With the farewells of Presidents D'Antoni and Simon, Lin Dong took the elevator down to the UBS lobby.
As he passed the main reception desk, the brown-haired beauty named Diane called out to him, "Mr. Lin, are you... leaving?"
Lin Dong turned back and smiled: "I'm leaving now, thank you, beautiful Miss Diane."
Diane felt a pang of disappointment: "Mr. Lin, will we ever meet again?"
Lin Dong waved his hand and walked towards the gate without looking back.
He didn't turn back, but instead said, "See you again someday!"
The tall figure finally disappeared beyond the two glass doors...
Diane stood up, staring blankly at Lin Dong's disappearing figure...
D'Antoni and Simon escorted the killer out the door.
They watched Lin Dong's receding figure for a long time before daring to breathe heavily.
Finally, we got rid of this plague!
At this moment, they felt as if they had walked through the gates of hell and then luckily survived.
......
UBS client list in hand.
Lin Dong no longer needed to stay in the Watch Country.
With this, Lin Dong's European trip came to an end.
The gains from this trip far exceeded his expectations.
Although it took a few days longer than the originally planned month, it was all worth it.
According to his itinerary, his next stop is the Northern Bear Kingdom.
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March 9th, late at night.
In the southern suburbs of Moscow, there is a large area of abandoned factories.
This place is far from the city and was originally a large factory that specialized in processing corn flour.
The factory was surrounded by endless, abandoned cornfields.
In March, the nighttime temperature in the Northern Bear Kingdom is still very cold.
At that moment, two rows of running track lights suddenly lit up in the flat cornfield to the west of the flour mill.
Amidst the lamplight, there was clearly a wide running track stretching three kilometers.
More than 10 black Volga cars were parked at the end of the runway early on.
Hundreds of men wearing black masks and holding Cheetah submachine guns stood in two neat rows on one side of the convoy.
The leader was a short, stout man, about 40 years old, with a high nose, blond hair, and blue eyes, a typical East Slavic.
Five minutes later, the rumbling of airplane engines came from the night sky.
The short, stout man looked up at the sky and saw two navigation lights flashing incessantly in the gray clouds, getting closer and closer to the ground...
"Boss Lin is here! Everyone, be on your best and don't let me lose face!"
The short, stout man turned around and yelled at him.
"The Black-Faced Organization, Northern Bear is the strongest!!"
The unified response of a hundred people almost seemed to shatter the darkness.
Judging from their imposing presence, this group must be quite formidable.
The middle-aged man nodded in satisfaction, a smile involuntarily creeping onto his lips.
tonight.
He wanted to leave the deepest impression on that extraordinary person he was meeting for the first time, the real big boss behind the Black Face Organization.
Amidst the roar of engines, a silver-white Airbus A280 slowly descended, taxiing for over 2,000 meters on the runway before coming to a stop.
The plane came to a stop, the cabin door opened, and the gangway was lowered.
Lin Dong's figure appeared on the gangway.
The short, stout man led two rows of dark-faced elites, running towards them.
Upon reaching the bottom of the gangway, everyone stood at attention once again.
"Gulesky, head of the Northern Bear Detachment of the Black Face Organization, reporting for duty to Boss Lin!"
"Welcome, Boss, to the Moscow base!"
The blond, blue-eyed man took the lead in shouting, his voice booming, and he was speaking fluent Mandarin.
"The Black-Faced Organization, Northern Bear is the strongest!!!"
Before the stunned Lin Dong could react, 100 people, each with a submachine gun, pressed against their left chest in perfect unison, their voices booming like thunder.
Lin Dong stared blankly at the 101 pairs of eager eyes below, somewhat bewildered.
what the hell?
When did the Black Face Organization come up with such a childish slogan?
Hey bro, aren't you guys supposed to be the most professional kidnappers and the most ruthless mercenaries?
Why pull this stunt?
Standing on the gangway, Boss Lin was quite bewildered in the night wind. After thinking for a moment, he couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle.
As the saying goes, if the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will be crooked too. With Lanso, this crazy leader, around, what kind of weirdos won't the Blackface organization have?
Lin Dong descended the gangway and approached the East Slavic man, sizing him up from head to toe:
"Your name is Guresky?"
"Yes, boss!"
Can I ask you two questions?
"Boss, may I ask?"
"First, do you have any Chinese ancestry? How come you speak fluent Mandarin?"
"Reporting to the boss, I am a purebred Northern Bear Chinese, and I learned my Mandarin from Kun Sheng."
"Kun Sheng? That Kun boss from northern Myanmar?"
“That’s right, boss, I studied with him for four and a half years.”
Lin Dong grinned broadly: "I didn't expect you to be Boss Kun's friend! How interesting, haha..."
"Second question, did you teach them the slogans they were chanting just now?"
"yes!"
"Then I'm curious, the Black Face Organization, Northern Bear is the strongest? You're quite arrogant, aren't you afraid of getting beaten up by the other Black Face bases?"
"Don't be afraid, because we are the strongest!"
"Oh? What makes you so strong?"
"Reporting to the boss, our strength lies in our combat power. In terms of combat power, we are not afraid of any regular army in the world."
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