Chapter 815 Dude... Farewell

Mingzhu, No. 76 Jisfeier Road.

In front of the door are two half-person-high dadoes, which can be used as fortifications at critical moments. This is the No. 76 intelligence room of the puppet Wang government supported by the Japanese.

At this time, in the office of the head of the intelligence department.

Li Shiqun was reporting to Ken Doihara, a senior official of the Japanese intelligence agency who was influenced by Chinese culture and also played the trick of recruiting disciples.

Li Shiqun was the first disciple he accepted, which also gave him the position as the head of intelligence in Room 76.

"Teacher, do you have a mission to come here?" In the office, Li Shiqun asked cautiously.

"En." Ken Doihara, who was fat and short behind the desk, looked like a living short melon, snorted softly, and said, "This time I have a new task for you, which is very important."

Ken Doihara handed over all the issues related to Mobil oil to his proud dog leg.

In his eyes, a "disciple" is a dog leash for disobedient wild dogs, so that they obey his orders obediently and be proud of it.

then……

When necessary, such as when the autumn fat grows fat, these well-behaved 'earth dogs' should be slaughtered and served on the table, contributing their final value.

When the good dog sent his new master away in person, a bold idea suddenly rose in his heart.

The idea stemmed from the news he had just received that that person might come to Mingzhu, and he himself came here in person.

Not sure yet, but he'll find out.

"Sir, Fang is still unwilling to speak, should we let him go." His subordinates knocked on the door and interrupted his thinking.

Fang Yexian, he is known as the king of domestic products, and the chemical industry company he founded has invented many self-owned products.

Such as mosquito coils, toothpaste, towels, soap and other daily necessities.

This also made Fang Yexian the target of 'No. 76'. These daring spies wanted to knock a fortune from him, so they faked and planted that he had contact with Shancheng.

The king of domestic products is a well-known big businessman in Mingzhu and even the whole country.

His disappearance has sparked public opinion and official investigations. The patrol house already knows that they did it and is trying to find a way to get him.

He is a big money maker for the patrol house, especially for the police and the public security department in the concession, so Fang Yexian doesn't believe that they dare to do anything to him.

"No, go on... If he doesn't want to admit it and spend a sum of money for safety, then he doesn't have to go out!" Li Shiqun waved his hands perfunctorily to signal his subordinates to leave.

He is not in the mood to care about Fang right now. Although he is also a big shot, compared to his next plan, he is nothing worth mentioning.

If the plan goes well, Ken Doihara will never want to show off his power in front of him, and he will become a real big shot.

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America, Chicago Coliseum.

clatter...

There was thunderous applause, and the Bolshoi Ballet had just finished their wonderful performance.

All the audience watching the performance gave warm applause for this wonderful performance.

Except for one person.

Li Zitao clapped his hands rhythmically as he watched Ulanova who was receiving flowers in the front row in the box.

"Charlie, are you really going to the Pearl?" Ben, who was invited to watch the show, took two steps forward and asked beside him, "That's not a good idea."

"I need someone with weight to come to Mingzhu to take care of all the troubles... All the oil going to the Far East will go through there in the future, which is very important!"

Li Zitao thought about going by himself, but like Ben said, it's not a good idea.

"Rush...how about letting Rush go?" Ben suggested suddenly.

The clapping hands gradually stopped, and Li Zitao looked at him with strange eyes, which seemed to be filled with curiosity and doubt.

"Don't look at me like that... I just think he can handle it, you know, Rush is so good at it that sometimes even I count on him for help.

"

Ben patted him on the shoulder naturally, and said half seriously and half jokingly.

"Yes, he is a good choice!" Li Zitao looked at him meaningfully, and nodded in agreement.

20 minutes later, Li Zitao received Ulanova, and Ben also said goodbye tactfully.

"I've booked a seat at the hotel. There are chefs from Russia there. I think you miss the food from your hometown." He opened the car door for her personally, and Li Zitao walked around to the other side to get in the car, mentioning the next arrangement.

Although Li Zitao knows nothing about Soviet specialties except the fresh and juicy Ukrainian girls and Da Lieba, it does not prevent him from admiring them.

"Yes, I can't wait for a goulash and chuck...It would be nice to have bread with caviar, crepes and sour milk soup."

Ulanova swallowed her saliva as she spoke, showing her frankness without any affectation.

The distance from the theater to the hotel was not very far, and soon the two arrived downstairs, and Li Zitao thoughtfully opened the door for her.

"Are you so considerate to every girl, Mr. Charlie?" Ulanova handed him the hand to get out of the car.

"No, only for some special girls." Li Zitao put his arms around her waist as he said, seeing that the other party did not object, he knew that tonight was safe.

Compared with the other party, I don't mind having a pleasant exchange before leaving.

Although Li Zitao is a humble person, he has to say that he has very strong capital both externally and internally.

When Li Zitao and Ulanova had dinner, Ben was lying on the roof fence of the opera house and smoking a cigarette.

With seven or eight cigarette butts thrown at his feet, it could be seen that he was going through a struggle.

Soon, the cigarette in his hand was almost burned out.

Taking a deep breath, feeling the burning tingle on the back of his fingers, Ben threw it downstairs and strode towards the stairwell door.

The next day, Club No. 22.

I stood in the office and looked downstairs. He announced the news himself just now; Rush will go to Mingzhu to handle related matters as the boss's plenipotentiary representative.

Watching Rush get into his Lamborghini from the window, Ben turned to pick up the phone from the table: "Don't let him come back."

Hanging up the phone, looking at the back of the car gradually disappearing, Ben knew exactly what he was going to do.

He would drive to Beverly, stop at the opposite estate, only 1,000 yards from his own, and soon Joanna would appear in front of him.

They would say their goodbyes, bemoan their impending parting, and then comfort each other, caress, and talk about what it would be like to be together again.

Then the atmosphere heats up, the lips get closer and closer, and the hot snort sprays on each other's faces, they will kiss each other affectionately, remembering each other's taste.

And finally a hard fuck, by the pool, on the windowsill, on the couch, on the kitchen counter or wherever...

fuck all night.

boom.

He grabbed something and was smashed against the wall, took a deep breath to calm his chest, looked out the window with cold eyes, Ben said softly: "Dude...farewell."