Mercenary’s War Chapter 1631 - 1610: Worlds of Ice and Fire

Heartache, anger, fear, sorrow, joy, Poloneshenko’s heart was truly a mix of emotions at the mont.

Joyful because he beca president, sorrowful that on the day he was elected president, his ho was burglarized, fearful because sothing important inside was missing, which was really a deadly concern. As for anger, needless to say, anyone whose ho was completely robbed, especially on a joyful day, would definitely be extrely angry.

But Poloneshenko’s strongest feeling was heartache, deep heartache, because his years of collections were gone, stolen bare.

He barely made it through his speech, and Poloneshenko didn’t even have ti to lose his temper, sitting alone in a chair, feeling the heartache.

Soon, Poloneshenko’s bodyguard, also an old man who had followed him for years, walked up to him and said in a near despairing tone, "Sir, we retrieved the surveillance footage, there was an insider in the house, and besides, the thieves weren’t just Aricans, there were Russians too..."

Poloneshenko’s hand on his forehead trembled, and he looked up in disbelief, asking, "What did you say?"

"After searching the scene, they found so leftovers, there were bugs and pinhole caras in your study, and your bedroom too. It’s now basically confird that Anna is the insider, she’s from the KGB. But the biggest problem is that we found two separate groups entered the house. From the signs, one group was the Russians, and the other was Aricans, and they might have had a confrontation. Madam personally checked and confird all the safes were opened, the company’s docunts were looked at and then left intact, but definitely tampered with."

Poloneshenko shook his head, his voice trembling, "There were bugs in my house? And pinhole caras! Damn it! Damn it! So did the Russians take what’s in the safe, or did Hunter’s people take it? This is important!"

"Unfortunately, the current speculation is that the Russians took it. They seem to have used the theft as a cover for their real purpose, but after encountering Hunter’s people, they seed to change their plan. Actually, now we really can’t determine who exactly took the U-disk you’re talking about. Based on the scene, soone was covering up, soone wasn’t hiding at all, the scene was ssy, it’s almost impossible for us to determine who took it..."

Poloneshenko’s main feeling just now was heartache because that U-disk, although very important, was sothing he used as leverage for promises to be fulfilled later. To be precise, it was for self-protection. If the leverage was taken by the intended blackmail target, the consequences wouldn’t be too severe, because the secret was sothing the other party wouldn’t reveal, at most just embarrassing but not disastrous.

But if the Russians took the U-disk, Poloneshenko couldn’t even imagine the consequences that would follow. The leverage would no longer be his tool to blackmail others, but a bomb others could use to destroy him.

So previously, Poloneshenko’s heartache outweighed his fear. But now, knowing the U-disk was most likely taken by the Russians, he genuinely began to feel fear from the depths of his heart, rendering his painstakingly collected items unimportant.

Poloneshenko stood up, his voice trembling, "We must get it back!"

"I’m sorry, I have to say, it might already be too late. The lost items might still be retrieved, but the U-disk, they could have copied it, uploaded its contents to the internet, and sent it away, even discarding the U-disk would have no impact. As for the lost items, the police have set up many roadblocks, but have only sealed off nearby roads for now. Completely sealing off the city would take a long ti, and I think it would already be aningless."

Poloneshenko stood up, his face ashen, and said dejectedly, "I want to go ho and take a look."

"Sorry, sir, you need to give another televised address soon, you don’t have ti."

Poloneshenko sat back down on the chair, exhaled, and said with a face of despair, "Notify the police, there’s no need to set roadblocks anymore, it’s useless. Hunter got the item, and he ordered its destruction, so there’s no danger to . But if the Russians got it, the consequences would be unimaginable. Gather our people, hire professionals, and by any ans, get it back from the Russians."

"Yes, sir."

The bodyguard left, and Poloneshenko sat dazedly on the chair; his mind was in chaos. He initially thought Hunter’s n had stolen the items back. Although it was disadvantageous for their cooperation, by today, Hunter could only cooperate with him. If lost, it was lost. His more pressing thought was to retrieve the lost collectibles, but now the troubleso thing was that the U-disk was taken by the Russians, and it’s deadly because it’s now too late to do anything.

His supposedly foolproof security asures were shockingly breached with ease. Poloneshenko was so upset that he didn’t even know who to vent his anger on. To be precise, he was utterly dumbfounded.

While Poloneshenko was at a loss, Gao Yang and his team, with a joyful mood, interrogated the Aricans in an abandoned house in the suburbs. Of course, the interrogation was fake; the true intention was to fra them.

After injecting a waking agent and splashing water, those two Aricans finally woke up half an hour later, and they were still a bit dazed.

Watching the people lying on the ground still looking distracted, Gao Yang gave a heavy kick and then shouted fiercely in Russian, "Get up!"

With Gao Yang’s kick, the person must have broken at least two ribs, and that kick imdiately woke the person up thoroughly, extrely thoroughly.

Number Thirteen, sitting on the chair, waved at Gao Yang and then said coldly in English, "Who are you people, and what are you looking for?"

"We, we want to steal sothing valuable..."

Gao Yang rcilessly kicked the person again, and after the man scread, Number Thirteen slowly said, "We are not thieves, just as you are not thieves. Co on, are you CIA, or soone else entirely?"

The kicked person pondered for a mont and then said fearfully, "Are you KGB?"

Gao Yang stomped hard on the speaker’s leg and then said viciously, "We’re the ones asking the questions here!"

Number Thirteen waved his hand and coldly said, "Stop hitting him. Let him say what he knows. Even if he doesn’t, it doesn’t matter. Thanks to their help, we’ve already acquired what we needed. If he doesn’t talk, just bury him here. For dealing with CIA, it’s the best course of action."

"I’m not CIA, we are not CIA! We are just hired to steal sothing, we really are not CIA, for God’s sake, don’t make such hasty decisions, we truly are not CIA."

Gao Yang had his face covered with a black hood, wearing sunglasses, and gloves on his hands, making it impossible to express his ruthlessness and disdain with his facial expressions, so he could only scoff, "Not CIA, then who do you work for?"

"Hunter! Hunter Biden, he hired us to steal sothing. We don’t know what it is, maybe a USB, or a videotape, we don’t know, we’re just supposed to take the thing. My na is lvin, I’m just a thief. I specifically steal from the rich, I’m quite famous. I’m Harvey lvin, the well-known thief. He was sent by Hunter; he was sent to oversee stealing the thing. He, the one still fainted, is the mole Hunter brought in. That’s all I know, I’m really not CIA!"

Number Thirteen watched the person for a long ti, then nodded, "You’re indeed not CIA, and now, you should tell us what you know."

The other person was still filled with fear and didn’t look any better, trembling as he spoke, "We are indeed sent by Hunter. I’ve worked with Hunter for a long ti. We are here to steal sothing, Hunter and Poloneshenko have a partnership, but Poloneshenko secretly recorded their eting. We’re supposed to steal it back."

After speaking, the person swallowed and tremblingly said, "Poloneshenko is too talkative, saying all sorts of things. My boss was furious when he found out their eting was secretly recorded, so he sent us to retrieve it."

Gao Yang looked at Number Thirteen and said gruffly in Russian, "He should be telling the truth. What do we do with these three, just bury them?"

Number Thirteen didn’t speak, just nodded slightly. Harvey lvin didn’t react; he probably couldn’t understand Russian, but the Hunter’s person turned pale and scread, "No! Don’t kill !"

Gao Yang kicked forward, silencing the man instantly, then grabbed a person in each hand and said to Number Thirteen, "I’ll go get soone to bury them."

Number Thirteen suddenly extended his hand and said to Gao Yang, "No, wait, Hunter, we need to know more about this person."

Gao Yang whispered, "But we are only responsible for watching Poloneshenko. We don’t need to deal with Hunter’s issues. Let soone else handle it, bury the other two."

"No, stop! Don’t discuss your secrets in front of , please, release . What’s the point of killing ? Please, let go, I’m begging you begging you to let go."

Number Thirteen thought for a mont, then nodded and said softly, "I’ve changed my mind. I don’t plan to kill you now."

Gao Yang released his hand imdiately, allowing the two to fall to the ground. Then Number Thirteen smiled and said, "I won’t kill you. Go back and tell Hunter that Ukraine is no place for him. He’d better get back to Arica; this isn’t xico; this is Ukraine."

Gao Yang whispered, "Just let them go like that?"

Number Thirteen, looking relaxed, shook his head and said to Gao Yang, "Of course not. I intend to interrogate them thoroughly to ensure they’re telling the truth, not just what sounds right, and also let them realize that falling into the hands of the KGB, living is more painful than death. Now, I will personally interrogate them."

Gao Yang glanced at the man by his feet, grinned, and said, "Kid, you’re out of luck!" (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian) to recomnd it with votes. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian to read.)