Chapter 1465: Phone

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A few hours after Zhou Qingfeng arrived in Paris, Chekhov, who planned the T-50 incident, hurried back to Paris. He came back so anxiously not because he was in a hurry to kill his target, but because the Maoxiong government was furious because of the T-50 incident.

The advanced fighter jets I developed to fight against the air pressure of China and the United States in the future were easily driven to Mongolia. If you can go to Mongolia, you can naturally go to a flower grower, and you can even go to Korea, Japan, or the United States. Then develop a ghost plane!

The problem was so serious that Chekhov fled Ulaanbaatar in a hurry. And when he arrived in Paris, his mood had just relaxed-the air was so sweet in the free world of the West.

Outside the airport, a team of strong Russian men wearing sunglasses was waiting for Chekov. The door of the beautiful Bentley luxury car was opened, and the female secretary with long legs and hips was dancing and flirting in the car. All this made Chekov feel that life is so good again.

Chekov got into the car, and saw another burly man with a bigger presence sitting beside the female secretary. The other party sank deeply into the leather sofa, and said expressionlessly: "Chekov, you have caused me trouble."

Isn't that what pot is not opened and which pot is lifted!

Chekov let out a 'huh', with no expression on his indifferent face, "I'm sorry, boss. I don't know what went wrong. Your plan was perfect, but the fighter plane was shot down. No one can do that. Explanation."

For more than ten hours, the public opinion has been hyping up the 'T-50' time, and various speculations are flying everywhere. There are "the theory of trek and crash", "the theory of defection and shooting down", and even the "theory of encountering J-20"... There are all kinds of whimsical ideas, but there is no "theory of encountering F-22".

Some things cannot be hidden. The underground world in Europe is watching the jokes of the Russian gangsters, and there are discussions among different gangs.

Chekov's boss was annoyed, but he didn't want to let go. "Our target arrived in Paris a few hours ago. I sent someone to deliver a bullet to them. I think he should have felt a little fear.

This time we must kill him, or our prestige will be greatly damaged. I can give you another chance to kill that guy named 'Lin Sen' and restore our and your own reputation. "

In the gangster world, reputation is life. In the cold and low tone of the boss, Chekov knew that he had to do it as soon as possible, because his boss had never had much patience, "Understood, sir. I will deal with it as soon as possible."

Bentley drove to the 77th province in the suburbs, which is a traditional rich area in Paris with a very high safety factor. The patrolling police cars pass by very diligently. The villas here have perfect security measures. Bodyguards wearing sunglasses are the most common people here.

The Bentley finally stopped in front of a large villa, and the wrought iron gate of the villa opened automatically to let the luxury car in. The car stopped at the front corridor of the villa, the bodyguard was responsible for opening the door, and the burly boss came down first.

"Welcome back, Mr. Gusinski." The butler of the villa stepped forward and bowed slightly. From a normal point of view, Chekov's boss is a financial investment tycoon from Russia, a legitimate businessman, and a respected philanthropist.

As the boss of the gangster, Gusinski let out a 'hum' and walked into his villa. And there are more than 30 bodyguards in charge of defense inside and outside this villa, and the security is extremely high.

It was already early in the morning, and Gusinski went to the airport to pick Chekov back to show that he attached great importance to the "Reward of the Century". Winning this bounty is not only a matter of money, but also a matter of fame and prestige. He must urge this matter to be done as soon as possible.

At this moment, Gusinski also felt tired. He took off his coat and walked slowly towards the stairs to the bedroom. But the housekeeper of the villa suddenly ran over and hurriedly said, "Sir, I have a call for you."

Looking back at the mobile phone brought by the butler, Gusinski frowned and asked, "Who is calling?"

"He said he was Lin Sen.

"The butler's expression is also very strange.

"Hehe... that's very interesting. Could it be that you begged me for mercy?" Gusinski picked up the phone with a sneer and called 'Hello', and then he heard a greeting from the phone, "Is that Mr. Gusinski? "

"it's me."

"I'm Lin Sen. I just arrived in Paris. You should know me, right?"

"Oh, welcome to Paris. Of course I know you. It's unexpected, but I'm glad you called me. Is there anything I can do for you?"

Gusinski said this with a smile on his face, as if playing an idiot. But his smile froze quickly, because the person he was talking to on the phone was not a good person.

"I heard that there was a $100 million 'reward of the century' targeting me. I was really shocked! What shocked me even more was that someone bought a Russian T-50 just to kill me. It is a real honor for me to be able to mobilize such an advanced and classified fighter.

Mr. Gusinski, as far as I know you are behind this. I have to admire your imagination and action. Really, I really admire your guts. But I don't want to die yet, so I can only ask you and your men to die. "

Hearing that he revealed his true face so quickly on the phone, Gusinski's face jumped. When he heard Zhou Qingfeng talk about the "reward of the century", he still wanted to pretend to comfort him; when he heard Zhou Qingfeng talk about him planning this matter, he still wanted to categorically deny it; but he heard death threats...

Gusinski's heart froze, and he shouted in a rough voice: "Mr. Lin, do you have any misunderstandings about me? Do you think I am a person who can be threatened?"

"Don't deny it, it's pointless. I'm just reminding you who's going to kill you next. Now... enjoy your last days. You have three very special friends coming, good night! "Zhou Qingfeng hung up the phone, and easily twisted his body in his room.

The female national security officer was watching Zhou Qingfeng, and hearing his tone and words on the phone, she immediately asked, "Who are you calling?"

"A Russian who made a fortune by reselling the Soviet Union's huge arms inventory more than 20 years ago. He still has some power in Russia. He was the one who solved the T-50 incident more than ten hours ago. Who wants to kill me , I will naturally not be polite to him."

Latin dance music was playing in the bedroom of the suite, and Zhou Qingfeng kept twisting and twisting along with the fast-paced melody, his unrestrained appearance seemed rebellious and wild. To be honest, he danced pretty well.

But the female national security officer still asked: "What do you mean by 'not being polite'? What exactly are you going to do?"

Zhou Qingfeng stopped moving, tilted his head and said, "Kill someone. If others want to kill me, should I wash my neck and wait for others? Have you ever killed someone?"

The female national security officer had read some materials about "Lin Sen", but she really didn't expect that Zhou Qingfeng would openly shout about killing people just after arriving in Paris. Facing the rhetorical question, she could only change the subject and say, "I will report this situation."

Zhou Qingfeng's female officer responded with a shrug and a sneer. At the same time, three unexpected guests came to Gusinski's villa.