Marvel’s Death Merchant

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The morning in Russia is cooler, but it will become cold and cold during the day or noon, but the locals are already used to this cold climate, and the temperature difference between day and night is relatively large.

Chris stood in front of the window of his room and looked at the less busy street. He was carrying a toothbrush and toothbrush to clean his teeth. The Louis Hotel is located on the outskirts, so there is no hustle and bustle of the city.

A slight earthquake struck the hotel last night. Fortunately, Jill woke up Alice in time, which also caused a lot of trouble for the hotel. The glass products in the house were basically spared. For this reason, Chris spent Wesker's money for his trip.

Jill sleeping is an occupational disease, and even if he is sleeping, be alert to potential dangers. She didn't cover the quilt, so she wrinkled her trousers unevenly. There was no way, so she took another one from the travel bag and put it on.

All of Chris's questions were given to Wesker. What kind of friends are they! ? Not yet come out to meet in person. But Wesker seemed to disappear, no e-mails were returned, and international calls were not answered. It's like letting us solve it ourselves, these are some very special features.

"Beep ... beep" Jill was a little overwhelmed by the sound of the call waiting.

"Hello? Excuse me? Hello? ..." A familiar voice came from the phone. Jill was no longer strong. He hung up the phone and cried, she might not have the courage to face herself. Barry, who has been sacrificed, has some grievances and feels complicated. But Alice was glad to hear Barry's voice.

"Okay, okay. It's okay." Alice patted Jill's shoulder, and they cried even harder. Alice immediately raised her hands, "Oh! Oh! Don't, don't, don't do this. I ... don't really comfort people, so it's not so good?" Alice said comfortingly as she looked at Gil's cry.

Yesterday Chris still didn't know the identity of the owner of the Louis Hotel. The boss only said that the person who booked the room had to inform them that a car would come to pick them up in the morning. Chris was relieved that he would finally see a living person.

But this morning was about to pass, but there was still no movement. Chris was sleeping again, and no one wanted to bother him, sobbing on the sofa in the living room. Several people stayed in the welcoming living room, waiting for the person to pick them up. Grain talked to the boss about gossip. Alice continued to look at the magazine that was taken off the plane. Claire and Gil talked about the trivial things they had together.

The roar of the car engine outside the hotel's door caught everyone's attention, and two large black off-road vehicles were parked outside the door. The suspension system of the car is as high as a four-legged monster. The door opened, and three men in neat black suits came out. They all looked like bodyguards, all with sunglasses. Two of them stood standing in front of the car, looking around. The other one is the most breezy one. The block is like a red tank, and it must be as powerful as a cow. It is walking towards the hotel.

Chris looked forward to the big man. Bald, like Barry's thick beard. There is a deep scar on the left face, and he can definitely win the National Wrestling Championship. He came to the counter to talk to the boss, Chris, "Mr. Charlie, we're here to pick you up." The tone was stiff and not friendly, and the Russian accent was heavy. After that, the stranger stretched out his right hand.

Chris's alias is Charlie. "Yes, hello." Chris shook hands with him. "You can call me Weaver and pack your bags. My car and I don't want to wait too long." Weaver asked the hotel owner to check out.

Everyone else was awoken, and saw the off-road vehicle outside the door and the brave man across the door already knew it. The luggage was carried in the trunk of two cars, and several people got into the off-road vehicle. Lyon and Chris sat in Weaver's car, the rest in another car.

The car was air-conditioned and looked cooler. "Where?" Chris asked Weaver sitting in the front seat. "Target location." Weaver responded harder without turning back. "Does Weske say that your friend is you?" Chris went on. "Don't ask too many questions, this is not what you should care about the most." Weaver dismissed the question. "Hello, do you have the right to let us know where we are going?"

Weaver didn't answer. Chris patted Lyon on the shoulder, meaning he didn't have to get through with him. Jill in the back car asked the same question, but the driver did not intend to answer her explicitly.

The atmosphere in the car was relatively depressing along the way, and no one spoke. The two cars were silent, after all, the driver was not friendly, and the highway sign across the window was 354 kilometers from the target.

Chris was woken up again while he was asleep, stretched and wondered how long the car had been driving. It was found that the car had been parked in a large clean warehouse, there was no trace of dust, and the light passing through the top window glass was relatively dim, and the car behind it also let in. Before he was fully awake, he was dragged out of the car by Chris. In front of him, more than a dozen bodyguards with live ammunition stood around the car.

At this time, a man and a woman came across, "Mr. Ladies, please cooperate with the security check." Weaver said to the crowd, it is clear that the man and woman came to search, and the men and women nodded towards Weaver. "Sir wants to see you, please come with me," Weaver said.

Follow Weaver through the passage on the side of the warehouse. There is no light in the passage so it is dim. Go down the stairs to the second floor ~ www.readwn.com ~ This warehouse is tidy and the iron stairs are spotless. There are still as many bodyguards on the second floor. Entering into the tiger's mouth, Chris did not know the origin of the group and was afraid to draw conclusions.

There is only one spacious corridor on the second floor, and every five or six steps there is a bodyguard with live ammunition. The paint on the hallway walls had peeled off, and the ceiling had also dropped lime, but it was still spotlessly polished. Looks like this warehouse is abandoned, and later it was simply renovated.

Weaver made a gesture of opening the door to the bodyguards on both sides of the wooden door. The bodyguard spoke a Russian word at the door, and a native language was heard in the door. The wooden door opened from the inside.

The door seemed to be an attendant in a suit and leather shoes. The room inside was large and spacious, and the sun shone through the gaps in the blinds that closed around it. There is a fan light on the roof. The light is not very bright. It illuminates the whole house and the floor is covered with fur carpet. There is a conference table in the center of the room. There is a person sitting on the back of the conference chair in the middle of the chair. There are guards with live ammunition beside him and they stare at the four.

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