chapter 81 I am a special soldier

Sitting in the Passat, the smile on Mikhail Tarasov's face never faded.

He thought it was so funny.

These two people must have calculated everything long ago.

There happened to be no cameras on that road, and Mikhail Tarasov's words of five hundred thousand made the two of them completely forget about everything else, not even taking photos to obtain evidence.

At this time, seeing the smile on Mikhail Tarasov face in the back seat, the co-pilot's bald head...