Chapter 162： : the high level of lying

Kyiv. The banks of the Dnieper.

This was one of the people's favorite places to go shopping, and the night scene is full of the atmosphere of an industrial city.

It's just that the economy was depressed later, and my stomach was almost starved to death, so I still have the mood to see the scenery? There are **** floating on the river, and with the ups and downs of the river, although it has declined a lot, it has to be said that this is still the center of Kyiv.

"Fack! Damn it, it missed again." On the car parked by a notch, a white man in the co-pilot slammed the door with his fist and threw the "Facts" out of his hand. His face flushed, "This lottery is a scam!"

The companion sitting in the driver's seat glanced, "Your newspaper tells you to recognize the facts, Jack."

"That's not funny, Tom." Jack held his head. "I spent another twenty dollars."

"OMG! Are you kidding me? God, you're crazy, you're going to get yourself into this," the pilot yelled.

"But what else do I have now? I can only seek wealth, but you only want money now! Money, you give me money! I can do anything."

This is already a gambler's psychology, and it has even become pathological.

What is pressure? The pressure is no money! Poor, poor, where is the pressure when you have money?

A country under economic collapse is hopeless. Just like Zimbabwe, you can buy an egg for hundreds of millions, and take a bus for more than a billion. In this case, let alone eat, although Ukraine has not yet reached this point , but most people commit suicide by jumping off buildings?

Jack uses this tone to express his dissatisfaction with society, "I really want to die!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a huge impact and screams, which attracted the eyes of the two people. A truck with a weight of several tons "flyed" towards the low altitude in the distance with exhaust fumes. I don't know what happened in front of me, but there is a long bloodstain on the ground, and I can still see the stumps and broken arms.

This scene is too tragic!

"Go over there and have a look." Jack pushed the driver Tom's arm and said, this kind of heart to join in the fun is common in any country, and it is not the only one in some dog-licking mouths.

As the car got closer, the faces of the two of them became more and more ugly, and finally they couldn't help but opened the window and vomited.

The smell of blood is very pungent, and the rotten meat on the ground...you can't tell where it is.

"With this state of death, do you still want to die?" Tom vomited out the Arhat soup.

"Shit, don't tell me to die anymore, I'm going home to find my mother."

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Mister sat behind the desk, folded his hands, and stared at the landline in front of him. His current job was to answer the phone, and he was a little dozed off after sitting for a long time, but as soon as his eyelids blinked, the landline rang immediately. As soon as he was excited, he quickly picked it up, "Target No. 2? OK!"

With a pencil in his right hand, he draws a circle on a photo. The photo shows a girl. She should be young, about 28.9 years old, wearing glasses and holding a book. She looks full of intellectual charm. The corner of her mouth With a gentle smile.

Such a woman who seemed to be in love was killed by a truck just now!

what a pity.

Mist shook his head, paused, and made a prayer gesture on his chest, hoping that God would take pity on this troubled girl and never be a CIA again in her next life.

Strange to say, although Mist is a Delta retired, it should be said that he can be regarded as a Yingjiang person, but he doesn't feel much sad about standing in front of the CIA. Anyway, he is now a mercenary, absolutely loyal? It doesn’t exist, let alone the loyalty to the so-called Eagle Sauce. It’s just a story about a gangster who doesn’t like reading and joined a gang, and then the whole world is protected. This story is very inspirational, but he doesn’t feel that he still owes it. The other party what.

Mist knocked on Tang Dao's door, and an excited voice came from inside, "Please come in."

He pushed the door open and saw Tang Dao punching the sandbag inside. He was wearing a pair of boxers, with obvious abdominal muscles on the upper body, and the violent feeling on Hiroshi's biceps could not be hidden. After the legs were finished, he picked up the towel on the sofa and wiped the sweat off his face, saying, "Is it done?"

"Jessica Milliken is dead."

Tang Dao glanced at the photo of the other party, and he looked pretty good.

"I've already told Medevichuk that this will be a very common hit-and-run case." Throwing the towel on the table, he put on a black casual dress, stood by the window, twisted Lowering his waist, "The operation continues. Also, please urge Uzbekistan to negotiate as soon as possible. I don't have so much time to waste here."

"Yes, boss."

Mister waited for a few seconds, and left when Tang Dao had no other orders. The latter looked out through the window and could see that the commanding heights around were also occupied by people from the Security Bureau. It became more and more strict.

But I seem to be living the most hated life, is this a privilege?

But are you wrong? No, I used to hate the mistake!

Tang Dao drew the curtains, and the room that had just been occupied by the sun suddenly became dark.

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Many "accidents" in one day in Kyiv, including car crashes and suicides!

The most outrageous thing is that a white man was found dead on the side of the road. The cause of death was a large amount of alcohol in his body. The forensic doctor speculated that he died of alcohol poisoning, and his expression was close to this.

But anyone who understands knows that the identities of these dead are very special.

"This incident is too big, what are you going to do? Kill them all? And what are you doing to provoke ICPO people?"

"Director, this is not a provocation, I didn't touch them."

"Do you think I'm an idiot?"

The violent quarrel in the office frightened the office staff's footsteps to be obedient.

Wearing a military uniform, Medevichuk stood upright, staring straight at his boss's head. He was bald and couldn't even grow a blade of grass. In fact, this is a problem in the world. Many rich people have no hair no matter how rich they are .

The director stood up angrily and patted the table, with his waist thrust.

"I run the CIA. I think we have to teach him a lesson. This is Ukraine, not what they decide. The explosion in the Kyiv hotel made the world laugh at us. We want revenge!" Medevich Ke is very excited. Only he knows how true or false it is, but although the high-level executives yearn for the Western world, they only care about the system, not that they like Americans.

Da Mao needs to practice, but they don't need Er Mao?

This bombing case is spreading rapidly in a viral way in the information ageIt is impossible to hide it, this slap hits your face, do you hate it?

Moreover, the Ukrainians are still very tough. It can be seen from their meeting with the big hair later that they are very stubborn.

Sure enough, the director's face softened a little when he heard this explanation, "Where's the ICPO?"

"Maybe, they really died accidentally."

Still the same sentence, no oil and salt, the director stopped directly, sat down and rubbed his temples, waved his hand, indicating that he can get out. Mr. Major General raised his face and quickly restrained himself, he took his leave and prepared to leave. As soon as he touched the handle with his hand, he heard the chief speak from behind.

"Don't think everyone in this world is stupid, or you are an idiot yourself. I got the news that the murderer of ICPO is a group of transnational criminal gangs. When we found them, they resisted and were killed by us. .”

After a moment of surprise, Medevichuk stood at attention and saluted: "Yes, General!"

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