Chapter 340: Chaos Rises in Rio 1

In Rio, within a luxurious estate covering seven or eight acres in the northern suburbs.

"Emergency distress signal received, notify the boss immediately!"

After Rivera's watch was triggered, a set of emergency distress signals was immediately transmitted from his watch and received by Braxton's subordinates.

Because Braxton—oh no, he should be called "Yuri Orlov" now.

Because Yuri had once instructed his subordinates that whenever an emergency distress signal was received, it must be reported to him immediately.

So, while he was still in a luxuriously decorated seaside villa, holding a young and sexy Brazilian model and sleeping soundly, he was awakened from his slumber by the sudden, harsh ringing of a telephone.

Before he could even get angry, the urgent voice coming from the other end of the phone made Yuri completely lose all sleepiness.

"... Boss, just a moment ago, the emergency distress device on Ace of Hearts was activated. His coordinates are constantly updating, and looking at the movement trajectory, it seems he is being sent to the State Prosecutor's Office..."

Rivera was in trouble!

Yuri immediately understood what had happened. How could he care about the complaints of the model in his arms, who had also been awakened by the harsh ringing? He kissed her face fiercely: "Baby, I suddenly have some work to handle. It's still early, you keep sleeping..."

After finishing his words, he leaped out of bed, quickly grabbed a robe from the coat rack nearby and draped it over himself, then picked up his phone and left the bedroom. He then made a throat-slitting gesture to the two black-clad bodyguards who were always stationed outside his bedroom, "She heard some things she shouldn't have; make it clean!"

Immediately, without waiting for his subordinates to reply, Yuri went straight downstairs, walked all the way to the study located at the innermost part of the second floor, and sat down in front of the desk.

Pulling open a drawer, he took out a box of authentic Havana cigars, picked one up to sniff it in front of his nose, and only then lit it and held it in his mouth.

His fingers tapped lightly on a certain spot on the smooth mahogany tabletop. The next moment, the mahogany tabletop popped open, revealing a keyboard less than seven inches wide, filled with various control buttons.

Yuri skillfully pressed a certain button on it, and a huge LCD monitor of at least a hundred inches descended from the ceiling of the study, landing just in front of him.

He quickly pressed another key, and the LCD monitor immediately lit up, while an image resembling an electronic map appeared on it.

"Is Rivera the only one exposed?"

Holding the cigar, he reached out to flick the ash into an ashtray. Yuri squinted his eyes and leaned back in his leather massage chair, staring motionlessly at the monitor in front of him, deep in thought.

Having come from the CIA, he was not only meticulous in his thinking but also particularly believed in advanced technological equipment.

Therefore, after gaining the trust and support of those who claimed to be Decepticons—suspected alien lifeforms—he had been trying his best to obtain more support from them. The mechanical watch on Rivera's wrist was a little gadget casually manufactured by that beast-type Mechanical Lifeform who called himself "Number 2," at Yuri's request.

Although it looked unremarkable, it contained a positioning device far more advanced than equipment used by professional spies. It could urgently send out a distress signal when encountering danger and continuously send positioning coordinates to a remote terminal after activation.

These little gadgets were used very well by Yuri.

In fact, half a month ago, when Number 2 became completely disappointed in Rivera and began to fully support him in taking over the plans in Brazil, he, who was more ambitious and smarter than Rivera, only took ten-plus days to integrate all of Rivera's connections and, referencing the ranks of a deck of playing cards, established a preliminary organization.

Now, seeing the locations of all the members displayed on the electronic map in front of him, Yuri couldn't help but squint his eyes. He had already determined that the only one in trouble now was Rivera, so the only problem placed before him was one thing.

To save or not to save?

After pondering for a moment, he soon had an idea, and the smile on his face became even richer.

"Sorry, Rivera. You are even stupider than I imagined. You still haven't realized that you have somewhat blocked my position, so..."

He quickly pressed another button on the keyboard. The screen in front of him immediately changed, and a ferocious beast face emerged.

"What is it, Yuri?"

On the screen, that beast face, which seemed to still be dozing, revealed a ferocious sneer.

Stared at by its cold eyes, Yuri showed not a hint of fear on his face. He took a puff of his cigar and said slowly: "Rivera has been exposed, Lord Number 2. He is being sent to the State Prosecutor's Office. I hope you can make a move and bring him back!"

"Rivera?"

The light in Number 2's eyes flickered. It then raised its head to look at Yuri. Even through the screen, he could feel the other party's disdain, "Our plan still needs to use him?"

"No..." Yuri's answer was very crisp. He saw the scrutiny in the other party's eyes, and the pride in his heart faltered slightly.

"I have taken over all his connections and relationships. Rivera's personality is a bit too soft, and he has too many scruples; he is not suitable for participating in our subsequent actions..."

Upon hearing this, Number 2 immediately let out a cold snort, baring its teeth at him through the screen, revealing a mouthful of ferocious, sharp fangs.

"I will do him in as you wish, Yuri... Also, don't let me find out there is a next time..."

After speaking, the image ended with a snap.

Yuri squinted his eyes and smoked his cigar, but his other hand resting on the desk couldn't help but tremble.

In an instant, his mind couldn't help but think back to the dusk two days ago, when five heavy trucks pulled ten containers into this estate.

When the containers were opened, forty fully armed humanoid combat robots walked out from the containers unhurriedly under the command of Number 2.

"... Is that one losing patience?"

He couldn't help but whisper softly, his eyes flashing with contemplation.

In the police car heading to the State Prosecutor's Office.

Carlton sat in the back seat of the car, continuously asking questions to Rivera beside him: "Mr. Rivera, we have sufficient evidence to confirm that you ordered a large batch of arms from the United States in the name of your company a few months ago. Where exactly did this batch of arms flow to?"

"Not long ago, a batch of military rifles flowed into the domestic market. We suspect this batch of arms is related to you. What explanation do you have for this?"

"Intelligence shows that you once sent people to assassinate several company subordinates who were taken away for questioning by the Prosecutor's Office. How do you explain that?"