"Ah, right!" Raj stopped his steps towards the outdoors and asked, "Arrange a residence for me, Will!"
"Of course, no problem, Master!" Will Wilson raised his hand and used the internal line to call his secretary in. "These days, my secretary, Ivanova, will accompany you. Please rest assured, this is a high-quality product I bought from the Seventh Special Agent City in Siberia when the Soviet Union disintegrated. When I bought her, she was just a little girl, and I have been raising her by my side ever since. She has never been enjoyed by anyone!"
"Ha, I like you, Will!" Raj smiled even more happily. "Your attitude towards handling things is very satisfactory to me!"
"Your wish is my command, Master!" A happy smile also appeared on the corner of Will's mouth. A pawn cultivated to be sent to a wealthy man to seek benefits for himself could receive praise from his master, which made him very happy.
"Then let's go, sweetheart!" Raj put his arm around Ivanova's A4 waist as she walked in and walked out of Will's office. In fact, Raj had given Ivanova a psychological suggestion before meeting Will, otherwise, she probably wouldn't even be able to enter Will's office. As for Ivanova being a spy for Will, Raj never even thought about it. Raj believed that there were indeed people who could get rid of his psychological suggestion, but there are no such people in the real world. There are only two or three in the world of X-Men.
Watching his master leave the building, Will began to operate on his computer. He wanted to give his master a big surprise. After all, if it was just him, his master's power would still be too small. One by one, advertising emails like junk mail were sent to tens of thousands of mailboxes in a seemingly irregular manner...
Will came to the bathroom again, looked at the face in the mirror that had become like a forty-year-old, and became more determined to gain his master's trust and get more rewards, and this time was the first time.
Raj followed Ivanova in Will's private car and went directly to a private airport in the suburbs of New York City. Of course, with Will's financial resources, he couldn't afford a private jet, but his high-quality customers did.
Taking the private jet arranged by Will, Raj went directly to Los Angeles and moved into the villa Will bought in Beverly Hills.
I have to say, this villa is very good, facing the mountains and the sea, with a size of fifteen acres, which is slightly larger than a standard football field.
Raj was not polite and directly treated this place as his own home. He took off his clothes and ran to the outdoor swimming pool in front of the villa to play.
"Boss, Will just called and said that he will hold a party here in three days to introduce you to some upper-class people!" Ivanova, wearing a bikini, walked to the pool with the phone and asked Raj's opinion.
"Ask him what he wants!" Raj said lazily, lying on his back on the water, "Don't do those fake things, just get to the point!"
"Okay, boss!" Ivanova nodded obediently, picked up the phone and started asking. After a while, she asked Raj again, "Will said that those people have an irreplaceable role in the boss's great cause, and he hopes that you can use your ability to bring them in!"
"Tell Will not to be too high-profile, I don't want to attract the attention of the American government!" Raj stretched and said, "The number of people cannot exceed ten, let him screen the candidates himself!"
"Okay, boss!" Ivanova continued to play the role of her mouthpiece.
"Okay, now that you've finished the call, come down quickly! Baby!" Raj raised his hand, indicating that he was waiting for someone to arrive.
"I'm coming!" Ivanova put the phone on the beach chair on the side of the swimming pool and made a beautiful diving action on the edge of the swimming pool, diving directly into the water like a dolphin.
"Hiss—, what a vixen! !" Raj only felt a small hand grab his swimming trunks, then gently released his partner, and then his partner entered a warm space.
The furious Raj grabbed the vixen in the water, pressed her directly on the edge of the pool, lifted his leg and disarmed Ivanova, aimed... entered, a trace of blood emerged from the pool, slowly diluted by the pool water, turning pink...
Immediately, a burst of blood-boiling sounds rang out...
More than an hour later, Ivanova began to beg for mercy, but Raj did not pity her and directly forced her to dedicate her back door... In the end, Ivanova was completely defeated.
Two hours later————————
Raj was lying on the beach chair by the pool, and Ivanova was curled up on Raj's body like a lazy kitten. Raj stroked her smooth hair while teasing her. "It seems that women of the fighting race are not good either!"
"Ouch!" Ivanova, like an angry kitten, bit Raj's shoulder lightly, and then charmingly stretched out her little snake tongue and gently licked the place she had just bitten...
"Don't play with fire! Woman!" Raj patted Ivanova's upturned buttocks lightly, warning her: "If you provoke a fight again, I will not accept surrender!"
"Don't, boss, I know I was wrong!" Ivanova rubbed her pink cheeks against Raj's face like a kitten, trying to please him: "I'll make you Russian food tonight, okay? Boss!"
"Russian cuisine? Is it beef stew with potatoes!" Raj suddenly remembered this joke and couldn't help but chuckle.
But obviously Ivanova didn't know the joke about beef stew with potatoes in China, but tried hard to defend her country: "We have a lot of delicacies there, such as caviar, borscht, oladi..."
"Okay, I'm kidding you!" Raj chuckled and patted her back, then said, "Can I look forward to Russian Night tonight?"
"Of course!" Ivanova stood up with a proud look, stopping her D+ bust and twisting her pretty little buttocks as she walked away gracefully.
"What a vixen!" Raj smiled, cut open a top-quality Havana cigar with a cigar cutter, and put it in his mouth. The cigar was brought by Ivanova. She said it was a treasure that a customer gave to Will, and Will had never been willing to smoke it. Now it's cheaper for him. "As expected of a top-quality product, fragrant and not too sweet..."
Watching the afterglow of the setting sun fall on the edge of the swimming pool, Raj couldn't help but sigh, leisurely time always passes quickly...
When the lights came on, Ivanova came to call Raj for dinner. The two had a hearty Russian meal together. I have to say, Ivanova's skills are not bad.
When Raj strangely asked why Ivanova left Russia when she was a child, but still knows how to cook Russian food now, Ivanova said with a sad expression: "When Will took me away from the spy city, I was already eight years old. I remember everything I learned there, and I also remember my hometown. But when I came to the United States, I couldn't go back. I was afraid that I would forget my hometown, so when I have nothing to do, I would make myself a hometown meal!"
"Don't be sad!" Raj patted Ivanova's shoulder gently and comforted her in a low voice: "I'll accompany you back to see when I have the chance!"
"Really? Boss, are you not lying to me?" Ivanova looked at Raj in surprise and said, "You know, it's super difficult to get a visa to Russia from the United States now!"
"We don't need a visa!" Raj said that if he wanted to, he wouldn't need a visa to go to any country. "You should understand my abilities, shouldn't you?"
"Um—I love you, boss!" Ivanova knows the magic of her boss deeply, and also knows that as long as she doesn't anger him, anything can be discussed. At the same time, she also has a psychological suggestion in her heart that she must not betray Raj, otherwise, how could Raj rest assured to show her his abilities?
"I don't like listening to slogans!" Raj said, blinking. "I only like to see action!"
"Dear, you are really a crazy beast, aren't you satisfied this afternoon?" Ivanova, with her eyebrows like silk, gently stroked Raj's chest with her fingertips...
"What do you say!" Raj picked up Ivanova and walked to the master bedroom on the second floor of the villa... another battle broke out...
Time passed day by day. During the day, Ivanova would take Raj to play around in Beverly Hills. From time to time, she could see some celebrities appearing, but compared to their performance on the big screen, Raj could only say that most of the celebrities in reality are really ugly after removing their makeup. At night, Raj enjoyed the Russian beauty...
Los Angeles International Airport, VIP Private Terminal—
Mark is an airport employee. His job is not to patrol back and forth in the hall, nor is it to arrange the take-off and landing of flights in the tower. Instead, he works for the rich in the VIP private terminal that has just been completed at Los Angeles Airport.
He likes his job very much. It's easy and he earns a lot of money. From time to time, there are some tips. But today, he is a little tired.
"Hi, Mark!" A voice he hated came from his headset. It was his boss. "A private 747 airliner is about to land on runway four. Please coordinate the ground crew as soon as possible and prepare to pick up the plane. This time, a big man from Dubai is coming!"
"Yes, yes, yes, I know, boss!" Mark replied weakly. He really couldn't understand why the usually deserted VIP private terminal was so crowded with big shots today. Today is not the Oscar awards ceremony, nor is it the premiere of some blockbuster movie. It's really weird. Today, seven private jets have already landed, including Boeing 747s, Gulfstream G550s, Bombardier CRJ-900s, and even French Dassault Falcon 8Xs. It's almost enough to hold a private jet expo...
While directing the ground crew around him to prepare for the pick-up, Mark sorted out his landing records...
A huge Boeing 747 aircraft slowly landed on runway four with airflow and then parked next to the private terminal.
Two extended Lincolns drove over. The people on the plane got off the plane and got directly into the Lincoln cars. As for the entry procedures, the attendants in the back would naturally handle them.
The two extended Lincolns slowly left Los Angeles International Airport under the protection of four off-road vehicles and headed straight for Beverly Hills.
Beverly Hills, Francis Manor. This manor belongs to a top wealthy man in the California Consortium. The building area alone is two hectares, and the entire manor is twelve hectares in size. At this time, the entire manor is brightly lit and people are coming and going, which looks very lively.
An inconspicuous private car was parked not far from the entrance of the manor. Two middle-aged men in casual clothes were sitting in the car, looking like office workers that can be seen everywhere in Los Angeles.
"Hi, buddy, I really didn't expect this financial broker to be so influential. Look, a lot of big shots have come tonight!" A middle-aged man looked at the convoy constantly driving into the manor with a small telescope and said to his partner.
"Be careful!" Another slightly fatter middle-aged man said, "I don't want to be complained about by those guys. You know, even our boss will not be able to handle their complaints.
"Who cares, we're just doing routine surveillance!" The thinner middle-aged man said, "Even if Will's file in our bureau is as tall as a grown man, there's still no way to deal with him!"
"What can we do?" The fatter middle-aged man complained: "He is a frequent visitor to the chairman of the Budget Committee. If you want to not get paid next year, you can go ahead and arrest him."