Goodbye, Grand Duke of Bellstoka!

This great duke who ruled Russia for more than 20 years finally put an end to his political career. Maybe he was not convinced, maybe he was still thinking about coming back, but no one here welcomed him.

When we came to the streets of Moscow, we could see cheering crowds everywhere, celebrating the fall of the Grand Duke of Beerstoka and the hard-won victory.

Gregory kept cursing these guys in his heart. If he had the chance to come back, he swore that he would kill all those who opposed him.

However, Gregory, who was huddled in the armored vehicle, had no courage to come out anyway.

The armored vehicle suddenly stopped. Gregory didn't know what was going on. The colonel signaled Gregory and his confidant Andreas, Similov, to leave the armored vehicle together.

"This - this place has not left Moscow..." Looking at the dark surroundings, Gregory became a little scared.

"If we go there, we will not be our defense zone." The colonel said coldly.

"But General Tangronif promised us..."

Andreas wanted to argue something, but was interrupted by the colonel: "The general only ordered us to send you here. I will not joke about the lives of my soldiers. Below I will give you a map of leaving Moscow. Although it is more dangerous than our own escort, the success factor for leaving Moscow is still very large..."

Grigoli, who was used to being high, was furious and was about to get angry, but Andreas quietly pulled him. Only then did he realize that he was no longer the Grand Duke of Berstoka.

And the colonel standing opposite him had a gun. Some people were not able to compete with him now.

Similov was also trying his best to suppress his anger: "Okay, we will leave ourselves, so please give us the map."

The colonel did not take out the map immediately, but rolled his eyes: "This map is very valuable..."

Several people understood it immediately, and Gregory could no longer bear it: "Can't we leave if we don't have a map?"

Andreas quickly pulled him aside: "His Grand Duke, I hope you can calm down. We don't know what the situation is like in Moscow now. There are dangers everywhere. If you are not careful, we will fall into the hands of those mobs, and that map will be very useful to us."

Gregory looked at Similov and found that his guard captain nodded to him... He gritted his teeth and took out a few bills from his pocket. He asked Andreas to send them to the colonel... But not many times, Andreas came back with the bills...

"This little money is not enough..." Andreas smiled bitterly: "The colonel said that this map is worth ten thousand dollars, not something you can get with a few small money to pay beggars."

"What? Ten thousand dollars?" Gregory cried out in dismay: "Is he crazy? And where do I have ten thousand dollars now?"

Gregory did not lie at this point.

All his assets were lost, and the last little money to help him is no longer there. At this moment, he really can't afford ten thousand dollars...

"His Grand Duke, I'm afraid we must do this..." Shimilov's eyes were filled with worries: "If we delay the appointment here, the danger will become greater..."

Grigori kept muttering something in his angry mouth... But who else could he get angry with?

He touched his whole body. He could not find ten thousand dollars in any case, and Andreas and Similov were walking in a hurry. He could not bring out anything valuable at all.

"His Grand Duke, we have less time..." Similov urged again.

Finally, Grigori stamped his feet, and his hand reached into his underwear, took out a small pocket from it, and handed it to Andreas with great pain: "Take it, take it, this is my last thing... vampires, vampires, they are all shameless and greedy vampires..."

Andreas opened his small pocket, filled with items such as gold rings, gold necklaces, etc.... He sighed, and then walked back to the colonel with this pocket...

When he came back for the second time, he finally brought back the map Gregory had always dreamed of...

"Good luck, Mr. Gregory." At this time, the colonel returned to his armored vehicle and poked half of his body in the command tower: "I believe there will be good luck waiting for you in front."

Then, the armored vehicle left here arrogantly...

This damn lawless guy, he dared to call himself by his name? If it were in the past, he would have been... but, although he was full of anger, Gregory didn't want to stay here for a minute...

The colonel was still a trustworthy man. The map route he provided to Gregory was correct, which gradually moved them away from the places where the crowds gathered. According to Similov's judgment, if he continued to walk like this for more than an hour, he should be able to leave Moscow.

However, at this moment, an unexpected situation happened again. They encountered a small team of Russian soldiers patrolling...

They were caught and then taken to a small house, led by a lieutenant, who looked at Gregory and his companions coldly: "Who are you, where are you from? Where are you?"

"Ah, we are all serious people..." Andreas hurriedly said, "Moscow is so messy, we are afraid, so we want to go out of the city..."

"Serious?" The lieutenant sneered: "Don't you know that the whole city is under martial law now? You have violated the martial law order. I will bring you to our boss."

In an instant, Grigoli and the other three looked pale. They knew exactly what the result would mean when they were taken there...

"Sir. We know that martial law is violated..." Is Andreas' reaction faster: "Can you please let us stay alone for a while? I think we will give you a satisfactory explanation soon..."

"Look, I think you must be a smart person..." The lieutenant smiled at the corner of his mouth, and then walked out calmly.

Andreas smiled bitterly: "His Grand Duke, I think you must take out some more money..."

"What, you still need money?" Gregory lost his strength to get angry at this time: "Andrias, I just took the bag of things and was my last property. Where can I find money?"

"I know. I know that your situation is very difficult, but I'm afraid we have no other way except money..." Andreas sighed: "Otherwise, you will fall into the hands of those who hate you. I think that is the most terrible thing..."

Grigoli couldn't help but tremble... No, he could not fall into the hands of those shameful traitors no matter what... That would make him worse than death...

He took off his coat and exposed the shirt inside. Then he untied a decoration from the cuff of his shirt: "This is diamond. I think this can be worth a lot of money. Give it to those greedy vampires..."

"I think this is probably not enough..." Andreas took out the diamond ornament and then his eyes fell on the buttons of Gregory's shirt.

Those buttons are also made of gold... You know, the Grand Duke of Beerstoka is a fanatical person for gold...

Gregory's heart was bleeding, but he had no choice but to pull down his buttons one by one...

So soon, the Grand Duke of Beerstoka stood there in a buttonless shirt...

The great duke looks funny...

"I'll go negotiate with the lieutenant." Andreas carefully packed up the things: "Please believe me, you will be able to leave here soon. But before that, please stay here and ensure your safety."

Andreas walked out, and only Gregory and his loyal guard captain Mr. Similov...

Grigoli didn't dare to go anywhere, and only dared to stay in the house honestly, but waited around but never saw Andreas come back. Grigoli wanted to go out and see how Andreas negotiated, but he never had the courage. He was worried that as soon as he walked out, countless guns were pointed at him...

The first ray of sunshine in the morning had already shone into the room, but Andreas still did not come back...

"His Grand Duke, something is probably wrong..." Similov frowned: "No, I have to go out and see, you are waiting for me here."

After saying that, he quietly walked out. After a while, he saw Similov walking back in a panic: "His Grand Duke, we are all fooled, Andreas and the soldiers are all gone!"

"What?" Andreas was foolish there. He couldn't believe that such a thing would happen. He rushed out quickly, but where was the shadow of Andreas and the soldiers?

"Shameless, despicable, villain!" Grigoli cursed, his feet kept jumping there, as if he wanted to vent his anger in this way.

However, no matter how he vented, Andreas could not hear it at all...

"Please calm down, Lord Grand Duke, anger cannot solve our current situation..." Similov brought him back to the house: "We can't figure out the situation outside now. It's too dangerous to act during the day. We have to wait until night before we can continue to find a solution..."

Grigoli suddenly stopped being angry, and he sat down quietly on the side of the corner... Yes. Since things have happened, no matter how angry he is, he will not have any effect... He has to live, no matter what, he has to try to survive...

Neither he nor Similov spoke. He sat quietly for two hours...

"Similov, do you have food there? I'm hungry." Finally, Gregory spoke.

But he saw Similov shook his head... Gregory smiled bitterly. A dignified grand Duke of Berstoka can't even find a bite...

Once the idea of ​​hunger appears, he will never be able to control it anyway...Grigory only felt that his stomach was empty and he had to find some food to calm himself down... Otherwise, he would not be able to ensure that he had the strength to leave here...

"Can you go find some food?" Gregory almost begged there. This has never happened before.

"His Grand Duke, we have no money." Similov smiled bitterly: "In Moscow, we can't get nothing without money."

Gregory felt the pain of being a poor man for the first time. He thought about it for a long time and suddenly put his hand into his mouth... When he took out his hand, there was a gold tooth in his palm: "Similov, I know this looks a bit disgusting. But now this is the last little property I can take out..."

Similov took the gold teeth. It was obvious that his eyes were red: "Your Excellency the Grand Duke, please rest assured, I will bring you the food back."

"You won't leave me too, are you?" Gregory almost cried in his words: "I beg you, don't leave me like them, otherwise I will really die here."

"His Grand Duke, do you think I am the same person as them?" Similov seemed to feel insulted: "No, I will never leave you!"

Similov left, and took Gregory's last little property and the golden tooth... Gregory suddenly felt so lonely. There seemed to be terrible danger everywhere...

He has been waiting there. From morning to noon, from noon to afternoon... He is hungry and thirsty, and there are several times when he can hardly help rush out, but he never has the courage to...

There are traitors everywhere outside, and there are guys who betray them everywhere outside...

He saw the cockroach crawling not far away in front of him. In an instant, he had an impulse, almost trying to grab the cockroach and stuff it into his mouth to fill his stomach... But it was so disgusting, it was really disgusting... Maybe the cockroach also discovered the danger and disappeared without a trace soon...

The sky slowly darkened, but Similov still didn't come back...

Where did he go? Where did he go? Was he caught by those people, or did he betray himself like those traitors?

Gregory would rather believe that it was the former result, and he could no longer accept a new betrayal...

The sky turned completely dark. In 24 hours, Gregory had experienced too many things. All the pitiful remaining property behind him was completely stolen. The people around him left him one by one, and now, there was only a hungry and thirsty former Duke of Bellstoka...

Is there anything more bleak than this?

Gregory knew that he could not continue to wait, otherwise something terrible could happen anytime and anywhere. He struggled to stand up with the wall. No matter how hard he worked, he had to leave here.

It doesn't matter, even if they all left, what's the matter? As long as he leaves Moscow, he still has a total of 600,000 US dollars of secret assets waiting for him.

Let's go, let's go all the money, all belongs to you...

With the support of such belief, Gregory did not fall down. He carefully avoided the road, and then groped around like a headless fly. The map was still on Similov, and Gregory had no idea how he should go.

With his memory of Moscow, Gregorian miraculously arrived at a location where he left the city.

Ah, if you walk a few hundred meters more, you will be able to leave this damn place. However, he soon discovered that there was a checkpoint in front of him, and several soldiers were guarding it.

Gregory wanted to go back, but he had no energy to find a new path again. Gregory gritted his teeth, messed up his hair, and then found some mud to apply it on his body, making him look even more depressed, and then walked towards the checkpoint.

"Stop, where are you going?" The sentry blocked Gregory's way.

Grigoli was sure that others would not recognize him in this way, so he looked pitiful: "Sir, my child is sick, he is outside the city. He is very sick. Please let me go out and see my child."

The sentry seemed to have some mercy: "I sympathize with your experience, but no one can leave here now!"

"Ah, I beg you, sir, I cannot see my children, my children need me too." Gregory tried hard to make himself look pitiful: "God will bless you, sir."
Chapter completed!