voice: "I **** bought such a chick, the results of what use are nothing nothing. What the hell do I need her for?"
Jester glanced at Yi Duan and shrugged his shoulders, "Boss, can you believe it? I only bought her because I was soft-hearted for a moment. It's rare for me to be soft-hearted."
Yi Dust slapped his forehead and groaned, "Earth ah, I'm an asshole, soft heart? Bad, bad, bad, how did I talk to her? Hmm?"
Jester said irresponsibly, "She swore not to tell anything she saw, and she doesn't dare to, boss, just keep a freeloader. I don't know what to make her do."
Yi Dust then gestured a middle finger behind Jester's face, Jester rolled up his upper eyes and lightly new to lie up and suck on a small hemp.
Yi dust walked to Sally's body, one hand caught a just shot flying knife, in front of Sally crouched down.
Sally no point fear of looking at Yi dust, lips still old half ground, this only squeezed out a few words: "Boss, you. Noon bad."
Yi dust nodded, took all the flying daggers in Sally's hand, gently shook them, still on the sofa, stroked her forehead with his hand and said, "Jester bought you, in a sense, you are his slave, he is your master.... Well, but Jester, as you can see, is a roguish scoundrel himself, and he can't possibly give you any instructions on what to do or ask you to do."
Sally nodded motionlessly, her wooden eyes looking at Yi Duan.
Easy Dust said softly, "I don't know how you joined that damned guerrilla, nor do I know what you have suffered in it, but, at the very least, you are in London now, and you are in my nightclub which is my home, and I am willing to see you as one of my subordinates rather than a puppet that Jester bought back."
Yiduan then said, "Listen to you, you see that I do not have a good kung fu, so you can give me a chance, I can participate in this line of silence, as one of your subordinates, Jester's deputy to participate in this line of silence. I hear bad, is this a chance for me to say goodbye, a chance for me to wake up from the good dream.... Minghei?"
"I will treat you like any other subordinate, you can get your share of the dividends, you can start from scratch and slowly regain your dignity, your confidence, and, well, the word you've forgotten: hope. Maybe you've despaired before, you've thought of yourself as a walking corpse, but I can tell you that you now have a chance to make yourself human again, and I'm giving you that chance, understand?"
"I get to pick my favorite weapon and tell Mr. Phil about them. If I take part in this walk of silence and I still die up there, then you swear you'll treat me like a fake biased person. Consider yourself bad for a go up."
Easily dusted stood up and headed for the door to his room, with a command under his breath, "Jester, smoke a little less weed, as good as you are, too much weed isn't a good thing."
Jester lazily climbed up and glanced at the dazed Sally, shook his head helplessly and said, "Boss, you've been talking to her for a month, she didn't even react at all, you told her that you'll make her rich, let her die slowly and kill people, but can she not pay attention to you at all."
Yi dust crossed Jester a glance, continue to walk towards the door, Jester also flew to follow, the corner of the eye to see Sally grabbed those flying knives again, then, Sally said in a withered tone, "Old. Boss. I'm coming with you guys."
Easy Dust turned back, gave Sally a springy smile, and said heavily, "Cheers to joining you Chinatown, pro-hate Sally. Jester, I'll be in charge of picking out everything Sally needs for her West. She will be my second-in-command and I must keep her safe."
Jester groaned, and Easy Dust didn't give a damn about him, striding towards that secret elevator....
