Chapter 88 An 225
After three glasses of wine, the atmosphere between the three of them was finally not as cold as before.
Carl even called the theater manager over again and generously gave him $10,000.
The manager misunderstood the request at first when asking the other party to perform again.
He saw that Carl was generous and that the guests he entertained were also men, so he thought that it was ten thousand dollars.
She wanted him to call up the girls who had just performed and have them perform the "art" up close in the box.
It was not until Carl's loud scolding that the bald man finally came to his senses.
Before leaving, he asked with a hint of unwillingness.
"Dear sir, are you sure you just want to watch the show? If you don't like the previous batch, we have other actors here."
Hearing this question, Cedric immediately looked at Karl, although he didn't quite understand what the manager said.
But judging from the other party's inquiries, he probably regarded Carl as a regular customer.
Karl's face darkened and he cursed in his heart, what does this mean, are you running a ballet troupe or a foot massage parlor.
Why change a batch?
Do I look like such a vulgar person? Carl, feeling insulted, pointed at the stage angrily.
"I just want to see the show, get out of here right now."
Hearing Carl's tough tone, the manager remained silent for a long time, and finally took only $100 from the pile of bills.
He respectfully handed the remaining money back to Karl, and the flattering expression he had before disappeared without a trace.
He said with his back straight.
"Welcome to the People's Dance Theater. Our performances are clearly priced and are designed to serve the general public."
"So please take back the extra money. Thank you for coming."
Then he turned around neatly and left the box, looking at the stack of banknotes that were placed back on the table.
Carl's expression was a little strange, Cedric was as confused as ever, and General Vasily kept shaking his head while smiling bitterly.
Soon as the music sounded again, the actors returned to the stage and the graceful dance was performed again.
The actors are still the same, and their movements are still as graceful and calm, even if it is reasonable to say so.
A long ballet performance consumes a lot of physical energy from the actors.
But this group of actors worked very hard, striving to show every movement to perfection.
The three audience members in the box on the second floor also showed enough respect and did not communicate at all.
They enjoyed the performance quietly and slowly, and when the curtain fell, the three of them gave warm applause.
The applause continued to echo in the empty theater, bringing this final performance to a perfect end.
General Vasily sat back in his seat, still with the smile on his face.
The look he gave Carl no longer had the previous vigilance.
He said it very happily.
"Thank you, stranger, now give me your price and I will sell you everything you want."
"But I have only one condition: the weapons I sell cannot be used to harm the people I once protected."
"This is my last request."
Hearing this, Karl nodded in agreement without any hesitation, and even said it half-jokingly.
"Dear General, you may not know my identity yet. I have always been the most wanted criminal in New York State in the United States."
"I don't work for them. Everything I buy from you will help you achieve the original purpose of the weapons being produced."
"They will become the force of resistance for those in despair in this world."
Karl's words made General Vasily stand there in a daze. He lowered his head and remained silent for a long time.
Finally, he looked up with a smile, stretched out his hand and said.
"make a deal!!"
"make a deal!!"
Carl also smiled and shook hands with the other party. At the same time, he took out the magical magic phone and simply pressed a button.
After whispering a few words, he handed the phone directly to General Vasily on the other side.
"Because the transaction between us is completely against international law, what I trade with you is not cash or gold."
"Now, send your people to the dock immediately. Someone will meet them. A whole ship will be docking soon."
"It is loaded with all kinds of food and supplementary foods, enough for you to get through this difficult time. Oh, and this, too."
As he spoke, Karl pulled out an unopened bottle of Red Star Vodka from under the table and handed it over with a smile.
"The source of Soviet power!!"
With the last fig leaf falling, the deal was successfully completed, and Cedric and Carl left first.
Only General Vasily was left alone to enjoy those sources of power.
Walk out of the magnificent art hall and come to the street late at night.
Cedric suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. His previous elegance and indifference seemed to have disappeared completely the moment he walked out of the door.
On the streets at night, you can see heavily made-up women, drunk old men, and people wearing tattered military uniforms lying casually in the corners of the streets.
Young people with nothing to do were constantly moving around the streets, and some of them walked directly towards the women.
Some gathered in groups of three or five, whispering something, and from time to time they looked at other people on the street with hateful eyes.
The entire street is filled with the ugliest qualities of human nature, undisguised lust and the laziness of escaping from reality.
The crowd was wandering around filled with hatred that arose out of nowhere, but Cedric felt as if he was walking on a sinking ship.
The people on the ship didn't think about how to save themselves, they just wanted to indulge themselves completely before the ship sank.
The two men turned several corners and walked into a dark alley, rejecting the advances of several women.
The two finally found a deserted place and stood face to face, looking into each other's eyes.
Carl looked around and made sure there was no one around. Then he checked the time and said anxiously.
"Hold me a little, we are going to the next place."
Hearing this, Cedric obediently stretched out his hands, but Karl directly slapped one of them away.
He stared at the other person angrily and spoke through gritted teeth.
"I told you to hold my shoulders. If you put your arms around my waist, I will turn you into a mouse and keep you here forever."
"Hurry up, there's no time you idiot."
After being scolded, Cedric reluctantly withdrew his right hand from Carl's waist.
Grabbing the other person's shoulders with both hands, Carl glared at the guy, then took out his wand and waved it lightly.
With two explosions in the air, the two men quickly teleported to an unknown military base.
The Red Army soldier on guard saw the two young men suddenly appear, and immediately picked up the AK 47 in his hand and questioned loudly.
"Who are you and why do you suddenly appear here?"
Facing the black muzzle of the gun, Carl was very calm.
He conjured up his ID out of thin air as if by magic and handed it to the other party along with a pack of Capiron cigarettes.
"We were sent by General Vasily to pick up the goods. Here are my credentials."
Hearing this, the Red Army soldier quickly started asking questions on the walkie-talkie, and after receiving a positive answer, he immediately put away his gun.
He put the cigarette into his pocket without leaving a trace, pointed to the largest hangar in the airport, and said with a smile on his face.
"The things you want have been loaded. You can take the plane away anytime now."
In response, Carl just nodded lightly, and walked quickly to the door of the hangar with Cedric beside him.
Looking at the huge hangar door in front of him, Cedric was a little confused.
"Shouldn't we take a boat? Can a plane hold all that stuff?"
Hearing this, Carl smiled and shook his head, walked alone to the center of the hangar door, and suddenly opened his arms.
With a dull mechanical sound, the hangar door slowly opened, and an extremely huge plane appeared behind him.
"Of course not an ordinary plane, but this is no ordinary plane. What you have before you is the pride of Soviet industry."
"The largest transport aircraft in the world, the An-225!!"
