A few hours after Zhou Qingfeng arrived in Paris, Chekov, who planned the T-50 incident, hurriedly returned to Paris. The reason why he returned so nervously was not because he was eager to chase down his target, but because the Mao Xiong government was responsible for the T-
50 incident and became furious.
The advanced fighter plane that I developed to counter the air pressure from China and the United States in the future was actually easily flown to Mongolia. It can go to Mongolia, and naturally it can also go to flower growers, and it can also go to South Korea, Japan, etc.
The United States is developing a ghost plane!
The problem was so serious that it forced Chekov to flee Ulaanbaatar in a hurry. When he arrived in Paris, he felt relaxed - the air in the Western free world was so sweet.
Outside the airport, a group of strong Russian men wearing sunglasses were waiting for Chekov. The door of the beautiful Bentley luxury car was opened, and the female secretary with long legs and buttocks was dancing coquettishly in the car. All this made Chekov once again
I feel like life is so beautiful.
Chekov got into the car and saw another muscular man with greater style sitting next to the female secretary. The other man sank into the leather sofa and said expressionlessly: "Chekov, what are you doing?"
I'm in trouble."
Isn’t this why the pot should be lifted if it is not opened?
Chekov said 'hmm', his cold face expressionless, "I'm sorry, boss. I don't know what went wrong. The plan you arranged was perfect, but the fighter plane was shot down. No one can do this
explain."
For more than ten hours, public opinion has been agitated about the time of 'T-50', and various speculations are flying all over the sky. There are 'Trek crash theory', 'defection and shooting down theory', and even 'encounter with J-20 theory'..., various
There are all kinds of fantastic ideas, but there is no "encounter with F-22 theory".
Some things cannot be hidden. The European underworld is watching the Russian gang's jokes, and different gangs are also talking about it.
Although Chekov's boss was angry, he had no intention of letting go, "Our target arrived in Paris a few hours ago, and I sent someone to deliver a bullet to them. I think he should have felt a little fear.
We must kill him this time, otherwise our prestige will be greatly damaged. I can give you another chance to kill that guy named 'Lin Sen' and restore our reputation and your own."
In the gang world, reputation is life. In the cold and low tone of the boss, Chekov knew that he had to take action as soon as possible, because his boss never had much patience, "I understand, sir. I will deal with it as soon as possible."
Bentley drove to the outskirts of Department 77, a traditional wealthy area of Paris with a very high security factor. Patrolling police cars passed by very diligently, and the villas here have complete security measures. Bodyguards wearing sunglasses are the most common sight here.
people.
The Bentley finally stopped in front of a large villa, and the wrought-iron villa door automatically opened to let the luxury car in. The car stopped in the front corridor of the villa, and the bodyguard stepped forward to open the door. The strong boss stepped out first.
"Welcome back, Mr. Gusinsky." The housekeeper of the villa stepped forward and bowed slightly. From a normal perspective, Chekov's boss is a financial investment tycoon from Russia, a legitimate businessman, and a respected philanthropist.
person.
As the gang boss, Gusinski hummed and walked into his villa. There were more than thirty bodyguards inside and outside the villa responsible for defense, so security was extremely high.
It was already early in the morning, and Gusinsky went to the airport to bring Chekov back to show that he attached great importance to the 'Bounty of the Century'. Winning this bounty was not only a matter of money, but also a matter of fame and prestige. He had to urge
This matter should be settled as soon as possible.
At this moment, Gusinski also felt tired. He took off his coat and walked slowly towards the stairs to the bedroom. But the housekeeper of the villa suddenly ran over and said in a hurry: "Sir, I have a phone call for you."
Looking back at the cell phone that the butler held over, Gusinski frowned and asked, "Who is calling?"
"He said he was Lin Sen." The butler's expression was also very strange.
"Haha..., it's very interesting. Are you begging me for mercy?" Gusinski answered the phone with a sneer and shouted "Hello", and then heard a greeting from the phone, "Is it Mr. Gusinski?"
"
"it's me."
"I'm Lin Sen. I just arrived in Paris. You should know me, right?"
"Oh, welcome to Paris. Of course I know you. It's unexpected, but I'm glad you called me. Is there anything I can do for you?"
Gusinski was still smiling when he said this, as if he was playing an idiot. But his smile quickly solidified, because the person he was talking to on the phone was not a good person either.
"I heard that there was a 'reward of the century' of up to 100 million US dollars recently, and the target was me. I was really shocked! What shocked me even more was that someone even bought a Russian T-50 in order to kill me.
It's a real honor for me to be able to mobilize such an advanced and secret fighter aircraft.
Mr. Gusinski, as far as I know you are planning this behind the scenes. I have to admire your imagination and action. Really, I admire your courage very much. But I don’t want to die yet, so
I can only ask you and your men to die."
Gusinski's face jumped when he heard that his true identity was revealed so quickly on the phone. When he heard Zhou Qingfeng talking about the 'Bounty of the Century', he wanted to give a few words of pretense to comfort him; when he heard Zhou Qingfeng talking about it being him
When planning this incident, he wanted to deny it outright; death threats could be heard...
Gusinski's heart skipped a beat, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Mr. Lin, do you have any misunderstandings about me? Do you think I am someone who can be threatened?"
"Don't deny it, it's meaningless. I'm just reminding you whose hands you will die next. Now..., enjoy your last moments of life. You have three very special friends coming soon, good night!
"Zhou Qingfeng hung up the phone and twisted around in his room easily.
The female national security officer was watching next to Zhou Qingfeng. Listening to his tone and words on the phone, she immediately asked: "Who are you talking to on the phone?"
"A Russian who made a fortune by reselling the Soviet Union's huge arms inventory more than 20 years ago. He still has some influence in Russia. He was responsible for the T-50 incident more than ten hours ago. Who wants to kill me?
, I naturally won’t be polite to him.”
Latin dance music was playing in the bedroom of the suite, and Zhou Qingfeng kept twisting and turning to the fast-paced melody. His wild appearance looked both unruly and wild. To be honest, he danced pretty well.
But the female national security officer still asked: "What do you mean by 'not being polite'? What on earth are you going to do?"
Zhou Qingfeng stopped moving, tilted his head and said, "Kill someone. If someone wants to kill me, do I have to wash my neck and wait for someone else? Have you ever killed anyone?"
The female national security officer had read some information about 'Lin Sen', but she really didn't expect that Zhou Qingfeng was openly shouting about killing people just after arriving in Paris. Faced with the rhetorical question, she could only change the subject and said: "I want to report this situation
.”
Female officer Zhou Qingfeng responded with a shrug and a sneer. At the same time, three uninvited guests came to Gusinski's villa.