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Chapter 495 St. Petersburg, Undercurrent Game

that's it.

Under the Earl's solemn orders.

His third son, Bruce Ivanovich, was kicked out of the office.

Ten seconds later.

Chewing on what Count David Ivanovich, who had an extremely ruthless style of doing things, had just said.

Stratt's face also showed a distorted human approval:

"You really know how to kill two birds with one stone. Our exploration of the ruins has reached a critical period.

You really need to be more careful.

Whether it’s the EU’s Aurora, Night Watch or even a seat on the Astronomical Society’s board, I’m not sure who it will be, but someone must have been eyeing us.

Cover it up through your son's usual dandy behavior.

even,

This was a way to divert attention and thus take over the orphanage smoothly.

interesting,
It's been so much fun working with you.

It's a pity that Bruce is going to be the victim."

“That’s my son!

Strat, watch what you just said."

There was a hint of ruthlessness in David Ivanovich's hawk-like eyes:
"Unless, he is really so useless that he is completely useless.

Is the potion I mentioned before finished?
We all understand: the ruins are not the key, the [Star Gate] behind the ruins is the key.

If we don't expand, the even more inhumane demons of the United States Federation might find the 'Silver Clock City'."

"No, no, no.

Whatever it is really called, the City of Silver Clocks, the City of Mechanical Clocks? Or some Mechanical Glowing City.

The Sea of Lost is simply too big.

No one knows or cares except us.

Soon, our plan will succeed.

Those foolish drifters probably had no idea what kind of power they held in their hands.

after all.

They just 'happened' to pick up that relic.

As for the night watchmen of the United States Federation.

According to the information I got,
They tracked the dragon skeleton bait of the zero-sum game to the first route, and those fools would only run further and further away.

You just need to be careful not to let the institute expose more news recently. The transfer of the previous batch of personnel was a risk.

We have to be more careful from now on.”

Hear Strat say this.

There was a hint of irony in Count David Ivanovich's words:
"Weren't they your allies in Detroit, Kabul, Johannesburg, and even Florence before the zero-sum game?"

“They are certainly our allies.

But there are also differences between allies.”

The middle-aged man bowed gracefully and smiled.

"The key point that can affect all this is
There are only interests, not beliefs. "

In response, Count David Ivanovich could not help but sneer:

"Godless stuff."

"We are already in hell, Mr. Ivanovitch."

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Saint Petersburg, the city of white nights.

As a port city on the Baltic Sea coast.

The economy here is extremely prosperous.

Especially compared to Moscow as a political center, St. Petersburg probably evolved faster in its century of origin.

There are layers of tall buildings standing side by side.

What many people don’t know is that many of these properties belong to Christopher.

Even if Count Ivanovich was standing in the glass mirror wall on the top floor of his building and looking into the distance, his greedy eyes could not take in the entire magnificent city.

But everything has two sides.

Even though there is such a prosperous economy here, it has gradually become more and more inclined towards high-tech in recent years.

As a result, some workers in the old factories in the downtown area are gradually being left behind by the times.

The Lower Town of St. Petersburg is more like a corner forgotten by time, shrouded in a unique atmosphere of depression.

The narrow and winding streets crisscross each other, and the houses standing on both sides of the streets seem to be mottled marks left by the vicissitudes of time.

Most of these houses are low and old, with mosses on the walls and mottled bricks revealing a sense of vicissitudes. In the dim corridor, the light is dim and cold, as if it wants to swallow people up.

The pace of life here is slow and heavy, as if bound by an invisible force.

There were few pedestrians on the street, and occasionally a few people walked hurriedly, their faces full of fatigue and helplessness.

In the shop windows, old goods are piled up like mountains, but no one is interested in buying them. The air is filled with a dull and depressing atmosphere, as if even the human soul is infected by this environment and has lost its original vitality.

Right now.

An old baron with a hunched back slowly walked out of the hospital gate.
He lit a cigarette under a tree.
He took out the wrinkled medical report in his hand and took a look at it.

And what was written on that test report was the information about his son who was beaten into a vegetative state.

Looking at the pessimistic monitoring, I recalled what the doctor just said.

He coughed twice in silence, holding the paper in his hand but not knowing what to do with it.

Right now.

A familiar phone call also came in, it was a female voice that sounded a little hoarse from crying:

"How is my brother?"

“There will always be a way.

Venesa, are you doing well in school? "

Hear him say that.

In a middle school office, a beautiful but haggard young woman whispered:

“Yeah, I’m fine.

Let me talk about it when I get back."

She was holding a newly packed cardboard box filled with things she had used to teach at this school:
There were several textbooks, a dozen notebooks for preparing lesson plans, and a few carbon pens whose ink was running out.

This is all that belongs to her.

A dismissal slip was placed not far from her desk.

Almost within two days.

My brother's job as a coast guard was interrupted suddenly because of the violent resistance of a fugitive. He was beaten into a coma and even became a vegetable.

However, I was directly dismissed by the academic affairs group because of unreasonable complaints from some parents.

even,

Even the No. 13 Street Management Bureau in the Lower Town District, which was responsible for inspecting their orphanage, began to make things difficult for them.

She didn't know why:
My originally peaceful life completely collapsed in an instant.

But even so.

There was still danger approaching her.

Just around the corner from this run-down middle school in the lower town of St. Petersburg, a black sedan had been waiting for a long time.

And in that car.

It was these gang members who had just obtained permission from Count Ivanovich and were ordered by Ivanovich to kidnap her directly.

Three minutes later.

Holding a tattered cardboard box, Venesa - Ingrid - Reynolds lowered her head and slowly walked out of the old school gate.

Although she pretended to be fine while talking to her father on the phone,

But in fact, this weak girl no longer knew how to continue living.

at the same time.

Inside the black car, a gangster with a black and yellow Mohawk whistled:

"This girl is really attractive in both appearance and figure.
That haggard look makes me feel a little sick."

"That's because you don't like it. Other nobles like this."

Hearing the younger brothers' frivolous tone.

The gang leader sitting in the back seat couldn't help but curse them:
“If you want to die, I won’t stop you.

Now shut up."

just.

They haven't started yet.

Next second,
More than a dozen roaring modified heavy-duty motorcycles rushed over from the rugged roads in the lower city and surrounded the black car.

I saw these people spraying graffiti on the modified motorcycles.

The gang leader was startled.

“Heavy-loaded Thunder Leopard!
Aren’t they active in Xicheng District?”

But before he could say anything more, a dozen gangsters armed with machetes and wearing riveted leather jackets smashed down their car door.

Subsequently.

He directly dragged the people out of the car.

At this moment, in a cafe in the downtown area, although it is not so luxurious, the atmosphere is very comfortable.

Su Wen calmly took a sip of the still warm latte in his hand:

“Remember the agency program I talked about?

In this place in St. Petersburg.

But he doesn't necessarily.
Only one. "

(End of this chapter)