Trafford’s Trading Club

In the car, one of the men, wearing a black hood, cut the handcuffs of Yefim's hands off roughly with a pair of iron pliers.

Yefim split his head and said, "Is that how you keep your customers safe? Did you know that just a little bit of a bump would kill me? ”

“Are you dead?” Another man driving is not salty.

Yefim snorted, “Is this the service attitude of your Michal club? Every year, I pay hundreds of millions of dollars in dues to buy this kind of service? Tell me your names! I will definitely complain to Mr. Sun! ”

“First of all.” The man driving didn't turn his head either, bluntly: “You didn't tell us in advance that you were in danger. Again, when we arrived, you were already in the police car, and we weren't interested in rushing into the police station to get you out. Finally, my name is Heavenly Sin, and the one next to me is Heavenly Defeat... welcome to complain. ”

Yefim snorted.

He was just trying to exasperate his grievances - because he was really angry, and overnight he became a prisoner, even betrayed by his belly.

Before he was taken away by the police, the police had broken into his safe room… something hidden inside was enough to give him dozens of reasons to stay in the country any longer.

“Where are we going now?” After calming down, Yefim asked hastily.

“Take you to the river. In your current situation, boarding is difficult, I'm afraid. Take the waterway.” Heavenly sin is calm: “Don't worry, you're a member of the club and you won't lose your dues. We'll get you out of here safely. Well... based on the information you've previously filled out, the first place you want to go when you run into danger is... Italy. ”

Yefim squeezed his fist, things went too fast this evening, and if he left here, he would lose nearly half his fortune!

“Wait, I can't just leave!” Yefim bit the tooth canal: “At least one guy, I don't want him to get better before I leave! ”

“Mr. Yefim, we do not recommend that you have extraneous branches.” The defeat of heaven next to you is a soft-spoken statement: "Especially when you need to flee, the idea of revenge that comes out of anger, that's what fools and reckless people do. ”

Yefim sneered, “What Michal club? When I joined the club, how nice you said it! Now, can't you do anything... give me a call and I'll ask myself to talk to your boss! ”

Tian Sin shrugged his shoulders like Tian Fang - Tian Fang also gave Yefim a cell phone at will.

“Heavenly defeat? Can I help you? ”

“I'm Yefim! ”

“Oh… it turns out it was Mr. Yefim.” There was a slight smile on the other end of the phone: “So it seems that Heaven's sin and Heaven's defeat have successfully brought you out. Mr. Yefim, don't worry, we'll send you safely to your request… Well, yes, Italy. ”

“No, before I do, I have one more request!” Yefim snorted coldly, looking at the two sinners in the trunk, coldly said: “However, your men don't seem to have a good service attitude! ”

“Oh... here's the thing, Mr. Yefim. Heavenly sins and defeats are only ‘transporting’ matters. If there are other demands that go beyond their 'shipping' duties, I would like to say here that I am sorry, they will not accept. ”

“I don't care! Before you leave, I want you to help me kill a guy! I don't like to go to Italy and play slowly with my enemies! I like quick fights!” Yefim sighed, “I don't care what these two guys are really responsible for, but I believe there's nothing in the world that money can't buy! Help me get rid of my opponent. I'll give you whatever it takes! ”

The phone silenced for a while before ringing the voice of the ‘Mr Sun', “Mr. Yefim, please give the phone to God's defeat. ”

The phone was soon handed over to Heavenly Loss.

Heaven fails to listen calmly at this time.

“Listen, the boss has asked us to try to converge this time… But since Yefim is so angry and willing to let us kill him, there is no reason for us to reject our esteemed 'member' request… Remember, after all, Moscow is an authentic territory, not to cause unnecessary trouble. ”

God nodded and said softly: “I get it. ”

He turned the phone off, and that's when he looked at Yefim, slowly: “Well, Mr. Yefim, give me the address of your enemy. I think it's best to get you on the boat before dawn. ”

Yefim snorted, gazed, and slowly gave an address.

……

……

Huh… rumbling.

That's the sound of a calming engine. The Dodge Axe, which eventually stopped, also turned off the headlights, and Vera took off her helmet and dumped her hair before walking down.

After hearing the noise, Vika rushed out. He opened his hands and showed a happy face, "Dear FC, Congratulations on completing a successful assignment! ”

“Where's the painting?” Vera smiled softly, "hoping I didn't break it when I opened the frame. ”

“Oh, definitely not!” Vika laughed, “I've seen it, there's no destruction at all! Or, I've never seen anything so complete! ”

Vera didn't want to bullshit Vika here, she threw the key in Vika's hand and walked into the house.

The cartridge was casually placed on the sofa in the living room, and Vera flipped over from the back of the sofa and sat on the sofa, which opened the cartridge and carried the "Unknown Girl" hidden inside.

She smiled slowly and after a hard day enjoyed her trophy, which was also a great way to comfort herself.

Vika, who had already pushed the Dodge Axe into the garage, walked in and whistled, “Well, how does it feel to have a national treasure in your hand? ”

Unexpectedly, Vera raised her eyebrows at this point, coldly: “That's terrible! ”

“Bad?” Vika stunned.

But at this point, Vera tore the painting in half and said softly: “This painting is fake. ”

Vika hurriedly picked up the torn paper and couldn't believe it: “Is this a fake? But this is obviously you from Yefim... but when I went to get it back, it didn't make any difference? ”

Vera sighed in her breath: "Look at the bottom right edge of the paper. ”

Vika subconsciously turned over the drawing paper and looked at what Vera had said. Suddenly, Vika opened her mouth and had a wonderful expression, just because the place was clearly marked with a very clear line of text.

Made-in-china

“What... what's going on? ”

Vika grabbed her hair and Bess couldn't figure it out: "Wait, let me think. This painting was taken back by Yefim, and then you took it from him, and then it was a fake... that is, at the auction at the estate, it was a fake... right? How could so many collectors not see this as a fake item when auctioning inside the estate? ”

Vera also leaned against the couch and frowned: “At that time, Yefim was negotiating with a policeman to frame the owner of the estate with this painting... well, he couldn't possibly have used such an obvious fake. But..."

“If he took out a real painting... but you brought back a fake?” Vika felt that IQ was not enough, and she blurted: "So... where is the real" Unknown Girl "? ”

“Perhaps one will know…" said Vera suddenly.

Vera looked at Vika, and Vika looked at Vera, and they were almost alike: "Owner of the estate! ”

Ding-dong.

At this point, Vika's notebook in the living room suddenly rang. Vika unconsciously opened her eyes... and she whispered: "Yefim has been robbed... from the police car! ”

……

……

Listen to Edgar. It's a rare wine.

But Yuri didn't taste it, and it's nothing like the poor quality vodka he's used to drinking.

What if he became the heir to the Decabees?

So what if the money piles up and a beautiful woman calls... In this capacity, he is still Yuri, not really an innumerable educated person who knows how to enjoy these... who knows how to enjoy this prestigious wine and tastes its unique flavor, the heir of the real Dickabee family.

Just now, Edgar said that the police had officially arrested Yefim.

Based on the long-established cooperation between the Dickabies and Bloopov, Yefim was unable to turn around this time.

It seems to be more painful for a giant crocodile like Yefim to lose everything and spend his life in prison than to let him leave the world outright.

Should we celebrate?

Yuri thinks so... but somehow, he just feels such a noble, delicious wine, it doesn't seem to taste like anything.

“It sucks. ”

He shook his head and laughed... he didn't even know what to laugh at.

This ridiculous life?

Is this real and illusory wealth?

Or this brief life?

Revenge… Revenge has almost succeeded, but there does not seem to be that feeling of happiness.

Yeah, there's no feeling he thought he'd be ecstatic, laughing out loud.

Yuri subconsciously grabbed the brush next to her and blended the paint casually. He stood long before the drawing board and never drew the first one.

He suddenly realized... he didn't know what to draw.

Finally, Yuri waved suddenly, and the brush was painted on top of the paper, drawing a straight line - just like it was going to cut the paper apart.

He threw a brush on the floor.

“Ah--!!!!! ”

He began to break the drawing board in front of him.

He knelt on the floor and grabbed his hair with his hands, his head against the floor, "Ah!! Ah!!!! Ah!!!! Ah--!!! ”

He's crying.

……

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, Edgar's voice: "Sir, are you okay? ”

After a moment of silence, Yuri asked through the door.

“Sir, I have to tell you, there has just been news that Yefim seems to have been rescued by someone. ”

Edgar's voice was a little quick, "though I think the best option for Yefim at this time should be to get away as soon as possible. But it doesn't necessarily exist that he will burn in anger to get revenge... well, we haven't saved him yet. ”

But at this moment, the estate suddenly sounded a loud gunshot...