Late at night in Siberia, it is the morning in Las Vegas, USA, and the bright spring light in March shines on the room, making people feel extremely comfortable.
But several people who were watching a video in the room had a chill and ridiculous thought in their hearts, and Rudolph, who was sitting in the middle of the sofa, was even more angry and turned blue.
"Shit, what's going on?"
Seeing "himself" standing in the middle of the room full of dead people raising his head and smiling at the camera, Rudolph couldn't help but feel a burst of creeps, and goosebumps all over his body rose, because the man's face was too similar to his own.
Slamming the remote control in his hand on the TV screen, Rudolph swept everything on the coffee table in front of him to the ground and roared loudly: "Who is this, who did it? What does he want to do?"
Although Rudolf had already shown evidence that he was not in Russia to the Interpol who came to investigate two hours ago, everyone in the room was a witness.
But in addition to his anger, Rudolph felt more of a deep fear, he was afraid that one day, this person would stand in front of him.
"Oh, Rudolph, you have let me down so much, this is not what a gentleman should do!"
Just as Rudolph was furious, the door to the room was pushed open from the outside, and a middle-sized white man in a straight suit and holding a civilization stick walked in.
This man was about thirty-seven or eighteen years old, with a very handsome appearance and deep eyes, but the skin on his face looked slightly pale, giving people a sick feeling.
It's just that as soon as the white man entered the room, Rudolph, who was sitting on the sofa panting, bounced up like a cat with his tail stepped on, and said with a panicked face: "Sir Dracula, I lost my temper!"
"Dear Rudolph, why is your memory so bad?"
The white man drew a circle in the air with the civilization stick in his hand, and said dissatisfiedly: "Call me Duke Dracula, haven't I already reminded you? I don't want to have another time!"
"Yes, yes, Mr. Duke, there will definitely be no next time!"
Rudolph suddenly remembered this person's taboo, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, the picture in the video just now was certainly weird, but it was far less than the pressure brought to him by the person in front of him.
Rudolph once saw with his own eyes that one of his subordinates was crushed alive by this person with the civilized stick because he made a mistake in the title of a middle-aged man twice.
If there are British people here, it must feel strange, because generally only the closest relatives of the royal family (such as the brother of the King of England, the husband of the King of England, etc.) can be awarded the title of Duke.
The middle-aged man in front of him had never appeared in any public eye, but the style of a British aristocrat was definitely something that ordinary people could not learn.
"Rudolph, what happened that made you so panicked?"
Duke Dracula walked to the sofa, dodged the garbage on the ground with some disgust, closed the curtains, sat on the sofa, and said, "Damn sunshine, Rudolph, are you very unwelcome to my arrival?"
"No, I don't dare, Your Excellency, I'm in some trouble, you guys...... Get out of here!"
Rudolph was frightened by Dracula's words and waved his hand again and again, and after driving several of his men out of the room, he pointed to the TV screen and said: "I don't know who pretended to be me and killed more than 200 people in Russia!"
"More than two hundred people? What a waste!"
After hearing Rudolph's words, Dracula couldn't help but lick his lips, but when he saw the picture on the screen, he was also stunned for a moment, glanced sideways at Rudolph, and said, "Rudolph, are you sure you don't have a brother?"
"Your Excellency, my father died less than two months after giving birth to me, so it is impossible for him to leave me a brother."
Rudolph suddenly hesitated and said, "But my mother can't say, you know, she is a person who loves life very much, but even so, she can't look like me, right?"
Facing Dracula, Rudolph didn't dare to hide it in the slightest, and even his mother's private life was shaken out.
Don't look at him outside, but Rudolph knows in his heart that all his wealth, even his own life, belongs to the man in front of him, and the other party can make himself disappear into this world with a snap of his fingers.
"Well, in terms of blood relationship, only your father can leave this gene."
After hearing Rudolph's words, Duke Dracula nodded and took a closer look at Rudolph, his facial muscles suddenly trembled.
After more than ten seconds, the originally handsome and slightly delicate face gave birth to horizontal flesh, and it actually became six or seven points similar to Rudolph in front of him.
If placed in the blurred camera lens, Dracula is estimated to be about the same as Rudolph's image on the TV screen, and it is difficult to find that these are two completely different people without magnifying and comparing them.
"This ...... this?"
Looking at Dracula in front of him, Rudolph felt a chill in his heart, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop a few points suddenly, making Rudolph's teeth tremble from the cold.
Taking a deep breath, Rudolph plucked up the courage and asked, "Your Excellency, is it difficult...... Is this person the same as you?"
Rudolph knew that his so-called power was not worth mentioning in front of this person at all, Dracula came from a family with a long heritage, and controlled the dark forces of the entire Americas and Europe with one hand.
"No, although he is not interested in this dirty blood either, he is not like us......"
Dracula shook his head, stared at the screen on the video, and said slowly: "Changing facial muscles, many people can do it, especially in China!"
Rudolph let out a moan, scratched his hair with both hands, and said distressedly: "China? God, how could I have thought of being involved in this?"
"Don't be before God, or I'll send you to him!" Dracula's eyes flashed with a hint of red, and the civilization stick slammed Rudolph's shoulder heavily.
"I'm sorry, Your Excellency, I made a mistake!"
Ignoring the severe pain coming from his shoulder, Rudolph slapped himself hard, and in front of Dracula, he was really afraid that he would not die fast enough.
"Tell me, what kind of trouble will this person bring you, is he in Europe?"
Dracula glanced at Rudolph coldly, picked up the red wine on the table and poured himself a glass, holding it in his hand and playing with it.
"Your Excellency, I don't know who he is, but it should be related to Turkish business."
Rudolph said tremblingly: "This person must be in Siberia now, he is taking revenge on us for hurting the Chinese some time ago."
In fact, compared to the gambling city in Las Vegas, Turkey's business is really nothing, but he couldn't swallow that breath, so he joined forces with Froz to deal with Hongmen.
But Rudolph never expected that he would lead to a character like Dracula, and the fear he had developed over the years in the face of Dracula made Rudolph regret his actions.
"Chinese ......"
Dracula had a hint of memory on his face, and after a while, he shook his head and said, "I'll let Kurt go to Siberia, those people back then shouldn't come out."
Dracula has 20 castles in the world with a history of more than 300 years, and the annual repair cost is as high as hundreds of millions of dollars.
So he had to have a spokesperson to help him earn enough money, and Rudolph could barely be counted as one, so Dracula didn't want to see anything wrong with him.
"Kurt, come in!" With Dracula's shout, a skinny old man wearing a black butler's costume appeared in the room ghostly.
Pointing to the screen on the TV screen, Dracula said: "Go to Siberia and see what happened there, if you are lucky enough, you may be able to evolve into a marquis!"
"Yes, master!" Kurt's face showed a hint of surprise, but he covered it up well and quietly retreated from the room.
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Not far from the entrance of the more than 200-kilometer-long mountain near the Sakha border, there is a row of buildings resembling military camps.
But at this time, around this large building, there were soldiers armed with live ammunition, and there were even four armored vehicles facing several exits of the building in different directions.
"Froze, what happened, why is this place surrounded by troops?"
In the monitoring room in the barracks, there were four or five gloomy-looking people, one of whom was an old Japanese man with a Ren Danhu, questioning the British gentleman Froze.
Froz stared at the monitor with a gloomy face and said: "Mr. Saki Ito, don't panic, I think the Kremlin just wants a step down, just hand over the Chinese!"
"No, you can't hand it over to them, that will only confirm our kidnapping and kidnapping charges!"
The Japanese shook their heads again and again and said: "If we kill that Chinese now, there will be no evidence of death, even the Russian side will have nothing to do with us!"
After hearing the Japanese's words, Froze showed a mocking look in his eyes and said: "Mr. Ito, are you a little overestimated in confronting the government?"
In Froze's opinion, this old man must have a broken brain, because as long as Dong Dazhuang is handed over and a considerable amount of US dollars is paid to the general outside, they can leave here safely.
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