On a yacht somewhere in Southampton, a silver-haired man reclined on a velvet sofa, sipping wine with ice. .. Now it has just arrived at seven o'clock in the evening, but he has been sitting on the boat for a long time and has drunk two glasses of wine.

His name is Vasily Ivanovich.

He is strong-willed, shrewd and decisive, and full of energy. He is not a very prestigious person from the outside. It doesn't even match his identity as a billionaire. It is far from the image of the leader of the mysterious organization.

But people like him are the natural leaders. I am used to directing others instead of doing it myself, although I just sit there casually, there is still a kind of kindness that makes people feel good. But everyone who knows him will not despise him because of his kindness.

On the other sofa next to him, there was a very beautiful, very young mixed-race woman. She is like a black cat, curled up on the sofa, beautiful, gentle and cute. Her body was slightly upturned, more lovely, her big and beautiful eyes always carried an innocent look, but there was an indescribable charm in her expression.

She is the kind of woman that a man will be heartbroken when he sees it, but she is also the most brutal killer, the black pearl of the secret society is by Betty.

Vasily sighed and said, "I don't know why, every time someone wants to kill me, I always feel that I have a good appetite. And I want to drink very much. Maybe I still can't get rid of the fear of facing death at my level. , And the joy of the rest of your life."

Black Pearl remained calm and did not speak. Because the Duke always hates women who talk too much. Unless he actively asks you, don't try to answer him.

Vasily smiled slightly, "Is there any news from the person who sent it out?"

"It will be there soon. These MI6 idiots can't think of it. They are full of loopholes, and they can't think that we have insight into all their plans." Black Pearl smiled lazily.

"I have to say, they are still quite capable." Vasily smiled, "At least they are trying hard. By the way, where are the white gloves?"

"He probably hasn't arrived yet, after all, there are still several days before the meeting. And he still has a lot of things to deal with." Black Pearl said slowly.

"That's right, he really made me very dissatisfied this time." Vasily sighed. "I used the inside line of the Delta Special Forces. It took months to prepare, but he was caught by a group of mercenaries. I was caught off guard. He probably is still busy dealing with the aftermath. In these respects, he is not as reliable as the Baron."

"What the Grand Duke said is that White Glove White is actually only suitable for what he does. He is a good businessman, but he is definitely not an outstanding commander." Black Pearl sighed.

"It's a pity that he doesn't believe in evil, so he wants to compete with the Red Baron." Vasily shook his head, "In terms of cooperation, the two of them are too difficult to tolerate. But I can't live without them."

The black cat-like Betty didn't say anything any more, and smiled slightly. She was a very gentle woman. And she knows when and what to say.

She sat down again. The hem of the pink bathrobe slid off her knees, revealing her legs. Her legs are evenly slender, with soft lines, and her wheat-colored skin is lined with a pink bathrobe, which is even more indescribable.

A person walked into the yacht cabin from outside. He rarely makes any noise when he walks, but he does not walk fast.

There are more women on the sofa than any man could help. But his eyes were always straight, as if there was no such woman in the house. Betty, on the other hand, unconsciously sat a little more orderly.

When she walked over, she even stood up a little awkwardly, standing aside properly. In a sense, her fear of this man even surpassed that of Grand Duke.

Because he is called the baron, the scary red baron.

Vasily smiled heartily, "Haha, my young baron, I have had a great time recently."

The Red Baron said indifferently, "Grand Duke, in fact, you shouldn't come forward. You know that you have been under surveillance by major intelligence agencies for the past few years. On the surface, they have no reason to doubt you, but in fact, MI6 is already doubting your identity."

"So what?" Vasily smiled slightly, "They can't move me in any way. That's why I think of using mercenaries such a bad routine."

"Maybe their routine is not as bad as you think." The Red Baron said lightly, "The news I got from the intelligence of the US military is that they have invited people from Black Island."

"Strictly speaking, the Black Island Army Company has only one and a half people worthy of our attention. A fat man and a handicapped man." Vasily smiled slightly. "As long as they are not here, it is not a big deal for other people to look at me.

"Grand Duke, I usually agree with you. But this time I am willing to make a bet with you. After this incident, you will feel that there are still powerful roles among them." Red Baron said calmly.

"Is it that exaggeration?" Vasily smiled, "Before I, their assassination plan is about to end, because Betty has sent someone to solve it. We might as well sit down and smoke a cigarette and wait for the end of the matter. "Vasily lit a cigar, smiled and handed it to the Red Baron.

The Red Baron did not refuse, lit a cigar, and waited with Vasily.

Vasily laughed: "Okay, very good." His laughter paused abruptly: "But I know that you have been mixing well recently, but you have offended some of your own people."

"Not some, just one. If you mean the guy with the white gloves." The Red Baron exhaled smoke.

"White gloves are nothing. Even if you kill him, I don't care." Vasily's voice gradually became deep and serious: "But you should always know how useful he is to us."

"I know." The Red Baron said calmly.

"If you really kill him, it will not help our cause, and it will do a lot of damage." Vasily exhaled smoke, as if to cover up

The expression on his face: "You must know these things."

"I know. So he is still alive." The Red Baron listened to people more often than he did.

"So you better be patient these days." Vasily seemed very concerned: "I know, of course he won't deal with you openly, but secretly...In short, I will beat him."

Red Baron turned to Pearl Betty and said, "Where did you plan to deal with those mercenaries."

"In...in the national park." Betty hesitated.

"Send someone to collect the corpse. Do something clean. Don't let your corpse reveal too many clues." The Red Baron sighed, "Now is the time. I think Lin Rui should solve everything by now. The person you sent."

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