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Chapter 1639 Punishment

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    On a high-rise building in Brussels, strategist Marklovsky put down the phone in his hand.  He cursed a little irritably, "This old ghost!"

    "What's wrong?" White Gloves looked up at him.

    "Sorry, I'm a little rude. I don't do this often." Maklovsky took a deep breath, walked a few steps in the room, and whispered, "Aladdin started to take action, and he was ruthless when he took action.  trick."

    "You think it's a cruel move, so it seems that he must have made you very uncomfortable." Bai Glove shook his head.

    ¡°It¡¯s not me, he¡¯s making the Grand Duke very uncomfortable.¡± Marklovsky shook his head.

    White Gloves looked down at the window, "Isn't this nonsense? If the Grand Duke is uncomfortable, all of us will be uncomfortable. What did he do?"

    "It's the batch of chemical weapons hidden by the secret society in Iraq. The Americans obtained it a few hours ago." Maklovsky paced back and forth.

    "What?" White Gloves turned back suddenly, "You mean that batch of chemical weapons?"

    "Yes." Marklovsky said helplessly, "It's those chemical weapons."

    White Glove was stunned for a long time and said, "In that case, the Grand Duke will really lose his temper. But how can the Americans do it?"

    "It must be that old ghost from Aladdin. He is bypassing me and directly demonstrating to the Grand Duke. He wants to tell the Grand Duke of the Secret Society through this incident and tell him how many secrets he has that can threaten the entire organization of the Secret Society. In this way,  Come and put pressure on the Grand Duke to order me to release his daughter." Maklovsky paced back and forth.

    "None of us expected the old guy's move. It was really cruel. I wonder if the Grand Guild will blame us for this." White Glove White whispered.

    "No." Maklovsky gritted his teeth and said.

    "This is unlikely, based on my understanding of the Grand Duke. He may not let us continue." White Glove White sighed.

    "I said no, so I won't, because I didn't tell the Grand Duke about it." Maklovsky whispered.

    White Gloves said in surprise, "You didn't tell the Grand Duke? Damn it, are you crazy? Do you know what this means? It means that you are hiding information from the Grand Duke. If he learns about it from other channels, he will only be even more angry.  I won¡¯t take this on with you, it¡¯s completely your own self-righteousness.¡±

    "Is this how you repay me? If it weren't for me, you would still be in a damn South American prison, living with rats." Marklovsky stared at the white gloves and said sternly.

    "Yes, but then at least I am still alive." White Glove said coldly, "In such a long time, if I have learned one thing, it is not to hide anything from the Grand Duke. You will regret it, kid."

    "I just don't let the Grand Duke know about this for the time being, because we will solve this matter. If Aladdin can be eliminated, the Grand Duke will only be happy." Marklovsky shook his head.

    White Glove looked at Marklovsky with a mocking look on his face, "I said, are you really a strategist? Can someone like you be the Grand Duke's think tank?"

    Maklovsky looked at White Gloves and said, "You'd better pay attention to the tone of your words! You are on my territory!"

    "Whose territory?" The door was pushed open and two people walked in.  The man walking in front didn't care about Marklovsky and White Gloves at all, and walked straight in and sat down.  The woman following him sat elegantly next to him.

    This man is Vasily, and the woman is the black pearl Betty who often follows him.

    "Grand Duke!" White Gloves became nervous and stood up immediately.

    "Long time no see, White." Vasily said calmly, "I just heard someone say that some people think this is his territory, right?"

    The atmosphere in the living room was awkward, and strategist Marklovsky was silent.

    "Strategist, do you know what your role is?" Vasily looked at him and said, "Your duty is only to help me come up with ideas, not to make decisions for me. I think you know the difference between the two.  Bar?"

    Makrovsky remained silent.

    "You rescued White without authorization, which is no problem, because he is still useful. But you arrested Aladdin's daughter without permission. As a result, this old ghost became completely unscrupulous, because he was enraged  Because of this, we suffered a little loss. This is nothing at first, but you still want to hide it from me. Tell me, Marklovsky, what should I do with you?" Vasily sat on the sofa and bit  smoking a cigar.

    "You are not the Grand Duke, you are just his puppet." Marklovsky said coldly, "So you have no choice.??Dispose of me.  "

    "Really? But it's a pity that as long as I, Vasily, live one day, I will be the Grand Duke of the Secret Society." Vasily sneered, "Because I am absolutely loyal and irreplaceable. As for you, and you!" He turned to White Gloves  He said calmly, "You can replace me at any time. So you'd better not anger me."

    "I am also absolutely loyal to the Grand Duke." Maklovsky gritted his teeth.

    "So you are still alive now." Vasily looked at him and said, "I am usually not a harsh person. I allow my subordinates to make mistakes, but I will never tolerate my subordinates cheating on me. The team needs discipline, and you, Marklovs  Gee, you violated the most important rule."

    Maklovsky whispered, "Why does the Grand Duke want to convey the message through you? Why does he refuse to see me in person?"

    "No one can see the Grand Duke. You understand this. This is why I exist. To all of you, I am the Grand Duke of the Secret Society. Either serve me or disappear completely." Vasily said in a deep voice,  He slowly stretched out his hand.

    "Well, I was wrong. Grand Duke." Marklovsky knelt down in front of him, lowered his head and kissed his ring.

    Vasily nodded with satisfaction, "Okay, stop talking nonsense. Maklovsky, you must be punished. Then we can talk about other issues."

    The black pearl Betty sitting next to him had jumped up like a black cat and silently circled behind Markolovs.  He put a dagger to Vasily's throat.  The sharp edge of the dagger made Marklovsky feel a chill on his neck, and the cold temperature raised a layer of goosebumps on his neck.

    But Black Pearl Betty still moved the knife away, just when Marklovsky felt relieved.  But Black Pearl Betty grabbed his hand, used the scissors she had just used to cut Vasily's cigar, and cut off Marklovsky's little finger with a click.

    "Uh!" Marklovsky was shaking all over in pain, and the sweat on his head kept dripping.

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