Miss President wants to talk to you

Edgar was very dissatisfied with the agent's speed.

"Run forward!"

She shouted, "You've delayed something important, and I'll hold you responsible!"

The agent immediately took off running.

Claire saw this and hesitated to speak.

She suddenly realized.

Edgar now seems to have developed post-traumatic stress disorder after the failure of St. Joseph's Cathedral.

He is clearly very strong, but he is overly cautious.

Forget it.

Claire sighed inwardly, deciding to cooperate with Edgar this time.

Then I'll take her to see a psychologist.

Time passed gradually, and it was around 11:30 p.m.

The target has finally appeared.

Barannikov arrived at a tavern called Birch in the port area in a black sedan.

On the surface, this was just a tavern frequented by Rossian immigrants.

In fact, the backyard was connected to the warehouse, and the warehouse was connected to the dock.

It's perfect for smuggling.

When Barannikov got out of the car, he was accompanied by four men.

One of them was carrying a suitcase.

Claire whispered, "Chief, we can proceed."

"Not urgent."

Edgar stared intently at the suitcase. "What's inside? Could it be a weapon of mass destruction?"

Claire was speechless.

What kind of weapons of mass destruction could be stored in such a small box?

Moreover, the agents they mobilized for this operation were enough to turn the entire metropolis upside down.

Even if the box is full of magic explosive grenades, there's nothing to be afraid of.

Caution is a good thing.

But going too far is not good.

Finally, at this moment, the agent who had gone to activate the pulse anti-aircraft gun returned.

"Chief, everything is ready."

The agent, panting, said, "All weapons are in place, and the entire area has been sealed off!"

"it is good!"

Edgar had been waiting for this moment, and she immediately gave the order, "Move out!"

……

Barannikov has no criminal plans for tonight.

He recently completed a large order, smuggling a batch of old Red Luo weapons into the federal underground market.

They made a fortune.

However, because the commotion was quite loud, it seems to have caught the attention of the local police.

Barannikov hid for a long time until recently, when the storm seemed to have died down.

Only then did he dare to leave his house.

Right now, all he wants to do is have a good drink and enjoy himself.

Good evening, Ivan.

Barannikov was in a good mood and even greeted the doorman.

"Sir, you've arrived? I thought you were lying low lately?"

"What do you mean by 'laying low'?"

Barannikov looked displeased.

In the underworld, face is the most important thing.

Even if you really are hiding from the limelight, you can't admit it!

"Who do you take me for? Let me tell you, I have connections in both the legitimate and underworld circles, and I don't need to lay low."

"Do you know the Bureau of Investigation? I've even had dinner with their director, Edgar!"

The doorman was clearly taken aback.

He couldn't help but ask, "Really?"

"Of course it's true!"

Barannikov laughed, "Edgar even told me herself that she was very impressed with me. Maybe I'll be able to see her again soon!"

Before he could finish speaking...

Suddenly, hurried footsteps sounded simultaneously from both sides of the dock.

A huge crowd poured out from all directions.

The sound of a gyroplane propeller filled the sky, and a huge searchlight shot down.

Place the light directly in the center of Barannikov's face.

"FBI!"

"Everyone, lay down your weapons!"

Chapter 78: The World Is About to Change

This scene deeply moved Barannikov.

He couldn't help but look at the doorman.

"What have you done?!"

Barannikov was utterly shocked.

He frequented this Birch Tavern and knew the owner well; he had no idea it could cause such a commotion.

They actually attracted so many agents from the Investigation Bureau, and even a magical gyroplane!

What exactly did you do?

President kidnapping or armed rebellion?

Even now, Barannikov still doesn't believe that the Investigation Bureau is targeting him.

All I did was forge some fake passports and resell some expired weapons.

Is it worthwhile for the Bureau of Investigation to deploy so many people?

That's really something. Do I even deserve to report in front of the breeding pig station?

Therefore, there is only one answer.

This Birch Tavern must have done something truly extraordinary in the underworld to attract such a luxurious lineup.

No!

I can't just wait to die!

Thinking of this, Barannikov raised his hands and shouted at the roaring gyrocopter overhead:

"I'm reporting this! This tavern is suspected of serious illegal activities, which I was completely unaware of beforehand. I'm willing to sever all ties with them!"

The next second, several Bureau of Investigation agents rushed up.

"Hands up!"

"Get down!"

"Everyone, stay still!"

Barannikov's mind was in a mess, and he didn't know whether he should lie down or stay still.

But when the agents actually rushed in front of him, he still made a choice immediately.

Without anyone lifting a finger, he simply covered his head and lay face down on the ground.

"I will cooperate with the investigation!"

He shouted, "I have nothing to do with the Birch Tavern! I was just passing by!"

Edgar stepped out from the back of the crowd.

His wide-brimmed hat was pulled low, his black trench coat billowed in the night wind, and behind him was the searchlight of a gyroplane.

He looks like the ultimate enforcer who stepped out of a crime novel cover.

Barannikov heard footsteps and struggled to lift his head.

Then he saw Edgar.

At that moment, his heart skipped a beat.

and many more.

This woman...