Chapter 1639: discipline

On a tall building in Brussels, the strategist Marklovsky put down his phone. Some violently cursed, "This old ghost!"
"What's the matter?" The white gloves looked up at him.
"Sorry, I'm a bit gaffe, I don't do that often." Maklovsky took a deep breath, and he walked a few steps in the room, and whispered, "Aladdin is starting to take action, and he is very cruel. trick."
"You think it's a ruthless move, so it seems that he must make you very uncomfortable." The white glove shook his head.
"It didn't make me, he made the Grand Duke very uncomfortable." Maklovsky shook his head.
The white gloves looked down at the window, "Isn't this nonsense? Duke is uncomfortable, and all of us will be uncomfortable. What did he do?"
"It's the chemical weapons that the secret agency hid in Iraq. They were acquired by the Americans a few hours ago." Makovsky paced back and forth.
"What?" White Glove suddenly turned back, "You mean that batch of chemical weapons?"
"Yes." Makovsky said helplessly, "it is the batch of chemical weapons."
The White Gloves stayed for a while, "In that case, the Grand Duke would really lose his temper. But how can the Americans do it?"
"It must be the old ghost of Aladdin. He is bypassing me and demonstrating directly to the Grand Duke. He wants to tell the Grand Duke of the secret society through this incident, telling him how many secrets he has that can threaten the entire organization of the secret society. Come and put pressure on the Grand Duke and let the Grand Duke order me to release his daughter." Maklovsky paced back and forth.
"The old man's hand, none of us expected, it is really cruel. I don't know if the Grand Duke will blame us for it." White Glove White whispered.
"No." Maklovsky gritted his teeth.
"This is unlikely, based on my understanding of the Grand Duke. He may not let us continue." White Glove White sighed.
"If I said no, I won't, because I didn't tell the prince about it." Makovsky whispered.
White Glove said in surprise, "You didn't tell Grand Duke? Damn, are you crazy? Do you know what this means? It means you are hiding information from Grand Duke. If he learns from other sources, he will only be even more angry. I'm not going to carry this with you, it's entirely your self-righteousness."
"This is how you rewarded me? If it weren't for me, you would still be in the South American prison, with mice." Maqlovsky stared at the white glove.
"Yes, but then I will at least be alive." White Glove said coldly, "In such a long time, if I have learned one thing, it is not to hide anything from the Grand Duke. You will regret the kid."
"I just don't let the Grand Duke know about this for the time being, because we will solve it. If Aladdin can be removed, then the Grand Duke will only be happy." Makovsky shook his head.
White Glove looked at Maklovsky with a mocking expression, "I said, are you really a strategist? You can be the Duke's think tank?"
Maklovsky looked at the white glove and said, "You better pay attention to the tone of your speech! You are on my turf!"
"Whose site?" The door was pushed open, and two people walked in. The man walking in front didn't care about Makovsky and the white gloves at all, walked in and sat down. The woman who followed him was sitting beside him gracefully.
This man is Vasily, and the woman is Black Pearl Betty who is always with him.
"Grand Duke!" The white gloves got nervous for a while, and immediately stood up.
"It's been a long time, White." Vasily said calmly. "I heard someone say that some people think this is his site, right?"
The atmosphere in the living room was embarrassing, and the strategist Marklovsky was silent.
"Strategic, do you know what your role is?" Vasily looked at him and said, "Your duty is to help me come up with ideas, not make decisions for me. I think you know the difference between the two Right?"
Markowski remained silent.
"You rescued White without authorization. It is not a problem because he is still useful. But you arrested Aladdin's daughter without permission. This made this old ghost completely unscrupulous, because he was irritated. For this reason, we suffered a little loss. It was nothing at all, but you still wanted to hide it from me. Tell me, Maqlovsky, what should I do with you?" Vasily sat on the sofa, biting With a cigar.
"You are not the Grand Duke, you are just his puppet." Maqlovsky said coldly, "so you have no right to deal with me."
"Really? But it's a pity. As long as I live for one day, Vasily will be the Duke of the Secret Society." Vasily sneered, "Because I am absolutely loyal and irreplaceable. As for you, there is you!" He turned to the white glove. Indifferently, "You can change at any time. So you better not irritate me."
"I am also absolutely loyal to the Grand Duke." Maklovsky gritted his teeth.
"So you are still alive now." Vasily looked at him, "I am usually not a harsh person. I allow my subordinates to make mistakes, but I will never tolerate them deceiving me. The team needs discipline, and you, Marklovs Ji, you violated the most important discipline."
Maklovsky whispered, "Why does the Grand Duke want to send a message through you? Why does he refuse to see me in person?"
"No one can see the Grand Duke. You understand this. This is why I exist. For all of you, I am the Grand Duke of the secret society. Either serve me or disappear completely." Vasily said in a deep voice. He stretched out his hand slowly.
"Well, I was wrong. Grand Duke." Maqlovsky knelt in front of him and kissed his ring.
Vasily nodded in satisfaction, "Okay, stop talking nonsense. Makelovsky, you must be punished. Then we can talk about other issues."
The Black Pearl Betty, who was sitting next to him, had leaped up like a black cat and walked around behind Makorovs silently. A dagger was placed on Vasily's throat. The sharp edge of the dagger made Maklovsky's neck feel a chill, and a layer of goose bumps floated on his neck at the cold temperature.
But Black Pearl Betty moved the knife anyway, just as Maklovsky felt relieved. Black Pearl Betty grabbed his hand and cut out Maklovsky's little finger with a click with the scissors that had just cut Vasily's cigar.
"Uh!" Maqlovsky was shaking with pain, and the sweat on his head couldn't help dripping.