While the manhunt is in progress

Chapter 897 A Bet

More than ten days later, in a private cemetery on the outskirts of Meaux, after a grand but secret funeral came to an end, the sad-faced Gerasim, accompanied by Natalia who was also deeply saddened, walked out heavily. cemetery.

Not long after the siblings walked out of the cemetery, Gerasim's cell phone rang suddenly, causing them to stop at the same time.

Taking out his mobile phone and looking at it, Gerasim frowned slightly, but he still answered the call after a moment of hesitation: "Hey, Akim, what's the matter?"

"Dear Gerasim, I'm sorry that I can't attend your father's funeral." A middle-aged man's voice came out from the phone: "You know, I have a special identity, and if I rashly appear by your side, I will bring you a lot of trouble." come to trouble."

"I know, Akeem." Gerasim's expression looked a little better: "So you called at this time, what's the matter?"

"I found you a new business partner, Gerasim." The middle-aged man carefully hid his enthusiasm in slightly sad words: "He is a very sincere business partner."

"In order to express their sincerity, they not only promise not to be picky about the price, they are more willing to wait until you are in the mood to deal with the business before discussing the transaction."

Gerasim was silent for a moment, looked at Natalia who was standing next to him wearing sunglasses, nodded slowly and said, "I will think about it, Akim."

"That's really great!" The middle-aged man replied immediately, and then ended the call with a few polite words.

Gerasim put away his cell phone with a serious expression, turned to Natalia after taking a long breath, and explained, "It's a friend who introduced me to a business partner."

Upon hearing this, Natalia recalled the middle-aged man's hint of longing and flattery during the call, and asked curiously, "Brother, what kind of person is this?"

"He?" Gerasim briefly recalled: "He is the leader of a group of people from the country of Kazakhstan. He has a more ruthless style and is a character not to be trifled with."

"He is such a person." Hearing this, Natalia blinked her eyes hidden behind the sunglasses, and then asked, "Brother, how do you think about my suggestion?"

"Give up everything in your hands and go to Wa Kingdom with you?" Gerasim frowned slightly, then shook his head and said, "Natalia, don't bring up such unrealistic suggestions."

"Why?" Natalia took off her sunglasses, looked sincerely at the somewhat resistant Gerasim, and said softly, "Brother, since you started getting involved in arms smuggling until now, the foreign market in your hands has been shrinking. .”

"It's not that there are fewer people who need arms, but that our country has gradually begun to use extremely severe measures to crack down on arms trafficking channels that are not under their control."

"And you also know that the big purge six months ago was aimed at those who privately trafficked our country's self-made arms abroad. Therefore, under this situation, it is the best ending to be able to withdraw in time It's..."

"That's enough!" Gerasim interrupted Natalia's words with a wave of his hand, and said with a sullen face: "Everything is based on your baseless guesses. You don't need to dictate my affairs!"

Gerasim's attitude made Natalia realize that her father's last wish would not be easily fulfilled, so her eyes changed into a slightly provocative tone: "Brother, make a bet with me, if you win, I won't take care of your business anymore."

The upset Gerasim frowned and asked, "What bet?"

The beautiful and sexy Natalia smiled slightly, and said slowly, "I bet you are already being watched by the police."

"You..." Seeing the familiar smile in his memory, Gerasim's heart sank, and he suddenly remembered that he had never won a bet from Natalia!
Just when the Gerasim brothers and sisters concluded the betting agreement, in a villa in the south of Mao, a middle-aged man with a bruised nose hung up the phone and looked at the sofa with his neck shrunk.

And at the position where his line of sight pointed, there were two men sitting, one of them was shaking his freshly cleaned but still wet hands, and it was the brave Yegor.

"That's right." Yegor grinned at the middle-aged man with a bruised nose and a swollen face, and said enthusiastically: "Confrontation will only lead to death, and cooperation can win-win, isn't it?"

The timid middle-aged man remembered something for no reason, shivered for no reason, and nodded hastily.

Oleg, who was also sitting on the sofa, shook his head helplessly, sighed secretly and said indifferently: "Officer Yegor, please pay attention to your words and deeds, you are a police officer, not a thug."

"I know, I know!" Yegor waved his hand and said, "Oleg, instead of teaching me when you have time, you should pay attention to the deal that may come at any time."

Yegor's obviously unrestrained attitude made Oleg understand that his persuasion had failed again. After sighing helplessly, he simply put his mind on the deal with Gerasim.

Twenty or ten minutes later, a phone call rang suddenly, and the three people in the room followed the sound, but the cell phone of a middle-aged man with a bruised nose and a swollen face rang.

"It's Gerasim!" The middle-aged man honestly explained the identity of the caller in the sight of Yegor who seemed to be hiding his fist.

"Then what are you waiting for! Quickly pick it up! Didn't I teach you how to say it!" Yegor roared angrily when he heard the words.

"Oh, yes!" The middle-aged man trembled, took a deep breath and connected the call, his tone became calm with a hint of prayer and expectation: "Gerasim, you..."

"In three days' time, let them tell me what they want." Gerasim's voice was calm without any hint of emotion, but it made people feel a little depressed for no reason.

The middle-aged man was surprised when he heard the words, and then a little bit of joy rose in his heart and said: "Gerasim, my good friend, you really surprised me!"

"Akim, I'm in a bad mood." Gerasim said in a low voice, "I will meet the new client you mentioned in three days, and then I will go abroad. As for what they want, I will Leave it in a safe place and they can get it themselves."

"This..." The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment when he heard the words, but saw Oleg and Yegor gesturing at him at the same time, so he nodded and agreed, "No problem, Gerasim."

After a while, the middle-aged man and Gerasim agreed on the time and place to meet, and ended the call.

At this time, Yegor, who was sorting out the information in his head, looked at Oleg thoughtfully, and said slowly: "That is to say, the only chance for us to arrest him is to meet in three days, right?"

"It seems to be the case now." Oleg frowned and thought for a moment, then analyzed: "Actually, in theory, as long as he shows up, we can kill him. However, there are many variables in reality. I'm afraid we haven't let him go." Another chance of arrest."

As he said that, Oleg looked at the middle-aged man with a bruised nose and a swollen face, and said meaningfully: "And we have the help of Mr. Akim, and there is no obstacle to testifying Gerasim."

The middle-aged man panicked, his eyes flickered for a moment, and he looked at Yegor with horror, only to find that this fierce police officer who had tortured his mind and body was looking at him eagerly!

"I..." The middle-aged man hurriedly said, "I am willing to testify against Gerasim!"

When Yegor heard this, a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Yes, you know exactly what to do to keep yourself alive. I am very satisfied with your attitude, and at the same time look forward to your performance."

At the same time, Natalia, who was in the cemetery, looked at Gerasim who put away his mobile phone in the distance and fell into deep thought. She smiled sweetly and tapped the bluetooth headset that was hanging on her ear but covered by her long golden hair.

"Honey, do me a favor." Natalia echoed her father's dying advice in her mind, her tone was indifferent, but she looked at Gerasim with firm eyes and said firmly:
"Send a report letter to the Mocheng police, and I will send you the content later."

(End of this chapter)