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  Yi Chen returned to his own nest, and Phil and the others happened to enter the door. Yi Chen looked at the two with eyes full of hope, and Phil shook his head apologetically: "Boss, there's no news at all, the London Magistrates' Court doesn't know anything about it, and they don't even know that anyone from the network has been arrested."

  "Useless guy, Phil. From now on, reduce the money given to this guy by 20% every month and tell him that I'm extremely dissatisfied with his work ability, huh?"

  "Whatever you say, boss."

  "Boss, is there any news?"

  Yì chén nodded, leading the others into the underground secret room. Only then did he say with a hint of schadenfreude: "Good news, good news, Jester, tell our dear twin gentlemen."

  Jester burst out laughing: "Isn't it wonderful, our dear Chekhov is now being tortured at Vauxhall Bridge. What do you think the British Military Intelligence agents will use on our Chekhov? Beat him to death? Electric shock? Inject special drugs? Or noise torture? Oh, poor little lamb Chekhov, he's really out of luck this time, who told him to always say damn God, damn God?"

  Fiona gave him a sideways glance: "Jester, are you really that reverent towards God?"

  Jester retorted: "Right, that God raised by the dog niang, I always say so, but I have confidence not to be taken away by the military intelligence agency."

  "Alright, alright, let's not curse others all the time. Ahah, I think it's time for us to take action, let our Mr. Chekhov escape from his suffering soon... damn it! I hope the person we rescue is still alive, I don't want him to be missing any parts."

  Phil said quietly, "I'm afraid those bloody agents have done in Chekhov and are going to pin something on him. I've been hearing from the courts that Parliament is very dissatisfied with certain departments throughout Britain because of the financial markets still being in turmoil."

  Yi Chen nodded: "Wei Lun old guy also said that there is such a possibility, the British are used to using their own fabricated evidence to cover up their incompetence. So, for Chikov's safety, and for our own safety, as well as for us to be able to enjoy the several billion dollars from the British government in the future, we need to let Chikov come out. Any opinions?"

  Everyone shook their heads, and Feli curiously asked a sentence: "Boss, how much money do we have now?"

  "Yi Chen laughed strangely: "Now? When we left China, the group of people from Russia had already swindled nearly 50 billion from the British government. After deducting the initial preparation costs, action costs and all expenses, it's probably less than 2%. Then, Mr. Plov and I shared 40% of that. How much do you think we got? We took 20% of the 50 billion."

  Jester asked discontentedly: "Didn't we get 50%? Where did the remaining 60% of the total go?"

  Yi Chen looked at Jester and shook his head, saying: "Jester, Jester, you should always be concerned about our business. 60% of Mr. Plov's capital comes from the forces behind him, he has to give those people a 60% profit margin, do you understand? Do you think the current $10 billion is not enough to satisfy us?"

  Jester rolled his eyes: "10 billion? What's that?"

  No one was willing to deal with this number-concept-less Jester, and Easy said, "Mr. Phil, inform Cain that he must return here immediately, I need him and his subordinates to formulate an effective plan to attack Vauxhall Bridge, we need to rescue Chikov as much as possible, if we can't get him out, at least we have to destroy those evidences, understand? Take down all their technical personnel who can fabricate evidence, that's our victory."

  Phil flew up quickly, and Yi Chen slowly leaned against the sofa, saying lightly: "Jester, it's possible that we really need to rely on your ruthless skills... We can't delay, let's launch our plan as soon as possible, got it? Tell Cain I need a meticulous, perfect, and not-too-violent plan. After all, Vauxhall Bridge is in the heart of London, if we fight seriously, we won't even be able to run away."

  Jester got excited, jumping up and down in the room, saying viciously: "Don't worry, boss, I'll take care of everyone I see... But what if Chekhov has already spilled our secret?"

  Yi Chen fell silent for a moment, then slowly raised his head and said: "Now that it's been said, what else can be done? Considering the friendship we've had over the years, let's bail him out, give him some money to retire with, and leave England. Hopefully the British won't sentence Chikov to death, this kid won't be able to take it."

  At this moment, the British agents did not use torture on Chekhov because Chekhov's performance scared all the agents and they were afraid of killing them. Under no choice, they had to execute Mr. David's order and use other gentle methods to deal with Chekhov.

  This is a large pink room, although there are no windows, but the huge pink curtains cover up this deficiency. Four or five sofas of strange shapes are placed randomly on the floor. In the center of the room is a huge, pink, oversized bed that can swallow a person whole. A faint, almost imperceptible music seems to be coming from some corner. Chekhov lies on this bed.

  A glass of wine mixed with some aphrodisiacs and hypnotic drugs was gulped down by Chekhov, who regarded wine as his life. Then, a blonde beauty with perfect figure, face, hair and eye color walked in. A high-collared black tight-fitting dress showed off her seductive charm.

  Chekhov's extremely lustful nature was evident, and the glass of wine wasn't even needed as a catalyst. His lower body had already undergone some changes that were not suitable for minors. His two wide-open eyes stared fixedly at this beautiful woman who looked like she was only in her early twenties, with his mouth watering slightly.

  This little girl seems to understand the psychology of some perverted gentlemen, quietly approaching Chekhov, but just out of Chekhov's reach. Her two emerald green eyes threw a few flirtatious glances at Chekhov, slightly tilting her body and bending her waist, deliberately highlighting her enchanting figure. Then she said softly: "Hello, sir, my name is Madeli."

  Chekhov licked his lips, saying with a greedy tone: "Maddalena? Oh, damn God, why didn't you name her Maria? Good heavens, good heavens, you are so beautiful, you should have the name of the Holy Mother, oh, to me you are the Holy Mother, Jesus is your son or your lover, it's all the same, come on, baby, comfort me a bit, I've been stuck in this hellhole for two days and my bones ache, damn it, these iron faces finally did something that made me happy."

  Chekhov suddenly tore off his pants, under the influence of the gradually taking effect aphrodisiac, ripped open his shirt and rushed over quickly.

  Madeleine easily dodged Chekhov's attack, circling around the sofas in the room, while Chekhov chased after her like a ferocious wolf. Madeleine laughed coquettishly: "Oh, dear, hurry up, hurry up, is there something holding you back from catching me?"

  Chekhov's fingers kept touching Madeleine's body, and he slightly felt the tenderness of her skin, but she quickly dodged away. Chekhov relentlessly pursued Madeleine, but a change in his own body, as Madeleine had said, hindered his movements, and running was no longer so agile. The hypnotic drugs also began to take effect, and Chekhov's expression became somewhat dazed.

  "Son of a bitch, you cunt, I've got you now, and I'm gonna fuck you to death!" Chekhov yelled. A string of beautiful greetings poured towards Madeleine, Madeleine's eyebrows were about to get angry, and David and others watching through the monitor couldn't help but moan.

  "A special agent cursed: 'This goddamn blasphemer, let's just get rid of him.'"

  "Kill him? Fine, kill him. The House can then kill us. What the f*** are we gonna tell them? F*** it, our treasury has already lost 70 billion dollars. Do you know what that means? 70 billion dollars, gone in stocks and financial exchanges. Damn it, Madeleine, Madeleine, did you hear me? Give this little s**t some candy, yeah, give him some candy, then squeeze him while he's f***ing."

  A guy wearing a white lab coat, who was shaking slightly with a somewhat nervous look on his face, said proudly: "Don't worry, boss, the medicine that guy drank is our latest product. He'll be blurting out things from his childhood in no time... Haha, it's quite effective."

  Madeleine fell onto a circular sofa, Chikov quickly stripped off his clothes and pounced on her, shouting: "Oh baby, your body is too weak, it's not suitable for such intense physical exercise, let me take good care of you."

  A few 'ripping' sounds, and Madeleine's tight-fitting clothes were torn to shreds by Chikov, followed by a frenzied assault.

  David and they watched through the monitor, watching a live performance that Chekhov called 'sex education', Madeleine made every effort to get this guy with a long drool hanging from the corner of his mouth to finish as soon as possible.

  Chekhov's soul wandered outside, muttering to himself: "Darling, you are the most beautiful woman I've ever had, those high-class prostitutes, damn it, one night costs several thousand pounds, how can they compare to you?"

  Maddie, who was barely holding on against the rough Chikov, almost fainted. Could he really think of her as that kind of woman? Damn Russian bastard... David's voice came through the earpiece, loud and clear: "Maddie, ask him, while he's completely lost now, ask him... What the hell are you doing? If you can't complete the mission, I'll send you to the embassy in Africa."

  Maddie silently cursed David a few times, unwilling to think: "I'm being tortured here, and you're watching my good show on the side? Damn it, a bunch of bastards, men in the military intelligence agency are all bastards."

  But out of her mouth came tender, flower-petal-like words: "Darling, oh, you're so amazing, oh God, I'm going to fly... What do you do?"

  "Me? I'm the one who opened up European network communication, oh, we're God, we're Jesus Christ, on the net, we are God, we can do anything... Damn it, you bunch of sons of bitches, plus you bitch, you actually used instruments to monitor the whole world against us, damn it, if I had such an instrument, I could make your government return to primitive society."

  Maddie caught on and excitedly hugged Chekhov, hastily asking: "So, what methods do you use to make our government return to primitive society? Hmm, dear, you're really something, really too amazing."

  In the creaking of the sofa, Chekhov didn't even have time to respond before he let out a loud shout and thoroughly sprayed out, after which his head tilted to one side and he fell fast asleep.

  David slammed his fist on the table in front of him and bellowed: "This son of a bitch, damn it, if I didn't need to keep them to deal with those bastards upstairs, I'd kill him right now... Damn it, Madeli, try again, see if he's still awake?"

  Maddie, her face red with rage, kicked Chikov away and wrapped herself in a white sheet, yelling at the camera: "Are you awake? This son of a bitch can't even last five minutes! Damn it, damn it, oh, this is the most disgusting creature I've ever seen...Damn it!"

  David stuck his hands into the pockets of his pants and paced back and forth in the surveillance room, saying viciously: "Gentle means? Fine, this kid is a sex maniac. Next time, give him ten times the dose of aphrodisiacs, tie him to the bed, and have Madeli strip naked beside him for questioning. Let's see if he talks then."

  About three hours later, Chekhov woke up with satisfaction and looked at the four apathetic agents in front of him. He smiled and said: "I know what you're doing, using beauties to lure me, wanting me to say what you want to hear. But, this, the price you gave me is not enough, I will never cooperate with you no matter what."

  David flew in quickly and asked Chekhov, "What price do you want? Immunity? Cash? A villa? A Swiss passport? Name it, everything is negotiable."

  Chekhov looked at David with a shameless expression, smiling slyly: "Ah, you're their leader? I see. Hehe, very simple request. That Madeleine from earlier and the beautiful female agent who interrogated me last time... both of them together to keep me company, and I'll tell you everything I know. Guaranteed you'll be satisfied... Don't rush, give yourselves a few hours to consider it, I won't have another chance like this soon."

  David's face changed, he took a deep breath and glared at Chekhov for a few moments before quickly walking out of the room that was driving him crazy. As soon as he left, he kicked the door shut with one foot and David started yelling: "Damn it, this son of a bitch, does he think this is some kind of brothel? That bastard."

  A group of subordinates looked at him helplessly, and one of them finally plucked up the courage to say: "Boss, this is a rascal. I'm sure he's an out-and-out scoundrel, a real son of a bitch."

  David suddenly fell silent and slowly said: "So, I'd like to ask, what do you think he would say if Eliza were willing to accompany him once?"

  Everyone looked at each other, unsure of how to respond.

  Sally sat on the sofa in the living room, holding a dozen or so flying knives in her hand, throwing them one by one at the target ten meters away, all hitting the bullseye. Then she walked over, pulled out the flying knives, and sat back on the sofa, with an expressionless face that was still as beautiful as ever.

  Cain and others are making plans for a sneak attack, Phil and Gollum are checking their weapons, Phyllis has gone upstairs to take a nap, Jester is lying on the sofa in the living room smoking marijuana, Yichen flips through the newspaper in his hand with boredom, and slaps Jester's thigh with one hand, asking him in a low voice: "You bought this chick, what's the point of having her? What do you want her to do?"

  Jie Si glanced at Yi Chen and shrugged, saying: "Boss, do you believe me? I only bought her because I suddenly felt a pang of sympathy... it's rare for me to feel sympathetic."

  Yi Chen slapped his forehead and groaned: "Oh God, you idiot, gone soft? Alright alright, what did you and she talk about? Hmm?"

  Jester said irresponsibly, "She swore not to say anything she saw, and she didn't dare to say it out loud. Boss, just treat her as a freeloader... I don't know what to do with her either."

  Yi Chen flipped off Jester in front of him, and Jester rolled his eyes and lay down to smoke again.

  Yi Chen walked up to Sally, catching a flying dagger that had just been shot out with one hand, and crouched down in front of her.

  Sally looked at Yidun with a bit of fear, her lips moving for a long time before she managed to squeeze out a few words: "Boss, you... good afternoon."

  Yi Chen nodded, took all the flying knives from Sally's hand, lightly shook them off and put them on the sofa. He stroked her forehead with his hand and said: "Jester bought you, in a sense, you are his slave, he is your master... But Jester, as you also saw, is a rogue himself, he can't give you any instructions or ask you to do anything."

  Sally nodded quietly, her wooden eyes staring at Yicun.

  "Easy said softly, 'I don't know how you joined that damned guerrilla unit or what you went through inside, but at least now you're in London, you're in my nightclub which is also my home, and I'm willing to treat you as one of my subordinates rather than a puppet bought back by Jester.'"

  "Listen, I can see you've got some decent skills, so I'm willing to give you a chance. You can join this operation as my subordinate, Jester's second-in-command. This is your chance to leave the past behind, to wake up from that nightmare... Got it?"

  "I will treat you like any other subordinate, you can get your share of the profits, you can start from scratch and slowly regain your dignity, your confidence, and that word you've already forgotten: hope. Maybe you were desperate before, maybe you thought of yourself as a walking corpse, but I'm telling you, now you have a chance to become human again, I'm giving you this chance, got it?"

  "You can choose the weapon you like, tell Mr. Phil about it... If you join this operation and come out alive, I swear to treat you like a real person. Think carefully for yourself."

  Yi Chen stood up and walked towards the door, saying: "Jester, smoke less marijuana, your body is good, but smoking too much marijuana is not a good thing."

  Jester slowly got up, looked at Sally who was in a daze, shook his head helplessly and said: "Boss, I've been telling her for almost a month now, but she doesn't react at all. I told her I'd make her rich, let her live a happy life of murder, but she just ignores me."

  Yi Chen glanced at Jester and continued walking towards the door, with Jester quickly following behind. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Sally pick up those few flying knives again, after which Sally said in a dry tone: "Old... boss... I'm going with you guys."

  Yi Chen turned around, and with a warm smile, said: "Welcome to our Chinese city, dear Sally... Jester, you're in charge of getting Sally everything she needs. She'll be your deputy, and you must ensure her safety."

  Jester yawned and got up. Yi Chen couldn't be bothered with him anymore and strode towards the secret elevator.