As Russia's top arms smuggling tycoon, Chekov has a great reputation in the field of arms smuggling and can be regarded as one of the most well-known figures in this field.
Since it was reported in the underground world that Chekov was friends with the butcher who shocked the underground world, Chekov's reputation suddenly extended from the field of arms smuggling to the entire underground world.
It is no exaggeration to say that in the underground world, everyone who has reached a certain level of status knows the reputation of Uncle Chekov.
On the surface, Chekov, who is actually extremely shrewd, has not let go of the benefits of fame. On the one hand, because of the existence of the Butcher, Chekov no longer worries about the revenge of his enemies and becomes more arrogant than before. On the other hand, Chekov no longer worries about the revenge of his enemies.
On the other hand, he also expanded his business several times through the influence brought to him by the butcher.
To be a bit exaggerated, if Chekov is said to be the second largest arms smuggling tycoon in the world, no one dares to say he is the first!
Even several families in the arms smuggling business that are secretly supported by the U.S. government dare not say that their business is bigger than Chekov's!
After all, Chekov's business covered several continents except Oceania.
Bangkok, known as the hub of Southeast Asia's underground world, is one of Chekhov's few important strongholds.
Every year, Chekov would spend some time in Bangkok, firstly to personally negotiate business with gangsters and arms dealers in Southeast Asian countries, and secondly, to enjoy a life of sexual bliss in Bangkok, known as the "sex" capital of Southeast Asia.
At noon the next day, when Chekov and the nigger arrived at Bangkok Airport from the Maldives, there was already a modified Bentley RV waiting on the airport runway.
The so-called modification is not like ordinary car lovers who just replace some parts - our great Uncle Chekov specially found some experts from military industrial enterprises to modify the Bentley RV according to the defense level of the armored vehicle.
In the words of Uncle Chekov: Uncle Chekov is not short of money, you can do whatever you want, the higher the defense level, the better!
"The great Mr. Chekov, your servant welcomes you to Thailand." Seeing Chekov step off the private plane under the protection of the black man, a big Russian man with short brown hair greeted him immediately.
, saluted Chekov respectfully.
"Ah ha, Jeff, you bastard, have you forgotten that Uncle Chekov told you that the word great can only be used for butchers?" Chekov smiled obscenely and slapped him.
The strong man Jeff's face was spitting and he said: "To describe Uncle Chekov, you have to use handsome...handsome, do you understand?"
"Yes, handsome Mr. Chekov." As one of the few direct members of Chekov's staff, Jeff had long been accustomed to Chekov's eccentric personality and didn't care.
After hearing Jeff's words, Chekov squeezed the muscles on Jeff's face hard and said: "It's not sir, it's the boss, you idiot!"
"Yes, handsome boss." Jeff looked depressed.
"Aha, this is my good Jeff." Chekov took out an authentic Cuban cigar and held it in his mouth. The nigger lit it for him immediately. He took a satisfying sip and spit out a thick cigar.
The smoke sprayed on Jeff's face, and his tone became serious: "Jeff, I asked you to prepare a party in my name and invite the gang leaders in Southeast Asia to attend, especially Taihu from the Shuizhu Gang..."
Have you contacted all the bastards you raised?"
"Go back to the handsome boss, we have all been contacted." Jeff nodded respectfully: "I ordered food and women from all over the world according to your request, um, South American Indians, African blacks, Spanish girls
, Filipino maids, and of course Japanese junior high school students, they will all arrive here before six o'clock in the afternoon."
"Damn it, Jeff, you idiot, who told you that Japanese junior high school students still have prostitutes? Can Japanese prostitutes meet people? What an idiot!" Chekov scolded him angrily,
Then he said in a serious tone: "Jeff, this party is related to a very important plan of the Great Butcher. You must not screw it up, otherwise, I will twist off your head and play it as a football!"
"Don't worry, handsome boss, you should believe in your servant's ability to do things." Jeff showed a confident smile.
Chekov took a pleasant drag on his cigar, then blew a loud whistle, got into the Bentley RV with Jeff's attentive smile, and left the airport arrogantly.
At 5:30 in the afternoon, just as Jeff said, women were taken to Chekhov's villa in a wealthy area of Bangkok one by one.
The women came from different regions and nationalities, including Filipino maids in maid uniforms, Japanese junior high school students in student uniforms, and Spanish blondes in bikinis.
But they have one thing in common: sexy and attractive.
The huge villa hall is filled with tables covered with white cloth, on which are placed barreled red wine from top French wineries, fruits and snacks from all over the world.
Waiters from France's first-class service companies, wearing uniforms and professional smiles on their faces, stood in a row, waiting for guests to enter.
When they saw a sexy woman walking into the lobby of the villa one after another, even though they had served as waiters at many wealthy parties, they were still stunned. Several of the young and energetic young men among them got hard-on.
How embarrassing.
Sitting on a set of Italian-made sofas, Chekov was smoking a cigar with a contented look on his face. When he saw the beauties walking into the hall, a burning light suddenly appeared in his brown eyes.
"Praise the sexy goddess!" Chekov extinguished his cigar excitedly and glanced over the women one by one.
"Handsome Mr. Chekov, we are deeply honored to meet you!" While Chekov was sizing him up, the women followed Jeff's arrangement and collectively bowed to say hello to Chekov, calling him the handsome Chekov.
Mr. Husband…
"Aha, my dear babies, welcome to this beautiful city of Bangkok." Chekov stood up and returned the courtesy in a gentlemanly manner, with the obscene smile on his face not diminishing: "I believe that in this beautiful city,
, you beautiful people will definitely have a beautiful night!”
"As you wish, handsome Mr. Chekov." The women replied in unison with smiles on their faces.
"Aha, okay, dear babies, although Uncle Chekov really wants to discuss the ultimate mystery of life with you now in order to enhance our relationship, but now you need to go to the changing room on the second floor.
, put on your favorite evening dress." Chekov clapped his hands and said.
"Yes, handsome Mr. Chekov." The women bowed again and walked towards the stairs one by one.
Chekov stared at the raised buttocks and white legs of those women, and said with a smile: "Praise God to his old mother's great-grandfather, I like the word handsome!"
The nigger's facial muscles twitched twice.
"Nigger, don't you think the word handsome suits me very well?" Chekov noticed the change in Nigger's expression and asked coldly.
"Boss, I think you are more suitable for lechery." The nigger said seriously.
Chekov: "Nigger, I swear to Satan, I will let those women take your turn tonight!"
"I promise, before they take off their clothes, let them go to Satan to talk about life." The nigger said seriously.
Chekov rolled his eyes and was speechless.
At half past seven, gang leaders came to the villa one after another.
Perhaps because they received Jeff's notice, or because they were used to Uncle Chekov's party style, they did not bring women with them, but were alone.
As the number one arms smuggling tycoon in Russia and even the world, Chekov's status is undoubtedly noble to these gangster brothers.
Because...Chekov can bring them weapons and wealth!
In such a situation, after the gangster brothers entered the villa hall, they greeted Chekov cordially.
In this regard, Chekov did not refuse, but chose the time to talk according to the status of the other party. If the status of the other party was low, Chekov would just smile and nod, or say something very unnutritious; if the status of the other party was not bad,
Chekov will have a brief conversation with them; and if the other person has a noble status, or is a representative figure of the underworld in their respective countries, Chekov will hug them cordially and talk for a while.
As usual at all gatherings, after the gangster brothers and Chekov finished talking, the waiter would give them a glass of valuable red wine with excellent taste, and at the same time take them to one side of the hall one by one, and will tell them in advance according to their needs.
The woman whose identity was arranged was delivered to them.
At eight o'clock, except for Tai Hu, the leader of Thailand's largest gang, the Shuizhu Gang, and Wang Hong, the head of the Southeast Asia region of the Youth Gang, all the gangsters and arms dealers in Southeast Asia were present.
The former was among Chekhov's invitations.
As for...Wang Hong, Chekov did not invite him!
"Damn it, what the hell is Taihu, this bastard bastard doing? Doesn't he know that Uncle Chekov's patience is very bad?" At eight o'clock, seeing that Taihu, the eldest brother of the Shuizhu Gang, didn't
Arriving at the scene, Chekov's expression turned gloomy.
For him, Taihu is the most critical person in tonight's party!
"Boss, do you need me to call again to urge you?" Jeff asked respectfully.
Chekov gritted his teeth and said coldly: "Call him and tell him that if he can't get here within ten minutes, I will cancel all cooperation with him!"
"Mr. Taihu of Shuizhu Gang is here!"
Just as Chekov finished speaking, the loud voice of the greeter at the door rang out.
As soon as the voice came out, everyone, including Chekov, turned their attention to the entrance of the hall.
The next moment, what appeared in everyone's sight was not the burly, gloomy-looking Taihu, but a young man wearing a black tuxedo, with long golden hair and a pair of blue eyes!
Wow!
Seeing the young man, there was a commotion on the scene. People who knew the young man, including Chekov, had dumbfounded expressions on their faces, while those who did not know the young man had curious expressions on their faces, as if they were asking: Who made the young man?
Who is the young man that Taihu accompanied into the hall like a pug?
His name is Stern.
He comes from the dark ghost of Europe.
He is called the Son of Ghost in the underground world!!
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***: I seem to have a cold, my head is a little dizzy, and I write a little slowly, half an hour late.
