In the car, one of the men with a black hood cut the handcuffs on Efim's hands roughly with a pair of iron pliers.
But Efim scolded, "Is this how you guarantee the safety of your customers? Don't you know that I would have been killed if you had hit me a little bit? "
"Are you dead?" The other man who was driving said indifferently.
Efim snorted, "Is this the service attitude of your Michael Club? Every year, I have to pay hundreds of millions in membership fees just to get this kind of service? Tell me your names! I'll definitely complain to Mr. Sun! "
"First of all." The man who was driving didn't turn his head, saying indifferently, "You didn't tell us in advance that you were in danger. Secondly, when we arrived, you were already in the police car, we had no interest in rushing into the police station to save you. Finally, my name is Tianzui, the one next to me is Tianbai … You're welcome to complain. "
Efim snorted coldly.
He just wanted to vent his dissatisfaction — because he was extremely angry that he became a prisoner overnight and was even betrayed by his confidant.
Before he was taken away by the police, the police had already pried open his safe room … The things hidden inside were enough for him to have dozens of reasons not to stay in this country anymore.
"Where are we going now?" After calming down, Efim quickly asked.
"Send you to the river. I'm afraid it's difficult for you to board the plane now. Let's go by water. "Tianzui said indifferently," Don't worry, you're a member of the club, you won't lose the membership fee you paid. We'll send you away safely. Well … according to the information you filled in from the premise, the first place you want to be sent to when you're in danger is … Italy. "
Efim clenched his fists. Things happened too fast tonight, if he left here, he would lose nearly half of his wealth!
"Wait, I can't leave like this!" Efim gritted his teeth, "At least there's one guy, I don't want him to have a good time before I leave!"
"Mr. Efim, we don't recommend you to complicate matters." Tianbai said indifferently at this time, "Especially when you need to escape, the idea of revenge out of anger is something that only fools and boors will do."
But Efim sneered, "What Michael Club? When I first joined the guild, all of you made it sound so nice! Now, can't you do anything …? Give me the phone, I want to talk to your boss! "
Tianzui looked at Tianbai and shrugged — Tianbai gave Efim a mobile phone.
"Heaven's defeat? What is it? "
"I am Efim!"
"Oh … so it's Mr. Efim." The voice on the other end of the phone said with a light smile, "It seems that Tianzui and Tianbai have successfully brought you out. Mr. Efim, don't worry, we will send you safely to … Oh, yes, Italy. "
"No! Before that, I have one more request! " Efim snorted. He looked at Tianzui and Tianbai in the carriage and said coldly, "However, your men don't seem to have a good service attitude!"
"Hehe … It's like this, Mr. Efim. Tianzui and Tianbai were only responsible for 'transportation'. If it's any other request that's beyond their 'delivery' duties, I have to apologize here, but they won't agree to it. "
"I don't care! Before leaving, I want you to help me get rid of a guy! I don't like to play games with my enemies slowly after going to Italy! I like to make a quick decision! " Efim said in a low voice, "I don't care what these two guys are responsible for, but I believe that there's nothing in the world that money can't buy! Help me get rid of my enemy, I'll give you any money! "
The phone was silent for a while, then the voice of 'Mr. Sun' sounded, "Mr. Efim, please give the phone to Tianbai."
The phone was soon handed to Tianbai.
Tianbai listened calmly at this time.
"Listen, the boss asked us to restrain ourselves as much as possible during this time … However, since Efim is so angry and willing to be slaughtered by us, we have no reason to refuse the request of our respected 'member' … Remember, be quick. After all, Moscow is still the territory of Dongzheng. Don't cause unnecessary trouble."
Tianbai nodded and said indifferently, "I see."
He turned off the phone and looked at Efim, saying slowly, "So, Mr. Efim, please tell me the address of your enemy. I think it's best to let you get on the boat before dawn. "
Efim snorted, squinting his eyes and saying an address slowly.
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Whoosh … Rumble.
That was the sound of the subsiding engine. The Dodge Tomahawk that finally stopped also turned off the headlights. Vera took off her helmet and shook her hair before walking down.
After hearing the sound, Vicar hurried out of the house. He opened his hands and showed a happy look, "Dear F&C, congratulations on completing a successful assignment!"
"Where's the painting?" Vera smiled indifferently, "I hope I didn't break it when I opened the frame."
"Oh, definitely not!" Vicar smiled and said, "I've seen it, there's no damage at all! In other words, I've never seen such a complete one! "
Vera didn't want to talk nonsense with Vicar here. She threw the key to Vicar and walked into the house.
The painting tube was casually placed on the sofa in the living room. Vera turned over the back of the sofa and sat on it. Then she opened the painting tube and took out the "The Nameless Maiden" that was hidden inside.
She smiled slowly. After a hard day's work, it was a good way to comfort herself to appreciate her spoils of war.
Vicar, who had pushed the Dodge Tomahawk into the garage, came in at this time, whistling, "How does it feel to hold a national treasure in your hand?"
Unexpectedly, Vera suddenly frowned and said coldly, "Terrible!"
"Terrible?" Vicar gave a start.
Vera tore the painting in her hand into two halves, saying indifferently, "This painting is fake."
Vicar hurriedly picked up the torn paper and said in disbelief, "Is this a fake? But this is obviously from Efim … But when I went to take it back, there was nothing strange? "
Vera sighed and said, "Look at the lower right edge of the drawing paper."
Vicar subconsciously turned over the painting paper, looking at the place Vera said. Suddenly, Vicar opened his mouth, and his expression was very interesting. Because there was a line of very clear words clearly printed in this place.
"This … What's going on?"
Vicar grabbed his hair, and said in confusion, "Wait, let me think. This painting was bought by Efim, and then you took it from him. Then this is a fake … That is to say, in the manor auction, this is a fake … No, no. When the manor auction, so many collectors, how could they not see that this is a fake? "
Vera also leaned on the sofa, frowning, "At that time, Efim was discussing with a policeman to frame the owner of the manor with this painting … Well, he wouldn't use such an obvious fake. But … "
"If what he took out is a real painting … but what you brought back is a fake?" Vicar felt that his IQ was not enough, saying blankly, "So … where is the real 'The Nameless Maiden'?"
"Maybe one person will know …" Vera suddenly said.
Vera looked at Vicar, and Vicar also looked at Vera, both of them almost said in unison, "The owner of the manor!"
Ding dong.
At this time, Vicar's notebook in the living room suddenly rang. Vicar subconsciously opened it to have a look … At first glance, he whispered, "Efim was taken away … from the police car!"
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According to Edgar, this was a very rare kind of wine.
But Urey didn't taste the difference between this and the inferior vodka he was used to drinking.
So what if he became the heir of the Typica Family?
So what if he had mountains of money and beauties … Under such an identity, he was still Urey, not the real heir of the Typica Family who had received countless education and knew how to enjoy this kind of rare wine and taste its unique flavor.
Just now Edgar said that the police had officially arrested Efim.
Based on the long existing cooperation between the Typica Family and Brubov, Efim had no way to turn over this time.
It seemed that for a big shot like Efim, it was far more painful for him to lose everything and spend his life in prison than to let him leave the world directly.
It should be a good time to celebrate, right?
Urey thought so … but he didn't know why, he just felt that such a rare and delicious wine seemed to have no taste.
"It tastes awful."
He shook his head and laughed at himself … he even didn't know what to laugh at himself.
Was this a ridiculous life?
Was this real and illusory wealth?
Or this short life?
Revenge … the revenge was almost successful, but it seemed that he didn't have that kind of carefree feeling.
Yes, he didn't have the feeling of ecstasy and laughter that he thought he could have.
Urey subconsciously grabbed the brush next to him, and then mixed the paints casually. He stood in front of the drawing board for a long time, but he didn't draw the first stroke.
He suddenly found that … he didn't know what he should draw.
Finally, Urey waved his hand abruptly, drawing a straight line on the paper with the paintbrush — as if he was going to split the paper into halves.
He heavily threw the brush on the ground.
"Ah —!!!!"
He began to break the drawing board in front of him.
He knelt on the ground, grabbing his hair with both hands and putting his head on the floor, "Ah!! Ah!!!! Ah!!!! Ah —!!! "
He was crying.
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Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. It was Edgar's voice, "Sir, are you all right?"
After a moment of silence, Urey asked through the door.
"Sir, I have to tell you, just now there was news that Efim seemed to have been rescued by someone."
Edgar's voice was a little fast, "Although I think the best choice for Efim at this time is to escape as soon as possible. But it's not impossible that he will be angry and come to revenge … Well, we still don't know the origin of the person who rescued him and how powerful he is. "
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