The wind blew under the eagle's feet, and the pole ran like a ghost.

He rudely used the butt stock to smash an old Buick lathe parked next to him. The glass was a little hard. He used it two or three times, but the other party couldn't resist it. In fact, the movement was too big. Of course, there were many people watching the fun, including the owner. He felt distressed but didn't have time to roar, raised his hands and cursed, wanting the eagle to stop.

But he was dragged back into the house.

With red eyes, he turned his head and saw a brown bear standing, opening his mouth, and patting his shoulder with his hand as if comforting him. This made the car owner cry even louder, and hugging the brown bear was like crying.

The brown bear's face was still full of humanity: I was worried about this family.

...

These are generally robbery and car theft. After all, the professions are different.

But the Eagle is like a skilled veteran, and it is obvious that he has undergone special training in this regard.

After connecting the ignition wire and the live wire together, then hit the start wire and the car will start.

"Make up my sweat." The eagle wiped the sweat beads on his face, whispered, and then stepped on the clutch and hit the gear, and started in three gears (those who are learning to drive remember that it starts in three gears, so you don't need to send a seat belt!), but the accelerator was not steadily stepped on it, and once he rushed, he hit a Volvo in front, and another owner of the car upstairs howled.

The Eagle moved backwards and the Volvo's rear bumper in front fell off.

He suddenly turned the steering wheel, the Buick car went around in a big circle, stopped steadily, and the eagle poked its head out, "Boss, get in the car!"

"withdraw."

Gao Jianguo patted An Zi on the shoulder, who protected the other party and entered the car first. Just as he was about to jump in, he saw an old man hiding behind him appearing with his avatar, and he hit An Zi on the shoulder, tripped under his feet, and threw himself on the ground and didn't get into the car.

"Anzi, Anzi, Eagle, retreat, Anzi hasn't gotten in the car yet." Gao Jianguo, who was sitting in the passenger seat, said with a flushing face.

He was injured in his shoulder and quickly rolled over and hid behind the rear of a car, baring his teeth and sweating coldly.

He leaned on his arm's strength with one hand, and the blue veins on his forearm could be seen clearly.

But when I pulled the trigger, it didn't pop up.

"Grass!" An Zi cursed, his movements were very nimble. He bent one leg and clamped the gun body, and with the other hand, then reinstalled the new magazine, pulled the bolt backhand, and finally raised the gun to shoot. This set of actions looked like textbook-like perfection.

"Anzi, get in the car." Gao Jianguo opened the car door and signaled that the latter had his hand hanging, and then dived his head into the door.

Buzz buzz!!

The engine roared, and the pointers on the dashboard were climbing upwards, emitting black exhaust, quickly moving away.

“Сука6лядь(Suka No!).”

The commander at the scene was a Russian with the rank of lieutenant and jumped up in anger. He looked down at his injured subordinates around him and thrust his face. There were more than a dozen people here, so... more than half of them were fucked?

He gradually calmed down and reason told him that this was not something he could afford.

These people obviously have received professional military training. Even judging by their decisive actions when killing people, they must have fought a war!

If we contact the wars that have occurred in recent years, the result will be clear at a glance.

He hesitated even more now, the Davari clans were famously black-hearted.

The money belongs to the country, and his life belongs to his own. There is no need to work so hard, but the most basic cover-up is always a bit. He commanded the remaining people to send the wounded to the hospital, and he waited for the special forces to come.

"Anzi! Anzi!?" An anxious shout sounded in the back seat. Gao Jianjun turned around in panic and saw Anzi covering his wound and his face turned pale.

"Boss, I can't continue like this anymore. I have to take out his bullets."

"Don't I know?!"

Gao Jianguo roared, his face was ferocious, and he held the handle tightly, "Go to the old warehouse."

The eagle nodded and responded, choosing the kind of path to drive. They had rich experience in counter-reconnaissance. For a period of time, they abandoned their cars and walked.

...

A news was published in the Soviet Issues newspaper.

A group of gangs attacked the National Bank on Arbat Street and robbed 30 million rubles!

Robert sat on the balcony of the suite in his pajamas, placed The Issue on the table, picked up the Coke and took a sip.

robbery?

He felt that this was the most technical thing.

Moreover, if you have 30 million rubles, you can't exchange US dollars in the exchange rate. If you are in the black market, it will at least shrink by dozens of times!

This money may not be enough for the company's two-month expenses.

He suddenly understood that Tang Dao had said something to him.

"Everyone works hard, middle-class people sell their brains, and top-class people sell their middle-class people!"

"Silly." Robert smiled and shook his head, stood up, walked to the room for a while, and sprayed some perfume on his body in front of the mirror. In fact, he was very repulsive, but don't those upper-class people with bad tastes have this smell. He changed into a suit and combed his hair.

Judging from the mirror, she was a little handsome, very much like she knew a boxer named Shanshan. Maybe she could make a living by her appearance.

Robert blew a breath into his bangs and walked out the door. The two employees outside were dressed very cleanly, and their beards were hung up. When they matched the side face, they could make the woman scream.

“Have you made an appointment?”

"Okay, Deputy Governor of the National Bank, Kamenev West Branling." An employee replied.

Robert frowned, "Why is this name not very much like a Soviet?"

"I heard that he has the French genes."

The blood of capitalism has begun to occupy the cerebral cortex of Mao Wang. I'm afraid... it's really full of illness.

They made the location in a "Катюша." mansion.

It is translated as Katyusha.

This is located on the west side of the Magnesch Square. It is rumored to be established by several officers in November 1941. Later, more and more people joined. They shouted the slogan "Ula! Long live Russia" to charge towards the Germans. After the war ended, in order to commemorate them, the mansion stayed and kept to this day.

After decades of ups and downs, this is one of the favorite places for Russian soldiers to come.

Because here they can feel the glory of their fathers and their former glory.

Not everyone can come in. If it is an old soldier, you need to show proof if you are in service. If you are an outsider, you will need to pay 50 US dollars. The price of the drinks inside is calculated separately, and you cannot carry the drinks yourself.

This kind of treaty similar to the overlords is very dissatisfied. I heard that some people have caused trouble and fought several times.

But there is still no change and no indifferent.

After paying $150, Robert and others walked in under the guidance of the attendant.

There is nothing special, but to be different, there are a lot of weapons hanging on the walls here, ak47, ak74, Makarov, etc. You can see old soldiers wearing old-fashioned military uniforms and ranks on their chests everywhere, with white hair and drinking with wine.

They still seemed to be silent in their previous glorious years.

"Three, Mr. Kamenev is inside." The attendant took him to the depths and knocked on the door softly twice. When someone responded inside, he pushed open the door and let him in half.

Robert met Kamenev, a bald Mediterranean man with a slightly normal figure, which was also comparable to other Soviets.

The other party was also looking at him, looking up and down without restraint, gradually frowned.

"Mr. Kamenev, I'm glad to see you."

"Mr. Wien?" Kamenev stretched out his hand and shook it with him.

Wien Rooney is Robert's fake name.

If you do this kind of thing, you must not use your real name.

He smiled and nodded, "We've contacted on the phone."

"Please sit down." Kamenev spread his hands and signaled, and sat down without hesitation, helped Robert and the others pour vodka, and picked it up, "Toast a cup of guests from afar."

This Russian drinks wine at any time.

And…nothing can’t be solved by drinking.

At that time, orders worth hundreds of millions of rmb were all made by drinking. For them, friends were the ones who could drink, unlike those Indians. They rarely drank wines of moderation due to religious beliefs. However, at that time, the big brother was powerful, so they could only pinch their noses and laugh. This Ustinov rule made the Soviet negotiators frightened. (Ustinov rule: The final decision at the table!).

Robert now smelled vodka, and to be honest, he was a little nauseous.

The smell was too heavy, but he could only pinch his nose and fuck Kamenev. Fortunately, there were two employees next to him who pressed the bottom. The three of them drank in a daze, and the other party was almost dizzy.

Almost didn't get over it!

"Himmer~" Kamenev burped, and he didn't know when he would be around Robert, and he hooked his shoulder intimately, "Davari, let's talk about the serious business first. I heard you want a loan?"

Be a serious business?

Robert shuddered, and his head was a little conscious. He swallowed the liquid that was gushing from his stomach and burped, "Of course, I want to borrow..." He stretched out his finger, but thought he had said less, so he spread both hands.

"Billion rubles!"

Kamenev also widened his eyes, but he was only his right eye, his left eye was the size of a sesame seed, and wine flowed out of the corner of his mouth. He wiped it clean with his hands, surprised, "Billion rubles?!"

This is a big order.

I haven't even seen such a large loan amount in recent years. Of course it's him.

He heard that another deputy president had just offered a loan of 5 billion rubles.

What's the trick here...

Kamenev could figure it out even with his toes.

He deliberately said, "I'm afraid this is not easy to deal with."

"Don't worry, our procedures are legal, including the ore ownership letter." Robert lowered his voice again, "Of course, there are also illegal ones, such as Swiss Bank's 2 million US dollars promissory notes, what do you think?"

Kamenev's eyes lit up, and he immediately smiled like a mouse with a big head. He actually kissed Robert directly on the face, "No, no, no, I think these are all legal! As long as your procedures are complete, I can find a way to lend you a billion rubles? Of course! Cheers for our friendship!"

"cheers!"

Robert couldn't guarantee that the other party was bragging, but the points were true.

But now he can only choose to trust the other party.

That guy Kamenev wanted to see money first, of course Robert was excused.

You guys, I didn't do anything, but I wanted to get the benefits first.

Do you think you are the third brother!
Chapter completed!