Yi Chen returned to his old nest, and Phil and the others happened to enter the door. Yi Chen looked at the two of them with hopeful eyes. Phil shook his head apologetically and said, "Boss, there is no news. The London District Court does not know any news, and there is no knowledge that anyone from the Internet has been arrested."

Yi Chen complained: "The incompetent guy, Phil, the money I give to this guy will be reduced by 20% every month in the future. I told him that I am very dissatisfied with his work ability, huh?"

Phil spread his hands: "As you wish, boss."

Gore asked, "Boss, is there any news?"

Yi Chen nodded and led everyone into the underground secret room, then he said with a little gloating: "Good news, good news, Jester, tell us my dear Mr. Twins."

Jester smiled: "It's so wonderful. Our dear Mr. Chekov, now being tortured at the Vauxhall Bridge. You say, what will the British MISA agents use to deal with our Chekov? Beat it? Electric shock? Inject special medicines? Or noise damage? Oh, our poor Chekov lamb, this time it's unlucky. Who told him that he always says damn God, damn God?"

Philee glanced at him: "Jester, do you respect God?"

Jester retorted: "Yes, I always say that God, the bitch whom I keep, but I am confident that I will not be caught by the Military Intelligence Bureau."

Yi Chen gently kicked Jester and said, "Forget it, God is also very pitiful, so don't always curse others. Ah, I think we need to prepare to take action and let our Mr. Chekov escape from the sea of ​​suffering as soon as possible. Damn it... I hope the person we rescued is still a living person, and I don't want any parts missing from him."

Phil said calmly: "I'm afraid that the damn agents will kill Chekov and the others and then arrange the charges at will. The news I got from the court, and the parliament was very dissatisfied with some departments in the UK because the financial markets are still turbulent."

Yi Chen nodded: "Old Weilun also mentioned this possibility. The British are used to using evidence they forged to conceal their incompetence. Therefore, for the sake of Chekov's safety, for our own safety, and for the sake of ours, in order to enjoy the tens of billions of dollars from the British government in the future, we need to let Chekov come out. Do you have any opinions?"

Everyone shook their heads and Fei Li asked curiously: "Boss, how much money do we have now?"

Yi Chen smiled strangely: "Now? When we left China, the group of Russians had scraped nearly 50 billion from the British government. After deducting the pre-preparation costs, the deduction of action costs and all costs accounted for less than 2%. Then we shared 40% of them with Mr. Plov. How many do you think is there? We accounted for 20% of the 50 billion..."

Jester asked dissatisfiedly: "Didn't we say we get 50%? Where did 60% of the total go?"

Yi Chen looked at Jester and shook his head and said, "Jister, Jester, you must always care about our business. 60% of Mr. Plov's capital comes from his power behind him. He must give those people 60% of the profits. Do you understand? Do you think the current 10 billion US dollars can't satisfy us?"

Jester rolled his eyes: "10 billion? How much is that?"

No one wants to pay attention to this Jester who has no concept of numbers. Yi Chen ordered: "Mr. Phil, inform Kane, come back here immediately. I need him and his subordinates to formulate an effective plan to attack the Vauxhall Bridge. We need to try our best to rescue Chekov. If we can't catch him, at least we will destroy the evidence. Do you understand? Kill all the technicians who can forge evidence, and that is our victory."

Phil quickly went up, Yi Chen slowly leaned on the sofa and said lightly: "Jest, you may really need to use your killing without blinking... We can't waste time, we can unfold our plan as soon as possible, do you understand? Tell Kane, I need a delicate, perfect, and not too violent plan. After all, the Vaux Hall Bridge is in the center of London. If you fight seriously, you can't even run away."

Jester was excited and jumped up and down the room, saying viciously: "Don't worry, boss, I will kill everyone I saw... But what if Chekov had already told us about it?"

Yi Chen was silent for a while, slowly raised his head and said, "What else can I do if I say it out? Because of the friendship that has lasted for so many years, I will take out him and give him some money to support him. We will leave the UK. I hope the British did not punish Chekov, and this kid can't stand it."

At this moment, the British agents did not torture Chekov, because Chekov's performance scared all the agents, for fear of killing them like this, so they had no choice but to carry out Mr. David's orders and use other gentle means to deal with Chekov and the others.

This is a big pink room. Although there are no windows, the huge pink curtains conceal this defect. Four or five strange-shaped sofas seemed to be placed randomly on the ground. The center of the room was a huge, pink one that could make the whole person sink into the big bed inside. Flashes of vague music came from some corner. Chekov lay on the bed.

A glass of wine mixed with certain ecstasy potions and aphrodisiacs was filled with wine by Chekov, who regarded the wine as life. Then, a beautiful blonde girl with a figure, face, hair and eyes color could be called the perfect color. A black tights with a high-necked collar showed a strange temptation on her body.

Chekov's extremely lustful nature was undoubtedly revealed, and he didn't need that glass of wine as a catalyst. Something inappropriate change had occurred in his lower body. His eyes were staring at the beauty who looked only in her early twenties, and saliva was almost hanging on the corners of his mouth.

This girl understood the psychology of some perverted men very well. She approached Chekov gently, but just outside the reach that Chekov could reach. Her two green eyes cast a few charming eyes at Chekov, slightly bent her waist, deliberately highlighting her charming figure, and then said softly: "Hello, sir, my name is Madeli."

Chekov licked his lips and said greedyly: "Madile? Oh, damn God, why don't you call Maria? Oh, my god, you are so beautiful, you should give the name of the Virgin, Oh, to me, you are the Virgin, Jesus is your son or your lover, comeon, baby, come, comfort me, I've been in this ghost place for two days, and my bones hurt. Damn, these iron faces have finally done something I'm happy about."

Chekov took off his trousers without saying a word, and under the urging of aphrodisiac drugs that gradually began to attack, he tore his shirt and rushed forward.

Madeli easily avoided Chekov's attack and circled around the sofas in the room. Chekov chased her like a wolf. Madeli chuckled repeatedly: "Oh, my dear, hurry up, hurry up, is there something that prevents you from catching up with me?"

Chekov's fingers kept touching Madeli's body. After feeling the tenderness of her skin, she quickly dodged. Chekov chased Madeli without giving up, but the changes in a certain part of his body, as Madeli said, hindered Chekov's movement and was not so flexible when running. And those ecstasy potions began to take effect, Chekov's expression became a little confused.

Chekov shouted: "Fuck, you bitch, let me catch you, I have to fuck you to death." Then, a series of wonderful greetings poured towards Madeli, who was standing up so hard that his eyebrows were almost angry, and David, who watched this scene through the monitor, couldn't help but moan.

A special agent cursed: "This God-dess bastard, head, let's just kill him."

David scolded: "Kill him? Okay, kill him, the House of Commons can kill us. What the hell do we use to explain to them? Damn, now our treasury has lost 70 billion US dollars. Do you know what this is? 70 billion US dollars has turned into a bubble in the stock and financial exchange market. Damn, Madeli, Madeli, did you hear it? Give this kid some sweetness, um, give him some sweetness, and then force him to ask him while he is climaxing."

A guy next to David, wearing a white coat and trembling as nervous as he was, said proudly: "Don't worry, head, the potion that guy drank is our latest product. You can tell me about his masturbation when he was a child in a daze... Hehe, it works very well."

Madeli pretended to be a fall and fell on a round sofa. Chekov quickly took off his clothes and threw himself on it, screaming: "Oh, baby, your body is too delicate and not suitable for these intense physical exercises. I feel sorry for you."

With a few 'hissing', Madley's tights were torn to pieces by Chekov, and then it was a erotic invasion.

David and the others watched through the monitor, and according to Chekov, it was a live-action performance of a "sex education film". Madeli tried his best to make the guy with a long saliva on the corner of his mouth handle it early.

Chekov traveled outside the sky and murmured to himself: "Baby, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever been to. What kind of high-end prostitutes, how can you compare to you for a few thousand pounds a night?"

Madeli, who was struggling to deal with the rough Chekov, almost fainted. He actually regarded himself, a special training agent as that kind of woman? Damn Russian devil... David's order came from his headphones and sternly said: "Madeli, ask, ask, while he is completely lost now... What the hell are you doing? If you can't complete the task, I will send your foreign embassy to Africa."

Madeli secretly greeted David a few times, thinking reluctantly: "I'm tortured here, are you watching my good show next to you? Damn, a group of bastards, the men in the Military Intelligence Bureau are all bastards."

But in her mouth, she had already spit out a gentle question as petals: "Dear, oh, you are so awesome, oh, God, I'm going to fly...What are you doing?"

Chekov subconsciously said, "I? I am the one who turns red lights for European network communications. Oh, we are God, we are Jesus Christ. On the Internet, we are God, we can do everything... Damn, you guys raised, plus you bitch, you actually used instruments that monitor the whole world to deal with us. Damn, if I had such instruments, I could bring your government back to the primitive society."

Madeli heard a little, hugged Chekov in excitement, and asked quickly: "So, what methods do you use to get our government back to primitive society? Well, my dear, you are so awesome, so awesome."

Amid the squeaking sound of the sofa, Chekov had not had time to answer, but he screamed and squirted out completely. Then, his head tilted and he fell asleep.

David punched the table in front of him and roared: "This bastard, fuck, if I hadn't kept them to deal with the smacks above, I'd kill him now... Fuck, Madley, try again, see if he's still awake?"

Madley, who was furious, kicked Chekov away, pulled up a white cloth sheet and wrapped her body, roared in the direction where the camera was: "Wake up? This bastard, I'll stop after less than five minutes. Damn, damn, damn, oh, this is the most disgusting creature I've ever seen... Damn..."

David put his hands into his pants pockets, walked back and forth a few times in the surveillance room, and said viciously: "A gentle method? Very good. This kid is a pervert. Next time, he will give him ten times the amount of aphrodisiac, tie him to the bed, and let Madeli take off the question next to him, and I see if he says he will say no."

About three hours later, Chekov woke up satisfied, looked at the four indifferent agents in front of him and said with a smile: "I know what you are doing, attracting me with beauty, and want me to say what you want to hear, but, this, the price you gave me is not enough, I will never cooperate with you no matter what."

David quickly flashed in and asked Chekov: "What price do you want? Immunity? Banknotes? Villa? Swiss passport? You said, look, everything is easy to negotiate."

Chekov looked at David shamelessly and said with a lewd smile: "Ah, are you their heads? I know, haha, a very simple request. The Madeli just now and the beautiful agent who interrogated me last time, the two of them played with me at the same time, and I will tell you everything I know, and I will be satisfied... Don't worry, give you a few hours to consider, I can't come for the second time now."

David's face changed a little. He gave a deep breath, looked at Chekov hard a few times, and quickly walked out of the room that made him crazy. As soon as he went out, he kicked the door, and David roared: "Damn it, what did he regard this bastard as a bastard? Is it a brothel? Damn it."

A group of subordinates looked at him helplessly, and one of them took a long time to pluck his courage and said, "Here, this is a villain. I'm sure he is an absolute villain, a real bitch."

David suddenly calmed down and said slowly: "So, do you think if Eliza was willing to accompany him once, would he say it?"

Zhu looked at each other, not knowing how to answer.

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Sally sat on the sofa in the living room, holding more than a dozen flying knives in her hand, and threw them at the target ten meters away, hitting Hongxin, then walked over, pulled out the flying knives, and sat back on the sofa, with a wooden look on her beautiful face.

Kane and others were developing plans for sneak attacks. Phil and Gore were checking their weapons. Phile went upstairs to take a nap. Jester collapsed on the sofa in the living room to smoke marijuana. Yi Chen futilely flipped through the newspaper in his hand, hit Jester's thigh with one hand, and asked him in a low voice: "You fucked a girl, but it turned out to be useless. What do you want her to do?"

Jester glanced at Yi Chen, shrugged and said, "Boss, do you believe it? I bought her just because I was soft-hearted all of a sudden... It's rare for me to be soft-hearted."

Yi Chen patted his forehead and moaned: "Oh my God, you bastard, soft-hearted? Okay, okay, how are you talking to her? Hum?"

Jester said irresponsibly: "She vowed not to say anything she saw, and she didn't dare to say it out. Boss, just keep a free meal...I don't know what to ask her to do."

Yi Chen gestured a middle finger in front of Jester. Jester rolled his eyes and lay down again to smoke marijuana.

Yi Chen walked to Sally, caught a flying knife that had just been shot out with one hand, and squatted down in front of Sally.

Sally looked at Yi Chen with a little fear, her lips moved for a long time, and then she squeezed out a few words: "Boss, you...good noon."

Yi Chen nodded, took all the flying knives in Sally's hand, shook them gently, and still on the sofa, stroked her forehead with his hand and said, "Jest bought you. In a sense, you are his slave, he is your master... Well, but you have also seen Jest, he is a hooligan, and he cannot give you any instructions or ask you to do anything."

Sally nodded quietly and looked at Yi Chen with wooden eyes.

Yi Chen said softly: "I don't know how you joined that damn guerrilla team, nor do you know what you have suffered in it. But at least you are in London now, you are in my nightclub, which is my home, and I am willing to regard you as a subordinate of mine, rather than a puppet bought by Jester."

Yi Chen continued, "Listen to me, I see that you have a good kung fu, so I can give you a chance to participate in this action. As a subordinate of mine, Jester's deputy, participate in this action. Listen well, this is an opportunity to say goodbye to the past, an opportunity to wake you up from a nightmare... Do you understand?"

"I will treat you like other subordinates. You can get your dividend. You can start from scratch and slowly regain your dignity, your confidence, and the word you have forgotten: hope... Maybe you have been desperate before, and you have regarded yourself as a walking corpse, but I can tell you that you now have a chance to become a human being again. Do I understand?"

"You can pick your favorite weapons and tell Mr. Phil them... If you participate in this operation and you can survive, then I swear I will treat you like a real person. Think about it yourself."

Yi Chen stood up, walked towards the door, and ordered: "Jester, smoke less marijuana. No matter how good your health is, it is not a good thing to smoke too much marijuana."

Jester got up lazily, glanced at Sally in a daze, shook her head helplessly, "Boss, I have told her for almost a month, and she has no reaction at all. I told her that I will make her rich and let her kill people happily, but she ignored me at all."

Yi Chen glanced at Jester and continued to walk towards the door. Jester also quickly followed. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Sally grabbing the flying knives again. Then, Sally said in a dry tone: "Old...Boss...I'll go with you."

Yi Chen turned around and smiled like a spring breeze at Sally, and said softly: "Welcome to join our Chinatown, dear Sally...Jest, you are responsible for selecting everything she needs for Sally. She will become your deputy, and you must ensure her safety."
Chapter completed!