Chapter 221 The Last Job and Purchase Time

July 7, Moscow.

"These and these, pack all the drawings together and put them all in the container for me."

"As well as these important research resources, their integrity must be checked. If they are lost, you should be able to guess what the consequences will be."

Carl pointed at the blue drawing of the room and gave orders in a high-handed manner.

Following behind him was Cedric, who was now wearing a Russian internal affairs uniform, with his right hand on his pistol holster.

He scanned everyone present with the most stern gaze possible.

A group of scientific researchers in white coats were busy as ordinary porters.

From time to time, he looked at the blond boy standing at the door with fear. Early this morning, the other party brought the "Cheka" of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

He came to the research institute and asked all the staff to investigate the private sale of national defense information.

All the drawings and materials about large ships and the use of gas turbines on ships that can be found are sorted and packaged.

At first, the director of the institute wanted to retort, but was shot through the knee by this guy.

Now he was lying there groaning in pain, and his ruthless shooting skills made everyone present recall it again.

After that shot, no one in that organization, which had just been disbanded, raised a single word of objection.

Everyone was busy collecting information, hoping that there would not be any gaps in the information.

And looked nervously at the blond boy with beautiful blue eyes, even though he was not wearing the uniform of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

But everyone present always thought that the other party was more like a golden lion that was about to get angry.

As for the policeman from the Ministry of Internal Affairs next to him, he was more like a groundhog who suddenly dug out of a hole and looked at the sky with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Is it really okay for us to do this?" He looked at the laboratory director who was still lying on the side, holding his right knee and groaning in pain.

Cedric asked, whispering to Carl using magic.

"Didn't you buy this dress I'm wearing at the black market yesterday? We were drinking with General Vasily the day before yesterday."

"Why did you bring me here today to collect these drawings and information? Once any of them makes a phone call."

"Then we'll be completely exposed."

"Shut your stinky mouth, you big pumpkin-headed fool!" Carl scolded loudly using the same magical voice transmission.

"I will do things that I am not sure of. They will not have anyone to call the internal phone number to verify it."

"The reason is very simple, because the guy who was lying on the ground yesterday was holding a set of top-secret missile blueprints and materials."

"They go to the black market and if they make a phone call, they will die in the alleys of Moscow tomorrow."

"How did you know?" Cedric asked in confusion.

Karl turned his head slightly, looked at the other person as if he was a fool, and asked back with disdain.

"Are you really stupid or just pretending to be stupid? When I went to buy this suit for you yesterday, the black boss's previous customer was you."

"Isn't it him? The set of top-secret missile blueprints and information is right next to your suit."

Hearing this, Cedric was completely shocked, and at the same time a little unconvinced, he looked at Karl’s profile and muttered softly.

"How can you blame me for not paying attention? It's because you insisted on drinking with those Chinese people."

"You got drunk three times in five days. If I hadn't helped you back to your room, you would still be in the open space in the shipyard."

"How about counting the stars in the sky?"

"What are you complaining about again." Carl turned his head again to look at Cedric who was complaining in a low voice, and sighed helplessly.

"Shut up, today is the last day, finish the work quickly and we can go back to England."

"I'll allow you to eat as much as you want during lunch. Now make your look more threatening."

"Your look right now doesn't look like that of a police officer from the Ministry of Internal Affairs. It looks more like someone whose cake has been stolen."

"A kid having a tantrum."

"You are a child, a willful and arrogant child."

Cedric complained quietly, then tried to make his eyes look more fierce.

But no matter how hard he tried, it always seemed a little off, like taking a cute brown teddy bear and then giving it the most ferocious look.

Outsiders will just think it's cute.

Fortunately, the researchers in the room were in no mood to care about those two killers.

The whole room was filled with the director's wails, even though the bullet only pierced his knee and did not damage his major blood vessels.

However, the blood flowing from the wound still made the smell of blood spread.

The researchers nervously put everything together, and finally a female staff member handed a compiled catalog to Carl with trembling hands.

"Sir, all the information catalogs are here. There is nothing missing. I hope you can take a closer look."

"We will never betray our motherland, please rest assured."

Carl glanced at the catalog in his hand, then at the female staff member, who was obviously suffering from long-term malnutrition.

The brown-red hair was already split, and the young and beautiful skin also looked a little dry.

So Carl put the catalog directly into his ring in front of everyone, then took out his wand and waved it lightly.

The information that had been packed and organized with nylon ropes flew automatically into the handbag in Cedric's left hand like snowflakes.

This magical scene left everyone present stunned.

While everyone's attention was drawn, Carl took out his wand, aimed it at everyone and whispered.

"Stupefy fainted!"

A silver light instantly enveloped the entire room. When the light faded away, only the researchers sleeping soundly were left on the floor.

And a set of Internal Affairs Ministry uniform thrown casually on the ground.

The two young men appeared in a Georgian restaurant next to the Kremlin without anyone noticing.

As soon as the two sat down, the waiter immediately brought the prepared Georgian food to them.

The fragrant Georgian barbecue, paired with the unique walnut sauce, is mouth-watering just by looking at it.

But Cedric, who was sitting next to him, showed no intention of eating until the waiter left.

Carl on the side looked at him and smiled helplessly.

"What's wrong? Do you think we did something bad again?"

"No!" Cedric shook his head seriously, then remained silent for a while before speaking again.

"I just counted your income in the past month and made a comparison."

"My income?" Karl smiled doubtfully. "What's wrong with my income? Although I don't make much, it shouldn't be a big problem to support you."

"This has nothing to do with me." Cedric said seriously, and then took out a familiar cashier's check from the First Savings Bank of the Wizarding World from his coat pocket.

He handed it to Karl and said seriously.

"I want to buy half a day of your time!!"