Great Single Player of the Heavens

"Please take your time..."

After leaving the dining car in Saldorf's room, Lu Qi, who temporarily acted as a hotel waiter, left the room very consciously and returned the same way.

As soon as he got on the elevator, Lu Qi asked Ella on the other side of the radio:

"Is there a signal?"

"very clearly."

"very good..."

Back in the suite, Lu Qi went straight to the bedroom and continued to ask:

"Did he say anything?"

"Not yet, he just told his bodyguards to keep them vigilant."

"It seems that Saldorf is also a little nervous about the upcoming meeting..."

Lu Qi, who changed out of the hotel waiter uniform and put on a white shirt, went back to the living room and sat down on the sofa.

Putting on the earphones of the audio receiver next to the computer, Lu Qi immediately heard all the sounds from Saldorf's room.

"...Those damned Americans, who do you think they are?! They actually plan to raise such content at the meeting, do they think the whole world is afraid of them..."

"Worshefsky, that idiot, really thinks that if he shows his favor to these arrogant bastards, he can get their support?!"

In order to obtain the content of the conversation at the meeting simultaneously, Lu Qi put a tiny monitor in the decorative bouquet of the dining car.

For Lu Qi, who used to solve troubles for rich people in Los Santos, this kind of tactic came at his fingertips...

Listening to what was said in the earphones, Lu Qi leaned back on the sofa and asked casually:

"What is Saldorf angry about?"

"It is said that at the military meeting, the Americans aimed at Mao country everywhere, and even mocked the turbulent situation in Mao country by using the terrorists of the core group who are all over the world..."

Hearing Ella's explanation, Lu Qi couldn't help curling his lips, and said sarcastically:

"Is this the excuse he made for himself? In order to retaliate against Wasevsky's foreign policy, he sold all the weapons of his country to terrorists and asked them to overthrow his immediate boss?"

"However, the same is true for Americans. No matter how threatening Maoist authorities are now, they are not as radical as in the Zakayev era, right? They dare to stimulate the nerves of Maorians in this way. Those idiot politicians in the White House really flow in their bones. Arrogant blood..."

While monitoring the movement in Saldorf's room, Lu Qi and Ella prepared for the next step of the plan.

. . .

About two hours later, Lu Qi, who was cleaning the guns in the bedroom, suddenly heard a reminder from Ella from the living room:

"Ah, someone is calling him!"

Hearing this, Lu Qi frowned, immediately put down the gun barrel and rag in his hand, walked quickly to the living room, and put on the monitor earphones.

In the next second, Saldorf's voice came from the headset:

"Have you arrived?"

"Ballyfugg Hotel, room 728."

It's just a few short sentences, but Lu Qi can still confirm that the person on the other side of the phone,

It must be the top executives of the core group who are about to meet Saldorf!

Thinking of this, Lu Qi immediately picked up a high-magnification camera, went to the window, pointed at the main entrance of the hotel, and began to look for the suspected vehicle.

A man in a suit getting off a silver Porsche caught his attention.

In other words, it was the tall bodyguards around him who didn't look good enough to attract his attention.

The person who came was not little Zakayev, nor Makarov, but a new face. Cuntou, in his early thirties, with beards and sharp eyes.

"Kacha Kacha" took a few photos, watched the other party enter the hotel, and then Lu Qi returned to the sofa.

"Did you get the photo?"

"Got it, I'm using your agent password to access MI6's database to see if I can find a match through the face recognition system..."

With the fingers of both hands flying over the keyboard, Ella quickly found the matching result:

"Well, his name is the same as yours... Alex Dukov, 34 years old, like Yuri Smolov, was a former member of the Alpha Group and participated in terrorist activities of extremist organizations many times... .”

While listening to Ella's introduction and looking at the photos that popped up on the computer screen, Lu Qi fell into deep thought.

With Yuri being closely monitored, Zakayev's identity is too sensitive, and Makarov is a coward who will not show up easily. Therefore, the core group only sent a middle-level figure who is not considered a high-level person to come Meetings with partners are also expected.

What Lu Qi cares more about is how much this guy knows; whether they can use this small fish to catch bigger fish!

. . .

Under the close monitoring of surveillance, Dukov came to Saldorf's room with a few bodyguards.

Perhaps it was because he was afraid of staying too long and causing unnecessary troubles. When Dukov came up, he didn't talk too much nonsense, and said straight to the point:

"Your Excellency, Vice Minister, we need a large amount of arms, and the price is not an issue. When will the transaction be possible at the earliest?"

"Well, I don't know what type of munitions you need yet..."

"As long as you have what you have, we want it!"

...

While the two were discussing the details of the transaction, they didn't know that the content of their conversation was transmitted to Lu Qi and Ella's earphones through the monitor on the dining car, and was faithfully recorded.

The arms deal negotiation meeting lasted only 20 minutes.

During the period, Dukov called his superiors twice to ask for instructions on the negotiation of arms prices, and finally placed an order worth 20 million US dollars.

After completing the order and paying a part of the deposit, Dukov walked out of the room with his younger brother.

At some point, Lu Qi was the only one left in the entire suite. Ella, who was in charge of the logistics, was missing.

Lu Qi, who was sitting in front of the computer, watched Dukov walk into the elevator, and reminded Ella who was on standby through the radio:

"Ella, he's leaving the hotel."

"receive."

At the same time, Dukov with an indifferent face, surrounded by his younger brothers, took the elevator to the hotel lobby on the first floor and came to the main entrance of the hotel.

At this moment, a blond beauty in a black suspender skirt with hips, hurriedly approached her.

I don't know if she stepped too fast, or accidentally stepped on the empty steps, the blond beauty suddenly let out an "ah", her figure staggered suddenly, and her whole graceful figure rushed towards Dukov who had just walked out of the main entrance!

Seeing the blond beauty throwing himself into his arms, Dukov subdued his inner vigilance a little, and stretched out his arms to hug the blond beauty who almost fell down.

"Ma'am, are you all right?"

Hearing this, the blond beauty who was being supported patted her fair chest with lingering fear, and quickly thanked Dukov:

"It's okay, thank you very much, if it weren't for you, I might make a big fool of myself."

"I made an appointment with a friend at the hotel bar, and I'm running late, so I'm in such a hurry. If you're not in a hurry, how about letting me buy you a drink as a thank you?"

Hearing this, although he really wanted to nod his head in agreement, Dukov still shook his head and declined the other party's invitation.

"You're welcome, it's an honor to help a beautiful lady like you..."

"Well, it's a pity..."

He smiled gentlemanly at the blonde beauty, pretending to be a chic Dukov, and then under the protection of his younger brother, he got into the silver Porsche when he got up.

Watching the car speeding away, the blond beauty stopped at the entrance of the hotel, the smile on her face faded away, and she said to herself in an extremely calm tone:

"Ah, it's done..."

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