The late night in Siberia is the morning in Las Vegas, USA. The bright spring light of March shines in the room, making people feel extremely comfortable.
However, several people in the room who were watching a video had a chilling and ridiculous thought in their hearts. Rudolf, who was sitting in the middle of the sofa, turned blue with anger.
"[Fuck], what's going on?"
Seeing "himself" standing in a room full of dead people, raising his head and smiling at the camera, Rudolf couldn't help but feel creepy and had goosebumps all over his body, because the man's face was so similar to his own.
Smashing the remote control in his hand on the TV screen, Rudolf swept everything on the coffee table in front of him to the ground and roared loudly: "Who is this? Who did this? What does he want to do?"
Although two hours ago, Rudolf had already presented evidence that he was not in Russia to the Interpol who came to investigate, and everyone in the room was a witness.
But besides being angry, Rudolf felt more of a deep fear. He was afraid that one day, this person would stand in front of him.
"Oh, Rudolf, you disappoint me so much. This is not what a gentleman should do!"
Just when Rudolph was furious, the door of the room was pushed open from the outside, and a white man of medium height wearing a neat suit and holding a civilized stick in his hand walked in.
This man was about thirty-seven or eighteen years old, with a very handsome appearance and deep eyes. However, the skin on his face was slightly pale, giving people a sickly feeling.
But as soon as the white man entered the room, Rudolph, who was sitting on the sofa and panting, jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and said with a fearful expression: "Sir Dracula,
I lost my temper!"
"Dear Rudolf, why are you so bad at remembering your last name?"
The white man drew a circle in the air with the civilized stick in his hand, and said dissatisfiedly: "Didn't I already remind you to call me Duke Dracula? I don't want it to happen again!"
"Yes, yes, Mr. Duke, there will definitely not be a next time!"
Rudolf suddenly remembered this person's taboo, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. The scene in the video just now was indeed weird, but it was far less than the pressure that the person in front of him brought to him.
Rudolf once saw with his own eyes that one of his subordinates had his head smashed alive with a civilized stick because he got the middle-aged man's title wrong twice.
If there are any British people here, they will definitely feel very strange, because generally only close relatives of the royal family (such as the brother of the King of England, the husband of the King of England, etc.) can receive the title of Duke.
The middle-aged man in front of him has never appeared in the public eye, but his behavior as a British aristocrat is something that ordinary people cannot imitate.
"Rudolf, what happened to make you panic like this?"
Duke Dracula walked to the sofa, avoided the garbage on the ground with some disgust, closed the curtains, sat on the sofa, and said: "This damn sunshine, Rudolf, are you very unhappy with my arrival?"
Are you welcome?"
"No, I don't dare, Lord Duke, I'm in some trouble, you... all get out!"
Rudolf was so frightened by Dracula's words that he waved his hands repeatedly. After driving several of his men out of the room, he pointed at the TV screen and said: "I don't know who pretended to be me and killed more than two hundred people in Russia."
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"More than two hundred people? What a waste!"
After hearing Rudolph's words, Dracula couldn't help but licked his lips, but when he saw the picture on the screen, he was stunned for a moment, glanced sideways at Rudolph, and said: "Rudolph, are you sure?
Don’t you have any brothers?”
"Your Excellency, my father died within two months of giving birth to me. It is impossible for him to leave me a brother."
Rudolf suddenly hesitated and said: "But I can't say for sure about my mother. You know, she is a person who loves life very much, but even so, she can't look like me, right?"
Facing Dracula, Rudolf did not dare to hide anything, even his mother's private life was revealed.
Even though he may have great fame on the outside, Rudolf knew in his heart that all his wealth, including his own life, belonged to the man in front of him, who could make him disappear from this world with just a few clicks.
"Well, in terms of blood relationship, only your father can inherit this gene."
After hearing Rudolph's words, Duke Dracula nodded, looked at Rudolph carefully, and his facial muscles suddenly trembled.
After more than ten seconds, the originally handsome and slightly delicate face developed lines of flesh, and turned into a half-dozen-seven-point resemblance to the Rudolf in front of him.
If placed in a blurry camera lens, Dracula would probably be similar to the image of Rudolph on the TV screen. Without enlarging it for comparison, it would be difficult to find that these are two completely different people.
"This this?"
Looking at Dracula in front of him, Rudolf felt a chill in his heart. The temperature in the room seemed to have suddenly dropped a few points, and Rudolf's teeth trembled with the cold.
Taking a deep breath, Rudolf plucked up the courage and asked: "Your Majesty, Duke, is it possible... is this person just like you?"
Rudolf knew that his so-called power was not worth mentioning in front of this man. Dracula came from a long-established family and single-handedly controlled the dark forces throughout America and Europe.
"No, although he is not interested in the dirty blood, he is different from us..."
Dracula shook his head, stared at the picture on the video, and said slowly: "There are many people who can change facial muscles, especially in China!"
Rudolf groaned, scratched his hair with both hands, and said distressedly: "China? God, how could I even think of getting involved in this matter?"
"Don't mention God in front of me, or I will send you to see him!" Dracula's eyes flashed with a red luster, and he hit Rudolph hard on the shoulder with the civilized stick.
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty Duke, I made a mistake!"
Ignoring the severe pain coming from his shoulder, Rudolf slapped himself hard and reminded Dracula that he was really afraid that he would not die quickly enough.
"Tell me, what kind of trouble will this man cause you? Is he in Europe?"
Dracula glanced at Rudolph coldly, picked up the red wine on the table and poured himself a glass, holding it in his hand and playing with it.
"Your Excellency, I don't know who he is, but he should be related to Turkey's business."
Rudolf said tremblingly: "This man must be in Siberia now. He is seeking revenge for the harm we did to the Chinese some time ago."
In fact, compared to the gambling city of Las Vegas, Turkey's business is really nothing, but he couldn't swallow that breath, so he joined forces with Froz to deal with Hongmen.
But Rudolf never expected that he would actually lead to a character similar to Dracula. The fear he had developed in facing Dracula over the years made Rudolf regret his actions.
"Chinese……"
Dracula showed a look of recollection on his face. After a while, he shook his head and said, "I'll let Kurt go to Siberia. Those people from back then probably won't come out."
Dracula owns twenty castles with a history of more than 300 years in this world, and the annual repair costs alone are as high as hundreds of millions of dollars.
So he must have a spokesperson to help him earn enough money, and Rudolph can barely be considered one, so Dracula doesn't want to see any problems with him.
"Kurt, come in!" Following Dracula's shout, a thin old man wearing a black butler's costume appeared in the room like a ghost.
Pointing to the picture on the TV screen, Dracula said: "Go to Siberia and see what is going on there. If you are lucky enough, you might be able to evolve into a marquis!"
"Yes, Master!" Kurt had a look of surprise on his face, but he concealed it well and quietly retreated from the room——
Not far from the entrance to the more than 200 kilometers of mountains stretching close to the Sakha border, there is a row of buildings that resemble military camps. The building is round-arched, and the walls are covered with power grids. There are sentries all around, and the building is very guarded.
The strictness.
However, at this time, the area around this large building was filled with soldiers with live ammunition, and even four armored vehicles, facing several exits of the building from different directions.
"Froz, what happened? Why is this place surrounded by troops?"
In the control room of the military camp, there were four or five gloomy-looking people sitting. One of them, an old Japanese man with a beard, was questioning the British gentleman Froz.
Froz stared at the monitor with a gloomy face and said: "Mr. Saki Ito, don't panic. I think the Kremlin just wants a step down. We just need to hand over the Chinese!"
"No, we can't hand it over to them. That would only confirm our charges of kidnapping and kidnapping!"
The Japanese shook their heads repeatedly and said: "Kill the Chinese now. He will die without proof. Even the Russian side will have nothing to do with us!"
After hearing what the Japanese said, Frozi showed a mocking look in his eyes, and said, "Mr. Ito, are you overestimating your capabilities against Masato Axe?"
In Froze's opinion, the old man must have lost his mind, because as long as they hand over Dong Dazhuang and pay the general outside a considerable amount of US dollars, they can leave here safely.
