The Infinite Heavens Run Away

Chapter 43 1.43 Three Years of Escape
Chapter 1 I work as an agent for the American Empire
1.43 Three years, escape
April 2010, 4, Moscow, Zetlov headquarters building.

"Hello, viewers, this is TASS current affairs news. I am field reporter Shana Akensya. I am reporting back to you from the Zetlov headquarters building. The Zetlov CEO election will be held every five years soon. It is about to be held, and we are preparing to interview relevant personnel on site in order to obtain accurate first-hand information. Oh, just in time, the person coming is Zetlov’s security director, Mr. Ali Taseloff - Mr. Taseloff, what do you think? What do you think about this?" The reporter hurriedly rushed over, stretched out the microphone in his hand with all his strength under the obstruction of the bodyguard, and shouted to Ali anxiously.

"What kind of opinion do you need?" Ali found out that it was a reporter from Tass News Agency and motioned to the bodyguard to let her over.After other reporters tried to get closer but failed, they all gathered around and stared at the two people they were interviewing.

"Mr. Taseloff, what do you think of Mr. Smike's chances of winning this time?" The reporter didn't mean to beat around the bush.

"Of course it is 2000%. There is nothing to discuss. Under the leadership of Mr. Smike, Zetloff's market value has reached [-] billion US dollars. No one in the world is more suitable than him." Ali said without hesitation.

"But, Mr. Taseloff, according to public information, Nikolai Udynov's only daughter, Miss Alexandra Udynov, has announced her return to the country and also announced her participation in this election. Although in the past three years, There have been rumors that Miss Udinov is in the United States, but the confirmation of this news will still bring huge variables. What do you think?" The reporter asked the question that everyone wanted to know without politeness.

"Mr. Esmak is Mr. Udinov's best friend and partner. The two collaborated back then," Ali began to speak in a bureaucratic tone.

"But he is not Mr. Udinov's daughter." The reporter simply interrupted the official language, "For five years, Mr. Udinov has not shown up. It is rumored that Mrs. Udinov is acting on his behalf, but Udinov There is very little information about the lady, and all of them are private rumors. Recently, there are rumors that Mr. Udinov has passed away. Mr. Smike just used his friendship with Mrs. Udinov to control Zetlov. May I ask you Is there anything that needs to be explained?" The reporter's question was extremely sharp.

"Um - I'm sorry I'm going to be late soon. Thank you for the interview." After Ali said this, he immediately motioned for the bodyguard to clear the way.

"Mr. Taseloff, you haven't answered the question I just asked." The reporter was pushed away. "Well, it seems that Mr. Tascherov is unwilling to answer my question. It doesn't matter. There are other people - here it is, Mr. Andrei Kosygin, the independent director. Mr. Kosygin, please give me your thoughts on this election. What do you think, I mean, what do you think of Mr. Smike?”

"You will no longer pay attention to this name soon." Kosygin replied unceremoniously.

"Um, you mean, Mr. Smike will fail? So, why?" The reporter was directly confused by this answer.

"Now that the Udinov family is back, it's natural that nothing will happen to him." Kosygin didn't mean to hide anything.

"But, as far as I know, Mr. Smike belongs to Mr. Udinov."

"Friends, subordinates, partners, right? Forget these nonsense, Zetlov belongs to the Udinov family, and Sergei Smike is just a high-level wage earner. He doesn't have any shares in his hands, not even me. Worse than anything else." Kosygin interrupted the reporter directly.

"Well, Mr. Kosygin, even if you are right, as far as I know, Miss Udinov is only 20 years old. Do you think she is qualified to serve as the president of a super corporate empire with a market value of US$2000 billion?" The reporter didn't give up yet.

"Oh, really? Your necklace seems good. Can you tell me its brand?" Andrei Kosygin's son Ivan Kosygin suddenly intervened.

"Um, Medicatiya jewelry, what does this have to do with it?" The reporter was puzzled.

"It seems like your other jewelry too?" Ivan continued to ask with a smile.

"Well, of course, but you haven't answered my question yet. Does this have anything to do with Miss Udinov?" The reporter was a little annoyed.

"Relationship? You only know how to buy jewelry, but you have never cared about who is the boss of Katya Jewelry?" Ivan looked at her with a funny face.

"The whole world knows that Ms. Alex Johnson is now a billionaire with a market value of more than 10 billion." The reporter looked envious, "But this is different from the question I just asked."

"The name you mentioned is the pseudonym used by Miss Alexandra Udinov in the United States. Do you have any questions now?"

"Ah..." The reporter was so choked that he almost lost his breath, "Sir, you have to be responsible for saying something like this, you need to know"

"Miss Udinov will be here in a moment. Why don't you look for your photo inventory and see if there is any difference between the two of them." Ivan was too lazy to talk nonsense with him and just followed old Kosygin to leave.

"Sir, sir, even if what you say is true, it does not prove Miss Udinov's ability. The whole world knows that the Miss Alex you are talking about has a husband who is a billionaire. Maybe she is just Where is the vase that my husband placed in front of the stage?" Another reporter was obviously wearing colored glasses when speaking.

"Who are you?" Ivan stopped and looked at this god who was not afraid of death with some curiosity.

"I am a reporter from the Kyiv Current Affairs Tribune, and we are a cooperative unit of the New York Daily News." The reporter's tone was obviously proud.

"Then have you noticed an interesting phenomenon? When you ask this question, your surroundings suddenly seem empty." Ivan looked at him with a smile.

"Huh?" Mr. *Not Afraid of Death* subconsciously turned his head to scan, and found that the crowded interview scene just now was relaxed, and the closest colleagues were all two meters away. "I'm a reporter, and we have freedom of the press." Mr. Fearless, aware of the problem, continued to yell.

"That's right, that's right - do you have any questions?" Ivan didn't say much, smiled and patted the Kiev reporter on the shoulder, but turned to look at the others.

"You haven't answered my question yet." Mr. Not Afraid of Death continued to commit suicide.

"Take this gentleman to rest." Ivan waved to the bodyguard next to him, and soon two Slavic men over 2 meters tall grabbed him and dragged him out with a grin.

"I'm a reporter. I have freedom of the press. You can't. Ugh!" But a bodyguard couldn't stand it anymore and took out a roll of toilet paper and stuffed it into his mouth.

It is very rare that the surrounding reporters seem to have forgotten to interview, and also forgot to take pictures.

After everything calmed down, it was the TASS reporter who finally took the lead, "Sir, although there is no public information about Miss Alex's husband, there are private rumors that he is of Chinese descent. Can you confirm it?"

"That's no problem. Mr. Jonathan Deng grew up with Miss Alex. They have a very good relationship. The company was founded by Mr. Deng, but it has always been Miss Alex in management and external relations. I believe you have already understood this. Got it." Ivan asked the service staff to take old Kosygin into the venue, and he continued to be interviewed. "So, can I know the name of the company?" the TASS reporter continued to ask.

"Your mobile phone is not bad, is it the latest model?" Ivan suddenly pointed to the mobile phone used as a recording pen in the reporter's hand in a bewildering manner.

"Of course, this is the latest Red Arrow 3 flagship aircraft." The reporter suddenly stopped, with an unbelievable look on his face, "Sir, what do you mean?"

"Oh, no, I didn't say anything - everyone. If there are no other questions, I'm going to be late." Ivan smiled and turned away.

"All the original interview plans were abolished. All the records before the interview just now were transferred to the archives. After that, all the interview plans revolved around Ms. Alex." The TASS reporter was stunned for a while, and suddenly turned back to the photographer and logistics the officer yelled.

"Hey, Shana, what are you doing?" A fellow reporter who looked very familiar looked at the TASS reporter strangely.

"If you believe that I am a friend, then follow this. Sergei Smike will not have any chance again." Shana pulled her friend aside and persuaded in a low voice, "Listen, Misha, I only tell you one thing. , Believe it or not, the boss of Red Arrow Electronics is the husband of Miss Alex, so I don’t need to say anything else, right?”

"What?" Misha shouted directly, but found that Shana had already left.He stopped talking and hurriedly made adjustments to the logistics arrangements.

At the same time, Zetlov's headquarters, the president's office.

Ali Taserov stood quietly at the door, listening to the sounds of banging things and roaring in the office. He waited for a long time until it finally became quiet inside. He didn't knock on the door again and opened the door directly to enter the office.

"Ali, I need your remedy." Sergey Smyk blushed and panted like a mad bull.

"I don't know." Ali loosened his tie angrily, and without even caring about politeness, he just sat on the sofa, picked up the cup that had been sitting on the coffee table next to him for an unknown amount of time, and drank it in one gulp. "Boss, although it's very rude, I have to say, we're done."

"No, not yet!" Sergei Smike slammed his hands across the desk, and the last desk with anything in the entire office was also clean. "As long as we find a chance to kill that bitch now."

"No chance!" Ali suddenly stood up and roared, "Three years, I didn't expect that bitch hasn't been to Europe in three years. She doesn't need Paris cosmetics, Milan fashion, or the beaches of the Aegean Sea, no She needs Greek history, English castles, Italian food, and even her father’s connections. She just stayed in the United States. I only went to China, Japan and South Korea a few times. In the past three years, I have been in the United States. , Japan and South Korea carried out 17 attacks. Each time the plan was repeatedly checked and trained repeatedly, but not once did the bitch get injured. For this reason, I lost almost all the excellent gunners I could mobilize, but I only survived once. One person came back. He told me that they successfully broke through the outer defenses and approached two targets. Then the bitch killed five of the six people with his own hands. Only he escaped because of his legs, and even the bitch The man who smashed the gun only fired three shots, just for cover and suppression. The last time, I directly organized almost all the manpower we could mobilize in the United States, a total of 19 people, including 11 automatic rifles and two rocket launchers, and then I Three times the pension was paid to everyone in advance and they were asked to launch a suicide attack, but it still failed. They couldn't even hold on until the arrival of the US imperial police. After the police arrived, all they could do was collect the corpses. If not The information monitored by the observers I arranged in advance, I don’t even know how they died. Mr. Smike, how do you want me to continue, ah?"

"Assemble enough manpower"

"There are no more manpower!" Ali grabbed his hair and sat on the sofa in pain. "Boss, except for a few core manpower, I have lost control of Gogol."

"Then what's the point of keeping you?" Smike pulled out a gun and pointed it at Ali's head, growling angrily.

"Whatever you want, just shoot. Anyway, it's just a few days early. I'll be waiting for you in hell." Ali looked at Smike indifferently.

Smike slowly put down his gun and slid weakly onto the president's chair.

"The whole Zetlov knows that I am yours, but now the whole of Russia knows that the bitch is back and you are just a senior professional manager. Now all the Gogol members have turned to Ivan Ko Xijin, the reason why my core personnel did not betray is because they do not belong to Gogol in the first place, but are our personal bodyguards, and I have paid enough. Boss, although it is very rude, but I don’t think so. How can I make a comeback? Even if I mobilize all my manpower, I can't even guarantee that I can break through the perimeter defense line, because Ivan has organized all the senior gunmen to surround that bitch hotel." Ali gave his final explanation feebly, "Boss , if you still have money, then take the opportunity to leave Russia as soon as possible, otherwise you will not survive more than a month, and that bitch will not let you go."

"Oh?" Smike showed an interested expression, "What about you? Don't tell me that you are severing your wife for me."

"Of course not." Ali didn't mean to hide it. "I just obeyed your order, and I can explain it at least. As long as you don't die, I still have the value of living."

"Indeed," Smike suddenly raised his gun again, "So, if I kill you now, do I not have to worry about being hunted down in the future?"

"Boss, I have been the one who has controlled Gogol all these years, and you, most of them have never even met." Ali's tone returned to calm, "If you want to run out of Russia now, you'd better find someone A reliable escape route, like the laundry detergent line in my hand.”

"You actually sell washing powder?" Smike showed an unbelievable look.

"And Kalashnikov, boss." Ali's tone remained calm, "You can use that stupid woman's money, but I don't have it. If you want to make your subordinates loyal, it's absolutely impossible to rely on basic salary alone. You need additional bonuses. And necessary rewards, and these all require money, a lot of money, which is far beyond what you can give me. I can only find some new ways to make money myself. For the vast majority of Slavs, their If your brain is not strong enough to support activities that are too complex or too delicate, it is best to use a gun to solve them. The helicopter in Udinov's mansion has been prepared for you and will fly directly to a small airport in a city under Moscow. The Gulfstream is already ready there. As for where to go, you can just tell the pilot yourself."

"What if I don't agree?"

"You must have escaped."

"Ali, I have always underestimated you." Smike looked deeply at the former subordinate in front of him.

"Have a nice trip, boss." Ali seemed not to hear what he said.

Smike lowered his head and took out a suitcase from under the desk, turned and left the office.

Ali looked at Smike's back and calmly picked up the phone, "Timur, have the boss's flights been arranged?"

"Don't worry, the pilot will parachute as soon as the plane leaves the country."

Ali Taselov calmly put away his cell phone.

(End of this chapter)