"Excuse me sir, what service do you need?"

As the door of the first-class cabin was gently pushed open by the beautiful flight attendant, Lin Xiuyi hurriedly covered himself with the blanket!

"Well, um, can you give me a bag of ice cubes? I want to ice my arm. I accidentally bumped it when I got on the plane, and now I suddenly feel a little uncomfortable!"

"Ah... Sir, are you in severe pain? Do you want to call the doctor?"

"No no no... It's not that serious. You don't need to call a doctor for me. I just want to put ice on it. If it's convenient, could you please give me a bag of ice cubes?"

"Sir, are you sure you only need ice cubes?"

"Yes, just a small injury, ice cubes can solve my problem, thank you for your concern!"

When the flight attendant repeatedly confirmed to Lin Xiuyi that there was no particular discomfort in his body, the other party quickly brought ice cubes for Lin Xiuyi. . The fastest update Lin Xiuyi once again thanked the flight attendant who served him, and hurriedly closed the door of the box. Then, he gently unbuttoned his trousers, and then placed an ice cube on the scalded spot on his thigh.

"Wow……"

Feeling the cold stimulation from below, Lin Xiuyi almost cried out in excitement.

Thanks to the return flight in Emirates First Class, every first class seat on the airline is made up of individual boxes. A large leather seat, a huge LCD monitor, and a retractable pedal and dining table, it is really rare to have such a large private space on an airplane. It is precisely because of this privacy that Lin Xiuyi was able to pay attention to the burn on his leg during the 8-hour long journey.

Speaking of which, it has been almost a week since the last time I was burned by coffee. Maybe it was because he had been flying between North America and Europe during this period of time, and he didn't notice the injury on his leg, and now the scalded area has become a little serious. This made Lin Xiuyi, who had to spend 8 long hours on the plane, feel a lot of pain.

"Forget it, consider it a small price to pay for the eight million dollars!"

Lin Xiuyi pressed the ice cubes on his legs with his hands, and then comforted himself in his heart.

One hand held up the glass of red wine on the dining table, and the other hand picked up the remote control beside the seat and clicked on the LCD screen in front of him to start the time. Although the content of this entertainment system on the plane is very rich. But Lin Xiuyi didn't find anything that could interest him. He casually clicked on the news, intending to see if anything noteworthy had happened in Japan recently. At this moment, a news suddenly caught Lin Xiuyi's attention.

"According to the latest news released by the Ministry of the Interior of Thailand, Alexander Ulbricht, the founder of the well-known unincorporated social media website Black Death, died unexpectedly this morning at the Bangkwang Central Prison in Bangkok. The cause of death of Alexander Ulbricht was determined to be multiple organ failure caused by dehydration and malnutrition. Thailand stated that before this, Alexander Ulbricht had attempted suicide several times while in custody, and had used a hunger strike in vain. Escape from the law, and Bangkwang Central Prison has used all available means to keep Alexander Ulbricht alive..."

Lin Xiuyi couldn't believe what he heard, he never thought that Alexander Ulbricht would die like this. After the initial shock, Lin Xiuyi hurriedly took out his mobile phone. Now that others are at an altitude of 10,000 meters, the phone will definitely not work, but the wifi on the plane can still allow him to contact Song Kan at any time. In a hurry, Lin Xiu hurriedly sent Song Kan an email to ask what happened...

"Officer Songkan, why did Alexander Ulbricht die suddenly, and what happened?"

After Lin Xiu finished sending the email, he kept refreshing his client. After about half an hour, he finally received a reply from Song Kan.

"I'm sorry, Officer hayashi (Lin), Alexander Ulbricht went on a hunger strike in prison. Although we called a doctor, we couldn't save his life..."

Seeing the reply from Song Kan in the email, Lin Xiuyi couldn't help feeling a deep sense of powerlessness.

"Everyone is already dead, how can the case be investigated!" Lin Xiuyi threw the phone on the table in disappointment, and then drank the red wine in the glass. Lin Xiuyi really had a hard time accepting Song Kan's reply to him. But what can he do without the power to enforce the law?

...

Moscow, Novodevichy Cemetery.

For some unknown reason, the New Virgen Cemetery, which was open to the public in the past, was blocked early in the morning by the police dispatched by the Ministry of the Interior. At this moment, in this vast cemetery where Russian elites and prides of all dynasties including Gogol and Khrushchev are buried, a man who looks about fifty years old is standing quietly in a place In front of the tombstone that does not raise his eyes, he silently remembers something.

Bright roses were gently placed under the small tombstone by the man. The names of those who were buried were not left on the tombstone. The only thing that exists is a small Orthodox cross. After the man put the roses down, he stood up immediately, unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, took out the cross he was wearing around his neck, and put it on his lips and kissed it gently.

"Father Petrov, my father and friend, may your soul always be with God..."

The man knelt down on one knee~lightnovelpub.net~ silently prayed for his old friend who had passed away for many years. After the prayer was over, the man straightened up again and kept stroking the tombstone, thinking about what to say.

With a little cool breeze, the man stood in front of the tomb for about half an hour. He leaned down, kissed the tombstone gently, and then turned around quietly, turning his head toward the gravestone one step at a time. Those in the distance were waiting for his subordinates to go.

"Sir, are we going to get out of here now?"

A forty-year-old subordinate saw the man coming, and hurried over to ask him if the man planned to leave.

"What's the arrangement below!"

The man asked with an expressionless face.

"Mr. President, you have accepted the invitation of Mr. President, and you will go to the Kremlin tonight to accept Mr. President's banquet..."

"Cancel it for me, tell Vladimir to go to Nizhny Novgorod (Gorky) if he wants to see me!"