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Chapter 614 Gloves and Dagger

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    After clearing away the group of pursuers, Lin Rui and others found the white bear in the snow.

    There was already a pool of blood under this big Russian man. Jiang An quickly checked his injuries and frowned, "The bullet is still inside. We must send him to rescue as soon as possible. If it is late, the situation will not be optimistic."

    Lin Rui nodded, "Yelena, Jiang An, please help him deal with his wounds for the time being, and then send him to the evacuation point."

    "What about you?" Jiang An looked at him and asked.

    "Sergey, you and I are going to find that bastard who deserves a beating." Lin Rui replaced a full magazine on the ak47, "Just remember to save his life, and I won't care about the rest."

    "If this bastard hadn't taken advantage of the chaos and escaped, the white bear wouldn't have been injured by chasing him." Sergey said with a cruel smile, "I've been holding back my anger, and I've been waiting for your words."

    "Lin Rui!" Jiang An grabbed him and said in a deep voice, "Be careful."

    "I know what to do. Save the white bear first. When I find this guy, I will come over and join you." Lin Rui nodded, turned around and followed Sergey's footsteps to find him.

    Now Minorovic is also in a state of embarrassment. He took great risks to escape from the cemetery and stumbled to the roadside.  To his despair, this suburban road had no traffic at all on a snowy afternoon.

    Minorovich looked around and thought to himself: No!  It's too conspicuous here.  No matter it is the group of mercenaries or the people from the secret society, they will not let him go.  They will all desperately search for themselves.  The best way is to find a place nearby to hide.  Wait for them to kill each other, and then try to escape.

    Thinking of this, Minorovic moved his body with difficulty and ran to the other side of the road.  But because the snow was too slippery, he obviously lost his balance and fell heavily.

    "God, are you okay?" Minorovich was trying to get up.  Suddenly he heard a voice and he was stunned for a moment. When he turned around slowly, he found a person walking by the roadside.

    That person should be in his twenties or thirties, well-dressed. From the heavy sable coat, white silk scarf and white gloves, it can be seen that this person must be very rich.  The man looked at Minorovich with some surprise and said, "Sir, you look really bad. Do you need any help?"

    "No! I'm fine." Minorovich tried his best to act normal, using the clothes around his wrists to hide his handcuffed hands.

    He didn¡¯t want his identity to be discovered by a random passerby, so he just smiled and said, ¡°I just accidentally fell, I¡¯m fine. But thank you anyway.¡±

    The young man looked at him and said with a half-smile, "How can it be okay? After all, you have been imprisoned in an underground prison for 11 years and were kidnapped by a group of mercenaries. If it were me, I would collapse. And you  It¡¯s amazing that you can still be so calm, isn¡¯t it?¡±

    Minorovic's heart was beating wildly, but he still said casually, "I'm sorry, sir, are you talking about me?"

    The young man smiled slightly, "Of course, Minorovich, besides you, who else can I say?"

    Minorovic immediately knew something was wrong and turned around and ran away.  But he was still a step slower.  The young man had already untied the scarf around his neck, flicked it hard, and entangled one of his feet as he was about to take a step forward. With a drag, Minorovic fell to the ground.

    Minorovic fell into the snow again.

    The young man walked over step by step, shrugged and said, "I want to leave before I finish speaking. Are you too anxious?"

    "Who are you and what do you want?" Minorovich stood up and shouted alertly.

    The young man showed his hands, showing off his white gloves.  He smiled slightly and said, "I have had many names, but many people still like to call me White Gloves."

    "White gloves?" Minorovich frowned.

    "Yes." White Gloves said with a smile, "Mr. Minorovich, it seems that you are really good at it. You were able to escape from such a heavily guarded place and made the Petak Prison restless. So.  Someone is going to hire me to keep order."

    "Maintain order?" Minorovich frowned, "What do you mean?"

    White Gloves smiled and shrugged, "When you escaped, the Petak Underground Prison held and imprisoned sixty prisoners. And now you are the only prisoner alive. Last night, I ordered the execution of the remaining prisoners.  Fifty-nine. This is the first change after my arrival. Time is limited, Minorovich. I cannot allow anyone to waste it.??Time is spent on projects that have no hope whatsoever.  "

    "What do you mean?" Minorovich looked at the white gloves and asked.

    "In the past, you could still live if you refused to explain. But in my opinion, this is a waste of time. If you refuse to explain, I will execute you immediately and find other worthwhile businesses. The world is so big and valuable  There are many projects. In this era of efficiency, why should we hang ourselves from a tree?" White Gloves shrugged.

    Minorovic looked at White Gloves and said, "You won't do this, because you know the value of the design in my hands. This is why you arrested me. This is a project that can make you a lot of money."

    "Indeed, but my time is earlier." White Glove smiled slightly.

    Minorovich only felt a pain in his abdomen. When he lowered his head and looked again, he was horrified to find a dagger stuck in his lower abdomen.  The dagger pierced so deeply that it almost had no handle.  Blood was flowing out along the handle of the dagger and dripping onto the snow, which was shocking.

    White Gloves pushed him away and checked his own white-gloved hands. The gloves were still white and not stained with any blood.  As if he was afraid of being contaminated by the bloody scent of Minorovich, he took a step to the side and said slowly, "I know you still want to try your luck and try to bargain. It's a pity, I'm not interested.  When I do business, it¡¯s just a fixed price. Either I close the deal at a fixed price, or I don¡¯t do it at all.¡±

    Minorovic fell to the ground, raised his head with difficulty and said, "Save me please save me I promise anything, I really promise anything." The blood in his abdomen continued to gush out.  , but he didn't dare to pull out the dagger.  Because he was afraid that it would speed up the bleeding and cause him to die faster.

    "It's a pity. I didn't want to do business with you today. If we can't get it, others can't get it either." White Gloves turned around gracefully and sighed, "It's useless even if you don't pull out that dagger.  . The blood groove of this dagger is specially designed to make you bleed to death very quickly. Goodbye, Mr. Minorovich, nice to meet you."

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