I am in Dongying mixed society

The Kremlin needs its own elder sister, and her elder sister has never betrayed the Kremlin’s will in these years, so in terms of the relationship between the two parties, there is no need for myself, who just likes to follow her. Sister-in-law's little follower is going to worry about it~

I have to say that people like Miss Kalashnikov, who is serious and rigorous, are really happy sometimes, because people like her who go straight and don’t have too much heart and soul at any time. Careful people are naturally not like people with complicated minds like Hitomi Hoshino or Aphrora, who would bother this and that if there is nothing wrong all day long...

Of course, in the end, most of these honest people may have a very sad ending, because the less scheming people, the easier it is to be calculated by others, and the easier it is to be calculated by others, and their social status is not low. This kind of person, the final result that can be ushered in after being calculated by others can also be imagined...

Sometimes the phrase "good life is not long" is really not false, because the better a person is, the more deliberate people want to use him.

I didn’t pay attention to the complaints of my old girl. In the past two days, Aphrora suddenly became like a babbled old woman. After telling her old sister Kalashnikov again, she turned her head directly. Go, fixed his eyes on the Mexican drug lord Almid, the buyer of the arms business with her this time.

She just looked at Almid like this, her eyes filled with a calmness that was difficult to see through, and such gaze could not help making Almid feel a bit creepy.

Because as an old acquaintance of Aphrora, he still remembers that when Aphrora was chasing Hoshino Shinichi back then, the first time he met him, he also looked at him with such an invisible look. .

"Wh...what's the matter Aphrora? Suddenly regaining the style of previous years, are you mentally prepared to accept your unchanging suitor in the past ten years, and the affectionate confession to you the day before yesterday?"

It may be the relationship between Aphrora’s hard-to-see but unusually penetrating eyes that looked a little hairy. When I saw Aphrola turning his eyes to me, I didn’t know it. Armed, who couldn't help but withdrew a step back, couldn't help but brought a bit of ridicule and joking when speaking to Aphrora, as if he wanted to relieve the share in his heart in this way. The fear of Aphrora, and the gaffe called fear that will be caused by this fear.

And what about Aphrora?At this time, she didn't seem to have the thought of quarreling and joking with the other party like two days ago, she just proactively stretched out her hand, as if she wanted to ask the drug lord in front of her something. Slap Almid on the shoulder first.

"Almid, can I trust you?"

"When... of course!" A more far-fetched smile was sketched on Almid's face. After all, whether it is compared with the momentum or the international social status of the underground world, Aphrola Compared with him, it is too much stronger.

"Although you always let me be your spare tire, if you don't talk about this relationship, we are at least friends for more than ten years, right?

To be honest, if you want to kill someone in Mexico or even the United States, just tell me, even if he is the son of the governor of the United States, I will definitely kill him for you. !"

"That's it~" Aphrora nodded seriously at Almid in front of him, and then, just as the opponent swallowed cold sweat on his forehead and waited for her to follow.

"Then this time rhyming work, my immature sister will ask you for the time being."

With that said, Aphrora didn't wait for Almid to answer, and didn't wait to see her at this time, she could detect some strange things in her, and she was still complaining about her long-winded Kara. Shinikov spoke.

After heavy, with the hand that pressed Almid’s shoulder, she patted Almid’s shoulder twice, who was said to be unclear, and then turned around, took a step forward and stopped. Outside of a small pier on the seashore where they were at this time, a few black Mercedes-Benz cars in the distance walked away quickly~

"That...Miss Kalashnikov? Your sister seems to be in something wrong today? Why does it give me the feeling that I'm trying to guilty?

Or, has she really encountered the need to make her such a big/trouble that even she finds difficult?"

"Don't talk nonsense! There is no trouble that my sister can't solve in this world! She is the'pope' of the entire Russian underground world!"

"...This is also...maybe I'm too worried..."

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boom!

The sound of closing the car door sounded, and at the same time as the car door was closed, she only brought her sister Kalashnikov, who was responsible for collateral, and the Mexican drug lord who was eager to leave after the transaction was completed. Armed, plus a group of Russian [Holy Order] members who existed as little brothers, besides Aphrola, but after she closed the car door for herself, she didn't come with them at all before there was another one. Here sent away the old Russians who sold arms.

The old man wore a gray-brown windbreaker that was washed white, and also wore a rounded top hat with a color matching the windbreaker on his head, but it also looked somewhat old and old. On it was a black cane that seemed to be polished smooth and shiny because it took too long.

His hair was gray and his eyes seemed to be wilted because he was too old, but if you look closely, you will find that his muddy pupils carry a murderous aura that is absolutely accumulated through murder, and he looks like he has not been treated for a long time. With his gray beard, people can unconsciously feel a kind of inexplicable depression when they see him.

In general, if you want to really express the feeling that he gives to others, use a more specific and intuitive way to describe it.

It's like the Cthulhu mythology transformed by Nyaratotip and used to walk in the world. The most suitable place for this Cthulhu to exist is the old wood that has not been inhabited for many years. Floor corridor~

Of course, if it is paired with an old-fashioned yellow chandelier with poor contact, or an incandescent lamp that is about to die, it would be perfect in portraying his image~

"Aphrora..."

The moment the car started, the old man’s voice followed one after another. The voice was very hoarse, as if he had just finished a surgical operation on a throat disease, although there was a driver and a responsible person in the front row of the car. The little brother who protects Aphrora's safety, but in such a lonely night, even the roar of the car engine faintly coming from the car makes people feel a little creepy.

"Do you really want to sit and wait like this?"

The old man asked such a question that was somewhat inexplicable to the uninformed, but if combined with the information collected by Aphrola earlier, the Kremlin wanted to act on her. It seemed like this. It's not that hard to understand.

"Otherwise? You can never let me escape abroad, right? If I really do that, I won't be the only one who suffers. Maybe it will involve our entire [Holy Order]."

Aphrora answered the old man in this way, and her voice seemed unusually calm, as if there was no panic of knowing that she was about to suffer.

"Hey..."

A hoarse sigh sounded from the old man's mouth, and at the same time it felt terrifying, it also gave people a sense of helplessness.

"Since the Gulag concentration camp, we [the Order] have existed for more than 70 years. We thought that after the fall of the Soviet Union, we old guys who were affected by the unjust, false and wrongful cases caused by the Stalin period will get it. A certain degree of freedom can smooth out the trauma caused at that time...

Looking at it now, is it still impossible to escape the fate of being controlled by the state?

Obviously when we were desperately fighting with the Germans, we had worked hard enough...

In this country, how much do we still need to pay for the scarred old guys..."

It was another sigh that made people sigh. With the content of the old man's words, his horrible voice did not seem to be so scary anymore.

"The country is the country, and it will always be a cold machine. It is extremely stupid to say that you are pitiful and that you have been treated unfairly in front of this machine.

You don't need a reason to crush it, you only need to "need"."

"Where do you want to spend the last time, Aphrora~"

After skipping the topic of "country" mentioned by Aphrola, the old man continued to ask.

"Church, that will be the destination that a nun should have."

"What about your sister?"

"The Kremlin will not do it so absolutely. Even if they want to kill them all, Mr. Prime Minister will not easily agree. I have asked Mr. Prime Minister for this matter. I think my last bit of face will let me help. After the government has been busy for so long, he will more or less give it.

Besides, isn't Kalashni Cove still having you there?And as long as you are still there, in order to stabilize you, they will not dare to touch Neve (Kalashnikov nickname or nickname) easily..."

At this point, Aphrola's voice paused.

"If you can, can you let her be an ordinary person from now on?"

"...Let's do our best." After hesitating, the old man gave Aphrola an unsure answer. Soon, the old man changed his mind.

"By the way, Aphrora, although fate may be doomed, do you want to resist it a bit at the end of this fate?"

The old man's words were a bit vicious, and as he uttered the two words'resistance', the inner meaning of his words became self-evident.

However, after hearing the old man's suggestion, Aphrora couldn't help but think of Hitomi Hoshino's figure, and it was the next moment when Hitomi Hoshino's figure appeared in her mind.

"No, there will be a friend who will come to see me off at that time~ I don't want to let her see my last embarrassed look when she comes to see me off.

So, let me be quiet and pray till dawn in the church as a nun."

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