Chapter 169

The police did not make things difficult for Sergey Sha, after all he was a citizen of the Soviet Union. [No pop-up novel website] So after staying in the police station for one night. The lawyer hired by Ivankov brought Seryozha out of the police station early the next morning.

"Your problem is not serious, the other party does not intend to sue you. I just ask you not to talk about this matter to anyone!" The lawyer explained to Seryozha.

"What's the matter?" Seryozha asked in surprise.

"It is said that a reporter who came from New York for vacation last night saw the whole process. You know, it is not a glorious thing for a diplomat to renege on a bill in a casino! So the other party probably wants to make a big deal smaller!" the lawyer told Sergio Sand explained.

"What about our loss? I will also send that guy to prison for a few days!" Ivankov said angrily.

"The other party intends to reconcile with you in private. As for sending him to prison, there is nothing I can do! The other party has diplomatic immunity, and we cannot sue the other party through legal means!" the lawyer said helplessly.

"Good lawyer, thank you for your help. But I want to know what are the benefits of diplomatic immunity?" Seryozha asked curiously.

"Sir, simply say that if someone is a diplomat of a certain country, even if the other party kills someone, we have nothing to do with him!" the lawyer said succinctly.

Upon hearing this, Seryozha smiled with satisfaction. He said to the lawyer: "Sir, your explanation is very thorough, thank you for your help!"

Seryozha asked Ivankov to take the lawyer home first, while he himself called a taxi back to the hotel. Along the way a daring plan began to form in her mind. He already knew what he had to do to stop the police from biting Yuri.

Seryozha returned to the hotel alone, and on the way he had already told his lovers that he was safe. Back in his suite, Seryozha first comforted his lovers who had been worried all night. Then he opened his carry-on luggage and took out the voice-changing device and satellite phone he used when he was pretending to be Nikolai.

Seryozha casually picked up the yellow page of the address book in the hotel room. He called his lovers together, made a gesture of silence, and everyone fell silent immediately. Looking curiously at Seryozha, he didn't know what the hell he was doing.

Seryozha opened the yellow pages, looked for the phone number and address information he wanted, and first found the phone number of the Italian embassy. After thinking about it for a while, he shook his head, this is not suitable. Even if those mafia are willing to help, I'm afraid Italy's diplomatic status is not easy to get. So Seryozha walked to the world map, and his eyes began to search for those small and inconspicuous countries on the map, poor countries,

It intends to find breakthroughs from these countries.

Some countries can't see the land at all on the map, only one name is placed there. Seryozha looked at it for a long time, and his eyes hurt from looking at it, but no one was satisfied. Although there are many countries in the world that are short of money, and Seryozha thinks that as long as he spends some money, it is still possible to get the identities of two diplomats. However, the regimes in many countries are extremely unstable, and some countries have no credibility at all. Seryozha did not want to waste his money for nothing. And now Yuri and Ivankov are both holding Italian passports, and the candidate country must also have diplomatic relations with Italy, which really stumps Seryozha. Seryozha turned his attention to Italy again, and began to consider how to discuss the feasibility of this matter with the mafia. At this moment, a line of small characters under Rome caught Seryozha's attention.

"The Vatican! The Papal State!" Seryozha couldn't help but read aloud.

Sergey suddenly remembered something. A few years ago, when Sergey's business was just starting, he had funded the Solidarity trade union. At that time, he indirectly contacted the Papal State and the American government through the mafia. . If Seryozha handed over the evidence of the Papal State's collusion with the Solidarity Trade Union to the Soviet Union, then this small country in the city of Rome might be in big trouble.

Thinking of this, Seryozha already had the best choice in his heart. He successfully found the phone number of the Pope's embassy in the United States on the yellow pages.

. . .

"Boom~~Boom~~Boom!" A knock on the door interrupted the communication between the Holy See Plenipotentiary in the United States, Archbishop Russell, and God. Although he was very dissatisfied in his heart, he still spoke calmly to the people outside the door : "Come in, please! My child!"

The visitor was none other than Russell's secretary. He walked up to Russell, whispered something to him, then picked up the receiver on the phone in the room, and handed it to Russell with a serious face.

Russell took the phone hesitantly, and said to the man on the other end of the phone who called himself Nicholas: "May the Lord bless you, my child!"

"My lord bishop, thank you for your blessing! But the reason I'm talking to you today is to let you bless more people, such as my two friends!" Sergey Sha said on the other side of the phone.

"How do you need me to help you?" Russell asked seriously.

"It's very simple, I hope you will provide my two friends with the diplomatic status of the Holy See in the United States! Of course, I will not ask for your blessings in vain! I am willing to donate a sum of money to the Holy See, the amount is 100 million U.S. dollars !” Seryozha bargained with Bishop Russell like a business deal.

"I think you are really a little whimsical, sir! How can our diplomatic status be a bargaining chip for donations! You are an insult to me, the Holy See, and God!" Russell said righteously and sternly.

"I have already told the gentleman who answered the phone just now. I have evidence that you have colluded with the Solidarity union and the Italian Mafia. If you do not agree to my conditions, don't blame me for revealing this secret!" Xie Liao Sha threatened with a smile.

"How dare you, our Holy See has never done such a thing!" Russell flatly denied.

"Really, my lord bishop? Do you want me to tell the reporter the amount of your aid, the people who handled it, and the people who supported the solidarity trade union, so that they will be published in the newspaper tomorrow morning?" Serio Sand threatened.

"You...you..." Bishop Russell was so angry that the other party was speechless, but he knew in his heart that what the other party said was true. This matter was planned by the Polish-born Pope himself, but unexpectedly, it leaked. If it fell into the hands of the Soviets, the activities of the Holy See in Eastern European countries would be severely hit. More importantly, The Holy See will also be accused of interfering in a country's internal affairs and colluding with the mafia. This is a scandal that the Holy See, which rules Catholics all over the world in the name of the Lord, cannot bear.

"What should we do?" Russell couldn't make a decision.