Black Hand Covers the Sky in Meiman

In the stretch limousine, Peter was leisurely sipping the wine in his glass. At this moment, the car door opened and Anthony and Gin sat in.

"Hahaha, Mr. Anthony looks happy, it seems things are going well," Peter said with a smile, passing a glass of red wine.

After taking the red wine and tasting it briefly, Anthony chuckled and said, "It's not bad, it went smoother than expected."

"Oh, then congratulations to Mr. Anthony," Peter raised the wine glass in his hand and came over.

Hearing the elegant meaning, Anthony clinked the wine glasses with the other party very wisely, then drank it all in one gulp and continued: "This time it went so smoothly thanks to the help of Mr. Peter. So, Mr. Peter, that door you mentioned I agree to the business. But as for the ratio, it doesn’t have to be 50-50 as Mr. Peter said, it’s eight for you and two for me, how about”

"Really, how can I be so embarrassed? After all, I am borrowing Mr. Anthony's venue and the relationship with New York City. Otherwise, let's go 50-50." A hint of joy flashed in Peter's eyes, and he wanted to refuse but returned the greeting.

"No need, this ratio is just fine. There is a broader prospect for cooperation between us. There is no need to dwell on these petty profits, isn't it, Mr. Peter?" Of course Anthony knew that what the other party just said was polite, don't look at what's in front of you Peter seems to be very bold, but in fact everyone in the circle knows that this man is a greedy crocodile. So Anthony was too lazy to argue with him over the shady money, so he just made a final decision.

"Okay, Mr. Anthony, I won't refuse," Peter personally filled Anthony's glass with wine and drank it first as a token of respect: "As Mr. Anthony said, there is a broader cooperation between us. prospect."

"By the way, Mr. Peter, I wonder if it has anything to do with the prison where Ivan Vanko is serving his sentence." Anthony chatted with Peter for a while, and then continued.

"Oh" Peter raised his eyebrows: "Mr. Anthony, do you want to"

"Yes, I want him to come out now," Anthony said lightly.

"It's not necessary," Peter said with some confusion: "You know, that guy's crime was not big, he was only imprisoned for three months. Even if we do nothing, he will finish his sentence in three months. Out of jail.”

"Three months is too long. For us, time is money, isn't it?"

At the entrance of Kolavavi Prison, a rebellious figure was sent out by a prison guard.

"Mr. Ivan Vanke?" Several men in black trench coats came forward and asked.

Ivan Vanke looked at the other people up and down, then narrowed his eyes and said: "Who are you?"

"Our boss wants to see you," the leader in black said.

"Your boss wants to see me interestingly and know that I was released from prison early and waiting outside on time. It seems that my early release this time is your boss's handiwork," Ivan Vanke said lightly.

"These are not things that we servants can understand, Mr. Vanke," the man in black led by the leader did not say anything. Instead, he continued to invite: "About this, Mr. Vanke can go there in person if he feels it is necessary. Ask our boss. Now please Mr. Vanke, please follow us, the car is on that side."

Ivan Vanke glanced at the people in front of him and found that the positions of the people in front of him seemed random, but in fact, the space around him was firmly blocked. Once he makes any changes, I'm afraid they will quickly clamp down on him from everywhere.

And even though they were covered by clothes, Ivan Vanke could still easily see the slight bulges at their waists. According to his experience, these bulges should be firearms.

People who can build high-tech equipment such as the Ark Reactor with simple equipment are definitely not stupid, so Ivan Vanke thought about it for a moment and knew that he had no choice now in this situation.

And it seems that the other party doesn't have any malicious intentions. Otherwise, with the other party's method of ending his sentence early, if he really wants to kill someone, he doesn't have to release himself at all. There are many ways to kill people in prison.

After thinking about this, Ivan Vanke nodded directly in agreement, and then, led by several people, he got into a black car and left Kolavavi Prison.

In the presidential suite of a high-end luxury hotel in Novosibirsk, Anthony was sipping a glass of red wine while admiring Novosibirsk at dusk through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and the voice of one of Anthony's men guarding the door came: "Boss, Mr. Ivan Vanko has arrived."

"Oh, really, please invite him in," Anthony turned around, put the red wine on the cabinet aside, and ordered lightly.

"Okay boss," the subordinate responded. After a moment, the door opened. Under the guidance of a subordinate, Ivan Vanke, who seemed to have washed himself and now had a toothpick in his mouth, walked in.

"Hello Mr. Ivan Vanko, my Antonin Stan, you can call me Antony," Antony greeted with a smile and stretched out a hand.

Ivan Vanke was so wary that he did not shake hands with Anthony. Instead, he looked at Anthony with a scrutinizing face and said: "You are what they call the boss."

Retracting his outstretched hand without leaving any trace, Anthony nodded and said, "Not bad."

After looking up and down the room and the people in it, Ivan Vanke sneered and said: "You must be a rich man who can afford to live in this kind of room. To be honest, I don't think I will be with someone like you." What's the deal? But since you spent a lot of money to get me out of prison, you must be asking for something, right? Mr. Anthony."

Seeing Ivan Vanke's attitude of rejecting others, Anthony smiled and then sat on the sofa behind him and said: "Interesting, as expected of Mr. Anton Vanke's son, he is so wary."

"My father said so. You have visited my father." Ivan Vanko said with a fierce look: "What did you do to my father?"

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Ivan Vanke, Mr. Anton is very good." Although Ivan Vanke's current attitude was quite rude, and even Gin beside him almost drew his gun, but Anthony didn't care. Because he saw his own shadow in the other person. Like himself, he valued his family so much.

So Anthony didn't hold back and directly told Ivan about the deal between himself and Anton Vanke. At the same time, he told the other party that in order to provide Anton Vanke with a better treatment environment, a flight had been arranged not long ago to send Anton Vanke back to Manhattan for treatment there.

"Everything you said is true. You just want to be an investor." Ivan Vanke said dubiously.

"Of course," Anthony smiled: "Otherwise, as you said, there shouldn't be any intersection between us. Isn't it?"

"I need to see my father before I can make a decision," Ivan Vanke was silent for a moment and said firmly.

"Yes, we can set off at any time."