King of 25 Cubs

With black cloths on our heads, we were taken to a luxurious manor on the outskirts of Moscow's eastern district.

"How do you know we haven't left the East Side?"

When I got out of the car, Pushkin secretly asked me while no one was looking.

I pointed to my head: "The map of Moscow is here; the car can feel it when turning and accelerating; the car we took was a Bentley Flying Spur, with a top speed of 225 miles per hour; it took a total of one and a half hours on the road, although there were still some detours on the road. A few laps, but it's not difficult to judge the position."

Pushkin's face was complicated, "... who are you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the strong man behind him pushed his back: "Don't whisper!"

Pushkin pointed at me: "She also spoke, why don't you push her?"

The strong man shot the back of his head with a gun: "Shut up!"

Pushkin: "Why is it always me who gets hurt?!"

I cleared my throat and said affectionately, "If life deceives you—"

Then I got hit on the back of my head: "Shut up too!"

To be honest, this group of people is so fierce, at first I thought it was nothing good to be brought here, but unexpectedly, the owner of this mansion is quite hospitable, even though no one showed up, he "invited" us to the upstairs restaurant and went directly to a restaurant. table dinner.

I have Boston lobster in my left hand and Bering Sea king crab in my right. When I was eating happily, I turned my head and glanced at Pushkin, who hadn’t picked up his knife and fork: "What are you doing in a daze? Eat! We don’t usually see so many high-end ingredients."

Pushkin glanced at the dozens of guns pointed at him behind him, and his round potato face was tense: "Aren't you afraid that they will poison the food?"

I glanced at the muzzle of the gun aimed at me, and said in a relaxed tone, "If you really want to kill us, just shoot. Why prepare such a big table?"

"What you said seems to make sense..."

Pushkin muttered something in a low voice, hesitatingly stretched out his hand to the bluefin tuna sashimi closest to him, and his eyes drifted back unconsciously.

His short, fat fingers trembled, and he retracted them with a whoosh.

"Forget it, I have no appetite."

I conveniently dragged the sashimi in front of him to me, and ate happily: "Your mental quality is not good."

"I don't think you are like ordinary people. Are you the one who provoked this group of gangsters?" Pushkin lowered his head and asked me in a low voice, "You have to deal with me, can you deal with these people?"

I lifted my face from the lobster shell, raised my fingers, and said vaguely: "3 minutes."

Pushkin's eyes lit up: "Can it be solved in 3 minutes?"

"I mean, it will take three minutes to finish eating this lobster."

Pushkin covered his face and muttered: "Life really deceived me..."

I sneered and continued to eat the lobster.

It doesn’t even take 3 minutes to solve the group of people behind, but it’s not necessary, anyway, I see through it, they won’t really shoot, I’ll just stay here and eat all the time, the owner here is fine.

It's a pity that the host didn't want me to be poor, so he appeared at the table before the meal was over.

"How is your meal, Miss Maria?"

Probably because they knew that my Russian was bad and I was just getting started, the other party deliberately used English.

It was a gentleman dressed in black. He didn't look strong. He was about 40 years old. He didn't have the beard that men of fighting ethnic groups usually have, and he didn't see any tattoos on him. His hair was short and cut into board size.

"It's okay, only this bluefin tuna is not particularly fresh."

I wiped the corners of my mouth and fingers with a napkin, writing lightly.

"terribly sorry."

The man looked behind me across the dining table: "Who prepared this fish today?"

"Boss, it was arranged by the subordinates."

Bah!

After the gunshot, accompanied by Pushkin's exclamation, the person behind me fell to the ground with a "plop", a blood hole appeared on his forehead, his eyes were open, and he was dying.

The person called "boss" smiled and retracted the pistol: "It's an apology to Miss Maria."

"Killing chickens to scare monkeys?" I didn't even twitch my eyebrows: "It's a pity that I'm not a monkey. For the sake of the lobsters, I should hurry up and say anything. I'm impatient, and I'm going to overturn the table after a while."

"No, you misunderstood. I am the most polite person, and I should educate my subordinates when they make mistakes."

The man clapped his hands, and the row of strong men with guns behind me quickly withdrew from the restaurant, dragging the corpse on the ground and the paralyzed Pushkin out of the restaurant by the way.

When only the man and I were left in the restaurant, his probing eyes fell on me who was still looking relaxed: "Aren't you worried about your companion?"

I raised my eyebrows: "He's not a companion."

The man nodded slightly, and didn't continue to ask about my relationship with Pushkin, as if this matter was not important to him.

"Miss Maria can call me Duke Myshkin. The main reason I invited the lady here this time is to ask her to help me kill someone."

After a pause, he continued: "I think you will definitely ask me why I didn't kill myself. To be honest, I have tried it, but the killers I sent, whether they were subordinates or hired killers, were not found dead in a certain place. In an alley corner, he disappeared without a word.”

Duke?Then this person must be quite rich, right?

I lightly tapped the table with my fingertips, and said with great interest, "It's not enough to hire me for a meal."

I took the photo of the target pushed by the other party, and when I saw the person in the photo, I took a breath.

Whoops, isn't this the grape Zhou Shuren!

"If Miss can succeed, I can give you 5000 million plus this manor—"

"no need."

I stared at the person in the photo, interrupted the man's words, and said word by word: "If it works, you can just give me a handmade matryoshka signed by the designer."

The man was taken aback: "What?"

"This guy is cheap, worth a nesting doll." I sneered emphatically, and threw the photo on the table: "In three minutes, I want all his information."

·

"So you only accepted a matryoshka and agreed to help the other party kill?! You didn't even ask Mei why the duke wanted to kill him?" Pushkin was about to cry: "Sister, are you crazy! Even if you have a relationship with the mission target Old grievances, why are you having trouble with money? If you don’t want it, you can give it to me!”

I snorted: "You are so vulgar, is money important? I'm going to insult this Grape Zhoushu man, wouldn't it be flattering to collect money?"

How can I say that I have also been the richest man, and my money is like a passing cloud; as for the manor, why do I want this stuff?Russia is terribly cold, and I will not stay here in the future, and houses in the Russian suburbs are not expensive.

"I, Niu Gulu Maria, am a person who has seen the world." I patted my chest and said righteously: "I will never bow down for five buckets of rice."

"You don't want to bend down, I do!" Pushkin covered his face and collapsed: "I quit, I want to go home!"

I took out the gun: "It's kind of you to say it again to it."

Pushkin persuaded in seconds: "...Sorry, I don't have one."

At this time, Pushkin and I were lying on the lawn outside the residence of the new justice in the Izmailovo district, trying to figure out how to sneak in.

Today is October 10, the eve of Halloween, and the new justice held a Halloween masquerade party in his manor, and invited many celebrities.I learned from Duke Myshkin that Grape Zhou Shuren is now the bodyguard of the justice's family, and he will definitely follow the justice at a masquerade ball where there are many people.

"Didn't you really ask that duke why he wanted to kill the mission target?"

"Is the reason important?" I stretched out my hand and pulled the blades of grass on my body: "It doesn't matter, anyway, I'm going to get this grape anyway."

"Yeah, the reason is not important, 5000 million is not important, and the manor is not important..."

Pushkin pulled his chubby matryoshka dress up: "Speaking of which, can I not dress like this? Anyway, I am also the unimportant person."

"No."

"It's also a masquerade party, why do I have to dress up as a matryosh to impress the public when you can wear an auspicious suit as an old lady?"

"The matryoshka is so festive. You must be the center of everyone's attention when you go in."

"Your mother said directly that you want to use me to attract firepower!!!"

"Who's the mother? I'm not as old as you."

I glanced sideways at the luxury car parked outside the judge's mansion, just as someone got out of the car.

My eyes suddenly stopped.

White snow caps and cloaks flashed in the night.

"Why, who did you see?" Pushkin looked in that direction.

"I saw my son."

I looked away, wrote lightly, took out my phone and started typing.

——Caring for Empty Nest Lao Tuo——

Niu Colu·Maria: @Everyone, what is Lao Tuo next door doing lately?

joker is a pistachio: you finally asked about A Tuo! emmm, what is he busy with, guess~

I want to have a home: I know more about the specific Gogol, I only know that he is busy hiding from the hunt.

joker is a pistachio: oops, how did you say it, it’s boring~

Niu Colu Maria: Chasing and killing?Who hunted him down?

joker is a pistachio: a while ago, a master suddenly appeared, which led to the cooperation between the major gangsters and government officials, and jointly suppressed and killed house rats.At present, there are winners and losers in the confrontation between the two~

I want to have a family: it feels like this guy is pretty good, he can equalize Fyodor, and he can unite the government and the gang, which has never been done before.

joker is a pistachio: there are more!At the end of last month, originally A Tuo was going to find you, but the master didn't make any movement in the early stage, and he made a sudden move that day, A Tuo was restrained by him, so he didn't have time to find you~

No wonder I haven't seen Fyodor for almost two months.

In fact, since I came to Moscow, I have been secretly monitoring Fyodor's location.

His anti-reconnaissance ability is extremely strong, and it is very challenging to monitor the location of this person all the time. At least I did not do it when I was in Japan, but it was so easy in Moscow. I suspect that he did it on purpose.

We are doing the same thing.

I used my body as a bait to come to Russia to keep Fyodor in Russia. Mr. Natsume needs time to shift the position of "book"; and Fyodor is also using his body as a bait to keep me in Russia, because In his eyes, I am that position, and if the 'book' descends, it also descends on me.

There is a new message in the group:

joker is a pistachio: who made it, I really want to know~~

Subconsciously, I stretched out my right hand and grasped the bandaged left wrist.

The wound was a little painful, and there was a lingering, bone-eating numbness and itching.

Pushkin saw it and asked me, "I wanted to ask you before, why did you wear that bandage all the time, did you get hurt?"

"It's just a personal interest."

I withdrew my right hand and hid myself under the auspicious suit.

"Let's go and steal two invitation letters."

·

The situation inside the mansion can be described as a group of demons dancing wildly.

In front of me on the left is a mummy wrapped in bandages all over the body. Behind me are vampires and werewolves who love each other and are toasting each other. Not far from the right is a brown bear licking its paws, and there are several little wizards dressed as wizards around. The children are running around begging for candies.

I stared fixedly at the brown bear.

My intuition told me that it might be a real brown bear, not someone pretending to be inside.

The pets of the fighting nation are so pure and unpretentious.

And the huge matryoshka next to me changed from being unable to eat at Duke Myshkin’s place the day before yesterday, and stuffed food into its mouth at a speed that it hadn’t eaten in 100 years.

I didn't eat anything, just sipped slowly from a glass of vodka.

"Why don't you eat?"

I said flatly: "The food has been cut."

Pushkin chewed for a moment, threw away the chicken leg in his hand, and spit out what was in his mouth.

"Are you kidding me?" he asked with a pale face.

"No kidding, I felt something was wrong after taking a bite."

"Then why didn't you say it earlier?!"

"It's interesting to see you eating food with added ingredients so deliciously."

I propped my chin with one hand, and said with a smile, "It's okay, the poison won't kill you, it should just be a drug that will make you fall asleep."

Pushkin cursed, ran to the toilet and vomited.

As soon as he left, my eyes suddenly sank.

In a normal masquerade party, will there be indiscriminate additions to the food?

Looks like something's going to happen here tonight.

As soon as I thought of this, the vampire sitting next to me held his head: "I'm a little dizzy..."

His werewolf companion said: "I'm a little dizzy too, I must have drunk too much."

Just after saying this, the vampire threw himself on the table.

The werewolf stretched out his hand and pushed the vampire, mockingly said: "Keep drinking, you really can't drink!"

Within two seconds, the werewolf also fell.

The same "drunkenness" happened in every corner of this mansion, and there were also people who remained sober like me.

I hid in a dark corner where the jack-o-lantern could not reach, and observed the surroundings calmly. The eyes of those who were not "drunk" flickered, and they occasionally communicated with each other. It was obvious that they belonged to the same group. under the person.

When the people were almost down, the group of people stood up one after another, quickly took out the rope and began to tie up the fainted people one by one.

Most of the guests present were celebrities from the eastern district of Moscow, and some were relatives and friends of the host in other districts.Among these people are government officials, business tycoons, and even the worst stars are third-rate or above.

Is this group of people going to kidnap the lifeline of the entire East District?

After thinking about it, I decided to join them and see what this group of people was going to do.

So I stood up, leaned over and tied people together.

The zombie next door whispered: "Who is this old Yinbi in auspicious clothes? Is there such a person in our team?"

The mummy next to the zombie said absently: "Yes, who knows what everyone is dressed up as."

I squinted my eyes not far away and stared at the zombie for a few seconds.

His face was covered with cyan oil paint, and he was wearing colored contact lenses that covered the whites of his eyes. I didn't notice it just now, but now I suddenly realized——isn't this the grape that sold me for a matryoshka?

The enemy is so close to my face, I almost didn't recognize it.

"I suddenly thought of a question, will someone sneak into us?"

Just as I was thinking about how to get revenge, the zombie spoke up, and he complained to the mummy in a low voice: "I was careless before, why didn't I think of a secret signal for the meeting? It's just your stupid idea, you have to dress up like this to attend the ball!"

Popeye, who looked like the leader, heard the zombie's words and was instantly alert: "Assemble, count!"

I stood in a line with the others and followed the crowd, listening to the numbers go from 1 to 23.

Popeye's tone was deep: "There is one more, and now everyone will release immediately—"

The mummy and I raised our hands at the same time, pointing at the zombie who was talking too much just now: "Captain, it's him!"

Me: "When he entered the door, he took his left foot first, it must be him!"

Mummy: "He just drank and ate peanuts, it must be him!"

Zombie: "Huh? Huh——!!!"

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感谢在2020-09-0218:04:40~2020-09-0317:32:17期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Thank you 1;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 60 bottles of Mo Ruoqingxiao; 7 bottles of Tangshi; 5 bottles of Huashi; 4 bottles of Yiyi;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!