Dragon Raja 5; Chapter 285: For Your Majesty (100)

Dragon Raja 5

“So you’re short of money?” Vishniak asked slowly.

“Have you chosen a burial plot in the Novodevichy Cemetery? I’ll lay flowers there,” Sonia said coldly.

“Yes, Vishnyak, it’s almost time for you, isn’t it?” said Valodya, who had freckles on his nose. He wasn’t so shy when no one else was around.

“Mind your own business!” Vishnyak lowered his head and lit a cigarette for himself.

“Don’t talk about these unhappy things,” Okinets, who looked most like the eldest brother in the group, waved his hand. “We’re all friends, at least until the auction starts.”

“Yes, yes! When you’ve had a few drinks, you should talk about happy things!” Sonia’s beautiful amber eyes lit up again. “How about we talk about our Christina!”

“She’s not your rival. She’s a lovely girl, that’s true, but she’s Alexander Bunin’s precious daughter.” Okinets chuckled. “Anyone who dares to touch her, Bunin will throw that guy into the incinerator alive.”

“Bunin?” Vishniak sneered. “He’s not the boss, have you heard? This is his last time presiding over an auction.”
“So you’re planning to make your move on our lovely little Christina once his service is over?” Sonia raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t even think about it. That old fox Bunin has already planned his escape route. He’ll disappear the moment the auction ends, taking his precious daughter with him,” Ochinets said. “Otherwise, why would he bring his daughter here?”

“He’s been handling the auctions all these years. Do you think he might have any surplus stock?” Valodya asked in a low voice.

Odinets glanced toward the bar; the waiters were standing far enough away they probably couldn’t hear their whispers.

“It’s difficult. The stock is limited every year. I don’t believe the boss would give him the opportunity to steal,” Okinets said softly.

“Even substandard goods have value; it’s just a matter of whether he’s willing to put them up for sale,” Valodya said.

“That old man, I don’t believe he didn’t line his own pockets!” Sonia said as well.

“But how would we know? By capturing him and interrogating him?” Okinets shrugged, as if telling a joke, but his expression was mysterious.

“Why not? He’s leaving, and the boss won’t protect him anymore!” Vishnak’s words carried a hint of ferocity.

“No one can quit so easily! We’re all the same!”

This topic seemed to touch the hearts of the guests, but they all looked at each other, and clearly no one could make a decision.

“Squeeze out what he’s hiding,” Sonia smiled seductively, “and his precious daughter?”

Just then, the bar door rang out with a clear, tinkling sound—it was the brass bell hanging on the door. A gust of cold wind swept in, and Alexander Bunin arrived, his shoulders covered in snow.

He completely ignored his VIPs and went straight to the bar to sit down. Without any greeting, a glass of good wine that he wanted was served to him.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the auction will proceed as scheduled in two days,” Bunin said slowly. “Instead of overthinking, let’s raise the money as soon as possible; the competition will be fierce this year. And you’re right, anyone who touches my daughter, I’ll throw them alive into the incinerator!”

The VIPs’ expressions changed drastically. Okinets glanced at the waitresses standing respectfully by the bar. The beautiful blonde girls in navy blue waitress uniforms stood tall and looked ready to serve the guests at any time.

But upon closer inspection, they resemble a cluster of sharpened arrows.

Beer and vodka were served, and the guests resumed their laughter and chatter. The bear paw game continued, as if nothing had happened.

They really didn’t need to think too much. The city might look peaceful and cozy, but it was still a formidable fortress, and Alexander Bunin was the only one whose word carried weight here.

At the edge of the primeval pine forest, a man stands atop a towering Siberian pine, his heavy black felt coat billowing in the cold wind.

Lancelot tilted his head back and finished the remaining wine in the jug. He wasn’t really sure what was in it; too many different kinds of liquor had been mixed in. He didn’t care about the taste; the alcohol just gave him a brief moment of calm.

At the horizon, the faint light of City 023 stood out starkly against the hard darkness.

They certainly had powerful enough vehicles to get here, but they were left behind far away, and the last leg of the journey was entirely made by marching through the snow.

No one could be sure what kind of detection equipment has been buried near city 023; walking is the most discreet way to detect it.

An agent rushed to the tree. “Agent Lancelot, we’ve found him!”

Lancelot silently descended into the snow, his sleeves billowing out like a black fox bat. He followed the commissioner and soon saw the Russian branch minister and a group of commissioners gathered together.
The commissioners made way for Lancelot to walk to the snow pit. The branch manager shone his flashlight down into the pit, revealing an open metal box containing a telephone.

The oldest kind of battlefield telephone uses copper wire to transmit signals and has no extra functions; it only allows you to say a few words to a certain person.

Near city 023, electromagnetic interference was very strong, and all communication with the outside world was cut off, yet a landline telephone was buried there.

In the days before advanced radio technology, during wartime, signal corps soldiers would lay copper wires tens of kilometers long to ensure that orders from headquarters could be transmitted smoothly to the front-line trenches. Although it was an outdated technology, it was precisely because of its ability to bypass the electromagnetic shielding of City 023.

The person who installed this telephone line was extremely clever to use the military railway that Bunin used as the conductor, thus avoiding the arduous task of laying hundreds or even thousands of kilometers of telephone lines across the snowfield.

Lancelot picked up the phone, but didn’t dial. He waited quietly until the lazy voice on the other end of the line answered.

“Commissioner Lancelot, it’s so nice to hear from you. Was your journey smooth?”

“Based on your intelligence, we have located City 023 and are ready to launch an attack at any time.”

“Attack? Good heavens! Did I send you to attack a city? Are you the commander of an assault brigade? No, no, no, no,” the other party’s voice clearly showed his alarm, “I sent you to save the world! Just a small matter like saving the world! You just need to take care of Lu Mingfei for me, quietly take care of him, and then retreat, preferably without alerting anyone else.”

Lancelot was silent for a moment. “The city must be heavily guarded, which will inevitably alert others.”

“Sigh, this is such a hassle.” The man sighed. “It’s alright, just kill whoever tries to stop you, they’re not important people anyway.”

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