Chapter 49 Chekov's plan

Chekov sneaked the unlicensed Audi car into the alley behind the hotel, as if it were a common problem in big cities. The more brilliant and glorious the building, the more gloomy the alley is, and it is often filled with sewage. Chekov wore slippers and stepped into a stinky water.

"Damn, are you here on purpose...Don't you even know how to clean up the damn Japanese?"

Chekov looked at Strangen, and saw that although he had lost too much blood, at least the blood had stopped now, and his physical foundation was good, and his mind was still awake. Chekov did not forget to remind him: "Be careful. I see, when Kane and the others torture others, the guy often fainted and died like this... You must not faint, do you understand? I don't want to work hard to save a dead person."

With his feet of sewage, Chekov swaggered into the glorious hotel hall of Jinbi. Several waiters in the hall grinned secretly and looked at the dark footprints on the floor of Guangkejianren helplessly. Chekov was joking around, haha, he was a little nervous! He walked to the reception desk in the lobby. Before the waiter inside asked, Chekov called the number of the service desk on the floor of his room: "Hey? Are you that Jiro or Dalang? Ha, I am your Russian gentleman, come down and do me a favor."

Tipping on Strogen, Chekov seemed to pointing at a dead pig: "Look, how did this pile of things be transported to my room?"

Jiro was stunned for a moment. The blood on Strogen seemed to have a little more. No matter how he looked, his clothes didn't look like a good person... Chekov took out a thick stack of green dollars, threw them gently in the air, and muttered, "Oh, there's so much money that I have no place to spend, so it's better to burn it."

Jiro snatched the US dollar and said with a smile: "Sir, please come here, here, there is a freight elevator at the back door. The few people inside are my buddies, so it is easy to send people up... Our floor cleaning car can just fit a person on the floor below. But, sir, who is he?"

Chekov rolled his eyes at him, and took out a stack of banknotes: "He? American Superman, Spiderman, not human... How do I know who he is? Look at the face of your Amaterasu, get him up for me. If you talk a little longer, I will complain to you and ask the hotel to fire you. I will report you to the police department, saying that you are selling drugs to me, hurry up, bastard."

Jiro grabbed the money again, smiled and stopped talking nonsense, quickly pulled Strogen out of the car and carried it behind his back. Chekov whispered: "Send it to my room and tell your buddy, don't make any fuss... Uncle, I have nothing else, I just have money, and you will definitely benefit you."

Chekov rushed into the car, reversed wildly, rushed to the street, circled a few times, got out of the car and fled back to the hotel before the nearby police car arrived. He kept praying in his heart: "Dear Mary, I am not that bastard of Jester, I have never cursed you. I hope you can persuade God that old guy, and bless me to overcome the difficulties... God, why is the boss not here? Dear boss, I really miss you so much... As long as you are there, something can't be done."

Chekov rushed upstairs with a little confused mind and kept muttering: "What will he do when the boss is here? What will he do? God, I don't have the strength of the boss... What will he do? If you don't use violence?"

Chekov's head was running wildly, but his head was rumbling, except for the breast-enlarged beauty, there were strings of codes, and he couldn't think of how to deal with the current situation. It was obvious that Strangergen was his own person. When he said Kane's name, Strangergen showed a sudden look. It must be that he was deceived by Kane from where he cheated him. His own people had to rescue him, but just now, the police cars were running around on the street, and he was almost caught. How can he ensure his safety?

Jiro was waiting in the living room with two hotel cleaners in white uniforms. Chekov rushed in, signed a check worth 100,000 US dollars and stuffed it to them, and muttered nervously: "Don't show your temper... I tell you, this guy in black is an American agent. They came to carry out a secret mission, but was injured by the terrorist... Remember?"

Jiro looked at him dumbfoundedly, and his head became buzzing: "He is an agent? Then why did you save him? You are an agent? Oh my God, why do you look like my brother?... God, is this world in chaos? But what do you have to do with me? I just make money."

Chekov pushed them away and locked the door tightly. Then he let out a long breath, blinked his eyes, almost burst into tears, and sat on the ground weakly. When saving the ninja, he still regarded it as fun and didn't care much, or he was so lustful that he didn't notice the possible danger at all, but Stralongen was different. Judging from his dress, he clearly came to Tokyo to kill people, but he ended up being so embarrassed.

Chekov knew deeply the strength of Kane and his group of people, so Strongen would not be too slow. So, if you can make Strongen like this, you must be a big boss with great power. Look at the police cars running around on the street, Strongen is simply a time bomb.

"Your attacker won't let you go... Damn, I saved you, no matter how I explain, I won't listen to it, and I'll be miserable."

Ninjas and soldiers were lying on a sofa and looking at each other across a coffee table.

Chekov rushed over and pointed at the two of them and cursed: "Damn, who did I provoke? I just like to say hello to God on weekdays. Why did I encounter such a bastard thing after just coming to Japan for less than two months? Damn, saving a yellow monkey has already made me sad. Why are you not a beauty? Now I saved a German bastard... Damn, why should I save you? A Japanese, a German, why did I save you?"

Strogenqiang sighed: "Chekov? The boss said that Chekov, who embezzled and accepted bribes, violated other people's privacy, and did everything he wanted to do?"

Chekov was stunned for a moment, tilted his head and said, "It's not me, didn't you see it? I'm a Chinese... I'm not a shit Chekov."

Stralonggen ignored him and said directly: "Tell the boss, in the most obscure words, tell the boss now... the mission failed, completely failed, and fifty people were finished, and I escaped... Tell the boss that only Stralonggen escaped. Now, hurry up, as soon as possible, otherwise it is very likely that we will be killed without the news."

Chekov's hands trembled, and his thighs kept trembling: "Fuck, why should I help you? If I throw you from here, it has nothing to do with me... And what kind of ninja or samurai, if I throw you down, I'll be safe... Fuck, why should I... By the way, notify the boss and notify the boss... Fuck, wait, don't use the boss to suppress me. My qualifications are much older than you. Be careful that I'll stab you with the next knife... I will kill people too, although I have never killed them."

Chekov had a deep attack, rushed to his laptop, and sent a stinky and long email: "Dear, how are you doing recently? Everything is fine in Japan, but I have had some trouble with the business. I bought a group of chickens and wanted to set up a chicken farm, but they all got avian flu. Except for one little rooster, the other five thousand little hens were all finished. It really made me sad..."

Stralongen added next to it: "Tell the boss that they used supernatural powers, they could appear directly from the ground, in the water, in the air, and they were not normal humans."

The ninja's eyes immediately became sharp, and he glanced at Stralongen tightly, frowned thoughtfully. Stralongen noticed his gaze, thinking of the ninja warriors that Chekov had been talking about just now, his hand secretly touched his belt, and there was a single-shot powerful pistol hidden on it.

Chekov added a few words: "Nearby neighbors told me that these little hens have offended God, the gods in the land, in the water, and in the air, they collected the souls of these little hens... Dear, what should I do with the remaining little rooster? Eat him? Or raise it well? If possible, you'd better give me some money, I need 100 million new little hens."

Chekov sent the email to the free email address Kane applied for, then started the phone and dialed Phil's backup mobile phone number.

At this time, Phil was contacting a secret manager, and he pushed a box of dollars: "Yes, Arthur, the royal noble, kill him, this is our commission."

The manager looked at Phil in confusion: "Dear, you can do it yourself, why not do it yourself? It's not your usual style. Now the entire city of London, except for the old Wiggins, is yours. Killing a person, although he is a noble, does not take more than an hour."

The manager didn't say anything: "How dare I believe you come to the door like this? Who knows if China Yi sets a trap for me again? What if that bastard has thousands of agents protecting him, will the fuck want my man to die?"

Phil smiled and said, "Don't worry, there will be thousands of agents around him to protect him, don't worry... You understand, we have opened a security company, we are going to transfer from the underworld to the white road, we are not going to participate in these businesses anymore... This is a commission given to us by others. After we charge 15% of the agency fee, we will hand it over to you."

The manager looked at Phil skeptically: "Okay, okay, there's not much money, but it's enough to buy a life. Life is not worth a lot of money these days... Is there any information about the partner?"

Phil shook his head: "We need to check the information by ourselves. We know nothing, so we don't accept this commission... I have something to do, so I will leave first. Remember, kill him in two weeks... The other party specifically asked to kill him at a long distance with a large-caliber sniper rifle. This is the client's special hobby."

The manager nodded, stood up with a smile and saw him off: "Mr. Phil, I mean, you may need more care in the future... We are all small businesses, and we also need big names like Mr. Yi to help us."

Phil nodded: "It's easy to say, it's easy to say. Our boss likes friends the most... Huh?"

The spare number in Phil's pants pocket, only the insider knew, rang. A slippery voice said in a squeaky voice: "Dear baby, I sent you a express package. Dear, take a look..."

Phil changed his face and nodded to the manager: "I have something urgent to do... Remember, for two weeks, the client requested a large-caliber sniper rifle."

Phil drove towards the old nest. What happened to Chekov? So urgent? God, the assault team... did they move so quickly? What happened? Why didn't Starrongen contact us? They failed? He couldn't contact us? So how did Chekov know?

A big cold sweat suddenly oozed out of Phil's forehead: "Damn it, Strongen met Chekov... God, you are such a bastard. Chekov will mess up everything... Satan, I'd better pray to you bastard, let that boy Chekov get out of luck quickly, don't let him ruin the commando's affairs..."

It seems that under the influence of Jester, it won’t take long for Yi Chen’s group of subordinates to become Satan’s loyal believers.

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Seeing Phil running up panting, Yi Chen turned back in surprise: "Phil? What happened? Have you been snatched away by your little baby? Oh, don't worry, there are still a few beauties in London... Look, my hand is so beautiful, it's really beautiful."

Phil strode to him, overthrew the big three yuan that Yi Chen was about to be confused, and said nervously: "Boss, Chekov has heard news, very anxious... I don't think he is anxious because of his impotence, so it can only be other reasons, assault team."

Yi Chen hooked his fingers and two black men standing in the corner of the room walked over quickly. Yi Chen pointed to the table and signaled them to put away the mahjong plaques and rushed into the computer room with Phil, Gore, Feli, and Jester.

Jester looked at the email and cursed wildly: "Fuck, is Chekov crazy? What's the point? Damn, is he so fond of fifty thousand women alone? Sooner or later, he's weak to death."

Yi Chen said coldly: "The commando team was destroyed, and Strongen survived the only one, but it seemed that he had lost his ability to move... In the land, in the flowing water, in the air, the gods? Did they kill those little hens?"

The four people behind him looked at the small eyes with big eyes and didn't know what it meant.

Yi Chen slowly stood up, and his bones and knots all over his body were crackling: "I understand. People suddenly appeared in the air from the land, in the flowing water, and they killed fifty commandos... Ha, the escape method of Dunjia Sect, and maybe a little bit of the Five Elements Sect's kung fu skills to attract the power of the Five Elements into the body, ha, Japanese ninja... Hahahahaha, the strength of the Yamaguchi group is like this. No wonder they have to spend 400 million US dollars to kill one person. Haha, we all underestimated each other, we are all fools."

Yi Chen kept laughing, but he didn't smile at all, and his whole body was as cold as a statue of a god.

Jester widened his eyes: "What's going on? Boss?"

Yi Chen said coldly: "The real background of the Japanese ninja group is a ninja group. They killed our commando team... It's hard for Chekov. He can finally make these sentences to describe these things..."

Yi Chen deleted the email and whispered: "Then, Chekov is in danger... When he encounters big things, it is always difficult for him to calm down. His head is simply the head of a madman... I can't be like what he will do. Notify Kane, I need him to know about this, yes, notify him."

Feili looked at Yi Chen: "Boss, what should I do? If the commando fails, it will not be effective if we send other soldiers over. What should we do? Do we take action in person?"

Yi Chen looked at Feili seriously: "No, Feili, you don't know the horror of Japanese ninjas... I finally understand what the things recorded in the Tianxing Sect's classics mean. He said that someone stole the Dunjia Sect's classics and was chased by the Dunjia Sect and the Five Elements Sect for thousands of years, but there was no result... The Dunjia Sect is very strong and can survive their pursuit. They naturally have their own uniqueness. In the Tianxing Sect's records, there is no mention of who stole the classics, but now looking at Chekov's description, I guess it."

Yi Chen was a little hurt. He might not be afraid of the strange methods of Dunjia Sect and Five Elements Sect, but Feili and the others had no resistance at all. Sudden attacks can often kill opponents ten times stronger than him, let alone those Japanese people are not very weak...

Jester interrupted Yi Chen's thoughts: "Boss, no matter how you deal with them, are you really sure you want to tell Kane these things?"

Yi Chen nodded: "Yes."

Phil patted his forehead: "Boss, Kane will tear down the whole of Paris."

Yi Chen smiled: "Kain? No, I believe his judgment. Kane is not good at using his mind, but when it comes to war, we are not as good as him. He is a natural commander and he will make the most favorable judgment."

"Maybe, killing people with a knife is the best way... Haha, kill people with a knife... I don't want the 400 million cute US dollars to fly back to the client's pocket, and then 'they' will be covered with a shadow of defeat."

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In Paris, Mr. Bai Jiade's luxurious residence, a group of frivolous young men are raising glasses with him. It can be said that these young men are also pioneers in the Paris social circle. Let's first understand whether Bai Jiade is worth dating. As long as Bai Jiade performs well enough, these young men will naturally try their best to promote it for him.

A soldier from the ‘Black Devil’ unit walked to Kane and muttered a few words in a low voice.

Kane immediately became a different person. If he was a stone statue just now, then at this moment he would become an angry giant, with blue veins on his forehead jumping desperately, and his fists kept clattering. Kane strode out of the luxurious living room.

Bai Jiade saw Kane's changes and saw him walking out. He was puzzled by what happened. A loud noise suddenly came from outside. The young master exclaimed and looked at Bai Jiade...

Bai Jiade frowned and was suspicious: "This guy won't put a bomb in the yard, right? God, please don't let him do this, otherwise my efforts will be completely over... 10 million US dollars, and the beautiful Alansha... Oh, damn German soldiers."

A group of people rushed out of the living room, and then saw several jade statues shattered into the pool water in the large fountain in the yard.

Kane walked towards Bai Jiade with a smile on his face: "Sir, as you told me, we demolished these statues to facilitate your replacement...The French construction workers, their aesthetic views are really not satisfactory."

Bai Jiade was slightly stunned: "When did I tell you to smash these statues?"

But he quickly woke up: "Yes, of course, but we can't blame our construction workers. They are not wrong. What is wrong is these statues, ordinary jade? Too times, I need a more elegant and noble material, Sloch, to choose the best statues, I require their eyes to be inlaid with gems so that we can be worthy of our identity."

Sloke, who is from the same organization as Bai Jiade and looks like a graceful and luxurious old man, also plays the role of Bai Jiade's housekeeper, and bent down respectfully: "As you wish, master... these statues are indeed too crude. This is my mistake. Sorry, master. Two days later, you will see the statues that satisfy you."

A young man applauded softly: "Oh my God, only the princes in ancient times will do this. Dear Mr. Bai Jiade, do you understand? You let us understand the style of ancient nobles... What kind of new statues are you going to replace?"

Bai Jiade smiled reservedly: "The sterling silver is inlaid with orchids in his eyes... Ha, of course, they are all statues of beautiful women, goddess of hunting, goddess of love, goddess of youth, goddess of harvest, and goddess of harvest. This way, it looks talented, doesn't it?"

The young men applauded softly and made up their minds to be the first to publish this news in the club. This marquis from Central Europe is indeed an absolute nobleman, but the noblest and richest one.

Kane smiled and thought to himself: "I can't be impulsive. They can kill Stralongen's squad. They are very powerful... They can't be impulsive. Other soldiers will definitely die if they pass by... Let the boss decide what the boss should do. The boss will not make mistakes, he has never missed it."

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Yi Chen instructed Phil to send a letter to Chekov: "Take good care of the remaining little roosters, you can't give the money quickly. We are very tight on our hands and the market is unstable, so we will eat our money soon."

I hope Chekov doesn't do something outrageous. It's enough to let Strongen and himself return to London safely. Jester whispered: "If Strongen is alone in the wilderness, the chance of survival will be much greater than that with that bastard Chekov now."

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The ninja looked at Strongen, and Strongen looked at him too.

Chekov received a reply from Yi Chen, sighed in despair, and sat on the ground and wailed: "My holiday, my beauty, my little Japanese girl, my female body is so strong... God, fuck you bastard, why should you treat me like this? No wonder Jester wants to believe in Satan. Fuck, I will follow him to believe in Satan as well."

The ninja asked in a low voice: “'They'?"

Chekov shook slightly, but the ninja's gaze was not in this direction, so he did not notice his abnormality.

Stralongen looked at him a little strangely: "'They'? What does it mean?"

The ninja was stunned for a moment and said in a low voice: "Who are you targeting in Tokyo? Maybe we can become collaborators."

Stranggen looked at him, but didn't say anything for a long time. He grabbed the single-shot small pistol with his left hand, and his eyes changed rapidly.
To be continued...