Chapter 1217 "Old Friends" reunion and a arrow from many years ago
Although Europe and the United States did not have the famous Mencius saying, "Born in worrying about Anle", it is still there to establish a strong foreign enemy to transfer the concept of internal contradictions.
Since the suicide of the red empire, the living conditions of ordinary people in Europe and the United States have deteriorated.
Don't look at Lao Mei as a lighthouse, but the red lighthouse collapsed. In just decades, the family once only needs to have one blue -collar worker to work, and you can support a family of four or five to plus two dogs. The good life that can go out on vacation every year disappears.
So the big Mao found out miserable, even if they took the initiative to abandon ideas, they still couldn't join the European and American families they longed for.
After all the problems are processed by the propaganda machine, they will eventually be attributed to the evil bears.
Of course, after the new century, with the rise of a large country in oriental, similar propaganda calibers began to change, and Da Mao could only continue to act as a big villain in film and television dramas.
After all, it doesn't matter how you write a mouthful of daily speaking artillery. The news is generally invisible to how to write the Cyris people, but it is really a huge box office that will really lose a billion people.
Jack is not the kind of stereotypes that Lao Mei, but a FBI follows a retired old CIA to visit the Embassy of Maozi, which will inevitably make him feel a little nervous.
After all, Maozi may not take him, but in the event of being found in the bureau, he can only retire in advance and then be a non -listed company CEO with billions of dollars assets.
Compared to Jack, Frank is a lot calm, just like coming to the door, walking to the door to face the monitoring camera and directly pressed the call key on the electronic doorbell.
"Notify Ivan Hammanov, Frank Moses visited."
There was almost no waiting time, and the door opened automatically. The two pushed in the door just after the two, and a group of Mao Zi soldiers surrounded the hall with AK.
With the blackheads put on the head, Frank and Jack were pushed and brought to the ground.
"Not even a glass of water, it seems that they did not treat you as a guest." When there was no one around, Jack took off his black head.
It is not like the interrogation room. It looks like a warehouse in the underground. There are temporary tables and three chairs. Some are too empty.
Although Frank was ridiculed on his mouth. In fact, this treatment has exceeded his expectations. Not only did he not be worn by the handcuffs, but he didn't even searched him seriously, and his attitude was good.
Frank did not answer, but looked at the metal staircase they had just walked down, and a slightly bloated figure was swaying down.
"To be honest, your visit really surprised me, Frank Moses."
Along with the body, the other party's English with Mao Zi's tongue -like sound gradually became clearer under the dim fluid light.
"I can't remember how many times I killed you in my dream." A hair was as thick as a beard, and the old man wearing a purple pattern suit sat opposite the two of them with one buttocks. Spring knife.
"But now" with a successful smile on his face, the fat old man took out a bottle of vod from the drawer and put it on the table. "You are also a pension person."
"It has been retired for several years. I have to admit that at least at this point, you won me, Ivan." Frank's cheeks pumped, making the decree on the cheeks more obvious.
Ivan Himanov cut the bottle with a small knife, then took out two wine glasses from the drawer, then slanted Jack next to him, and thought about it and took out the third cup.
"It's really time to fly. The older you are, the faded, so who is this young man? Your student?" Frank pushed the first glass of wine to Jack. "This is Jack He and we are not people all the way. Have you heard of David Rossi?
It was his teacher. If you are murdered someday, you can find him to help, and you will definitely find out the real murderer. "
"FBI's behavioral analysis department?" Ivan Shimanov raised his lips disdainful. "Can't believe it, you American guys are still using dogs and whistles to find criminals."
Ah, is Lao Maozi's perception of psychology still staying in the Pavlov era? It is simply full of rigid impression.
The protagonist now is Frank. Jack did not explain or made any refutes, but chose to continue watching the "Syrian" of the two.
As the three wine glasses were full one by one, Ivan Hamanov's eyes gradually became dangerous. "The first glass of wine is to be killed by you."
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"You mean the sister -in -law Ingor?" Frank raised his eyebrows, and didn't seem to understand why he mentioned the name.
"He is a great assassin," Ivan said with gritted teeth.
"He is also a stupid pig." Frank looked unchanged.
Ivan's eyes were reddish, and once again emphasized, "He is my cousin."
Frank was stunned and hesitated. Holding the glass of the wine glass stopped in the air, "I'm sorry for this."
Ivan took the wine glass and touched him. Although his face was with a smile, his eyes were extremely dangerous.
There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!
The two touched the cup. Before Drinking the glass of wine, Frank said calmly, "But he didn't die?"
I Fan, who was almost stuck to put down the glass, looked at Frank incredible, only listened to him and said, "I let him go."
"How is this possible?" Ivan almost jumped up.
"He is now opening a convenience store in Orange County, and he now weighs nearly 500 pounds."
"Oh!" Ivan exclaimed his loud voice, covering his mouth, and made a burst of mad laughes, and Frank couldn't help laughing.
Jack on the side heard it inexplicably. Maybe only the elderly who came with them from that era could understand the cherishment that was slowly established in the struggle where you died.
Ivan tumped twice with excitement, picked up the wine bottle and re -filled the wine glass in front of the two, and then picked the eyebrows to Frank, "Continue."
"Who is this cup for this cup?" A red card Vodka, who killed at least three or two, was sweating slightly on Frank's big bald head.
At this time, the tension atmosphere between the two people had gone absent at this time, and it was really like two old friends who had not seen each other for many years.
"For my two lovely daughters, Natasha and Talia." Ivan found two photos from his chest pocket and put on the table, showing a face.
"Squeak!" The chair under Jack's buttocks made a whispering sound, attracting the two old guys' eyes.
(End of this chapter)