Chapter 2650 - 2625: Symbol of Decay

In the end, both Hammer and Liang Dong couldn’t leave the rehabilitation hospital in Germany and continued to suffer, while Gao Yang finally set foot on American soil with Yarebin.

It’s actually very easy to understand why Yarebin had never been to America, because his role was too special and his status too high. As the leader of the Black Demon, sending Yarebin to America is equivalent to sending the entire Black Demon to America, which is like throwing a supermassive nuclear bomb into America.

Never forget, the main role of the Black Demon is not for intelligence gathering and similar activities, although they are indeed skilled at it. The greatest role of the Black Demon is sabotage, to serve as a covert blade causing maximum damage to enemy nations.

Your biggest enemy is often the one who understands you best, so Yarebin was extremely familiar with everything about America. And now, he finally had the chance to visit this extremely familiar yet completely foreign country.

This time, Yelena personally came to greet him.

Gao Yang was the first to step off the plane. He descended the gangway and tightly embraced Yelena.

After a long moment, Gao Yang and Yelena parted, then he turned around and excitedly said: "Teacher, this is my fiancée, Yelena. Yelena, this is my teacher whom I’ve mentioned to you, Mr. Yarabin."

Yarebin smiled and nodded, Yelena stood in front of Yarebin a bit nervously and said: "Hello, Mr. Yarabin. Gao often mentions you. It’s a pleasure to meet you."

Yarebin gave a polite smile and said: "Good child, thank you."

It was evident that Yarebin was very uncomfortable in this situation. He seemed quite nervous, even somewhat at a loss.

At this moment, Little Donnie stepped forward and said with a smile: "Everyone, the welcome dinner is ready. Please get in the car."

Frey was already hugging his wife, and he shouted: "We’ll drive home ourselves and meet you there later."

Gao Yang supported Yarebin, pointed to the car Little Donnie came with, and said with a smile: "This is prepared for you. Please get in the car."

Yarebin smiled at Yelena, then walked to the car Gao Yang had prepared for him.

The car was naturally the best Gao Yang could offer, that Rolls-Royce. As he reached to open the door for Yarebin, Yarebin stood by the car door for a moment, then turned to Gao Yang and said: "The car can’t fit so many people. You and your fiancée should take another car. Just let Joseph stay with me. Alright, let’s go."

Gao Yang smiled and said: "No, of course, I should accompany you. Teacher, please get in the car."

Yarebin’s face sank, and he said to Gao Yang: "Do as I said. Alright, go with your fiancée and let Joseph take me on a tour of New York. I want to see the heart of capitalism. Let’s go."

With that, Yarebin got into the car, and Glewatov closed the door for him, then said to Gao Yang: "You heard him, alright, go with your fiancée. You haven’t seen each other for a long time. See you later."

Grewatov got in from the other side, Joseph looked at Gao Yang, and Gao Yang nodded helplessly, saying: "You drive, Little Donnie, be the guide. Show them around New York, but not too long—teacher is already very tired."

Little Donnie smiled and said: "Don’t worry, I’ll choose an appropriate route back home. See you later."

Joseph got in the driver’s seat, Little Donnie in the passenger seat, leaned back and said: "Hello both, I’m the agent of Satan. Just call me Little Donnie. Mr. Yarabin, would you like me to adjust the seat to make it more comfortable?"

Yarebin pressed down on the seat beneath him and nodded: "This is fine as it is."

Little Donnie snapped his fingers and Joseph started the car. Then Little Donnie said with a smile: "We are currently at a private airport in New Jersey, which is slightly far from New York, but private planes are more convenient for takeoff and landing here, at least there’s no need to queue. Well, Mr. Yarabin, the weather is quite pleasant today, you can enjoy the view of New York while we’re on the way home."

Yarebin didn’t speak; he simply nodded.

The airport was in the outskirts, approximately half an hour’s drive from the metropolitan area of New York. To reach the core of Manhattan Island, it would take at least two and a half hours.

The car drove smoothly, not too fast. Yarebin kept looking at the scenery outside the window, remaining quite silent.

The car hadn’t yet entered the city center but had reached a relatively busy area. Suddenly, Yarebin pointed at a building by the roadside and asked: "What is that?"

Beside the roadway was a club, the neon lights weren’t on during the day, but the large photos on the walls and the neon lights of naked women indicated it was a strip club.

"Oh, that’s a club, but it opens when it’s dark. It’s too early now."

Yarebin nodded: "I know what it is, I just wanted to confirm."

After saying this, Yarebin turned to Glewatov and said in Russian: "Decadent capitalism!"

Grewatov shrugged and said: "Wicked capitalism!"

Little Donnie didn’t understand Russian, so he was puzzled: "What are you talking about? Sorry, would you like to take a look? No problem, there are better and bigger places in New York City I can show you. Very interesting, although a bit noisy. Do they not have these in Moscow?"

Yarebin resolutely said: "No! Definitely not!"

Grewatov responded awkwardly: "Twenty years ago, definitely not, now... I’m not sure..."

Little Donnie also felt awkward, realizing he’d asked the wrong question. So the four people in the car continued in silence until they arrived before New York’s most famous landmark.

Pointing at the Statue of Liberty, Little Donnie smiled and said: "You two must have seen it before, the Statue of Liberty, the symbol of New York, the symbol of America."

Yarebin opened the car window, glanced a few times, then turned to Glewatov and said: "It’s bigger than I imagined. I’ve envisioned many times if I were making decisions, I would definitely destroy it in the first attack wave."

Glewator nodded: "I’ve thought about it too, and imagined what the effect would be if a nuclear bomb directly hit it. I think it would be quite shocking."

Yarebin looked at the Statue of Liberty and said: "What’s the point of a nuclear bomb? Blowing it up personally is best. Two targets: the Statue of Liberty and the Bronze Bull on Wall Street. Though not of much practical significance, they must be destroyed. Best, the symbols of this decadent capitalism must be personally destroyed!"

As he calmly spoke about his past ideals, Yarebin suddenly let out a long sigh and muttered softly: "What a pity..."