Soviet Godfather

The impact of the "Seven Hours of Nuclear War" on the world is much greater than the previous "Whiskey and Ice" incident. Coupled with the divergence of the US dollar and gold prices, Sergei's gains this time are much greater than last time. With this money, many problems will be solved.

However, more money is only a number. For Seryosha, the top priority is to get rid of this inefficient money laundering method as soon as possible. It's not that Sergey Shah didn't think that he would just accept it and stop all his business. But this is not realistic at all, because even if Sergey Sha doesn’t want to do it, his clients will force him to continue, let alone the border guard officers who smuggled oil with Sergey Sha, from Uzbekistan. The bureaucrats have become accustomed to the existence of Nikolai. If Nikolai disappears suddenly, then Mikhail and Yakov, who are Nikolai's agents, will be in disaster.

Churbanov quickly got the share he deserved. Looking at the long list of zeros on the account, Churbanov was very excited. He raised his account certificate, feeling quite positive. Sergey Sha said: "Do you know what this means? It is hope, freedom, and a bright future!"

Sergeysha nodded in agreement. Now it is his turn to envy Churbanov. Sergeysha also hopes that he can break free from the net of money and live a carefree life like him.

However, Sergeysha might not have expected that his Moscow Workers’ New Village project will soon usher in a powerful challenge. This challenge comes from the Moscow law thief, "Little Japan" Vyacheslav Ivankov.

Sergei Sha’s new workers’ village considered all the issues, but did not consider the gangs in the south of the city. On the streets of Moscow, especially far away from the city, the most troublesome thing is not the police of the Ministry of the Interior, but the gangsters everywhere.

How difficult it is to deal with the gangs in Moscow. It is said that during the Olympics, Churbanov used to reach an agreement with the gangs to temporarily solve the security problems in Moscow. This is evident from this.

The Moscow Workers’ Village in Selesha is close to Ivankov’s site, which makes Ivankov feel extremely uncomfortable. The construction of the project suddenly flooded in many strangers, which made Ivankov’s business. Faced with the danger of exposure. He does not allow anyone to enter his site without his permission, and even the government Ivankov will not buy it.

Ivankov once asked his men to warn the construction company that participated in the project, but his men apparently did not understand how much Ivankov attaches to this matter. They only made a few small damages, by the way. The thief made a small amount of money to enrich his pocket, nothing more.

But Ivankov never asked about this matter. It wasn't until four other construction companies were involved and the scope of construction was further expanded that Ivankov paid attention to what happened here.

Ivankov felt that he was going to give Petrov a little bit. He felt that this old guy was too ignorant to praise him. Don't he know what kind of business he is in? People in the city are focused on building a new worker village on their own site with such a big fanfare, and how to continue their business.

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In the early morning, a heavy-duty bulk cement mixer was slowly driving from outside the city toward the project site of the Moscow Workers’ New Village. When the car was about to enter the large unfinished building in the south of the city, the driver suddenly found the road ahead. It has been blocked by someone.

A group of people wearing safety helmets and holding iron rods gathered on the road. There were several concrete piles in front of them. The strong lights were shining on the driver's seat of the car, and the dangling driver couldn't open his eyes.

"Hi..." A burst of brakes sounded, and the driver quickly stopped the car. He didn't know what was going on in front of him.

"You, come down and talk!" a man in a sports jacket pointed at the driver with an iron rod and said viciously.

"Boss, what's the matter!" The mixer truck driver knew the people who had encountered the gang, but he didn't know what these people wanted to do. So I could only do what the other party did.

"Boss, I have something to say!" The driver took out a few rubles from his pocket and offered them with both hands. It's not that the driver is timid and fearful. It's really late at night and there are no shops in front of the village. No one will know if you kill yourself.

"Don't come to this set, let me tell you, our boss wants to ask you drivers to help! As long as you are obedient, there is nothing to do with you!" The other side threatened and put the money into his pocket. .

"It must be, I must have done it properly, as long as you can let me go!" The mixer truck driver said nervously.

"Well, now pour out all the cement you have pulled over, and then drive your car to get out of me!" the man in the sports jacket said viciously.

"Ah, pour it out? Where did it fall, on the road?" the truck driver asked half worried, half muddled.

"Don't talk nonsense, let you fall and you fall, why do you want to take a few punches?" the jacket man roared impatiently.

"Yes, yes, I will fall right away!" The driver hurriedly climbed into the car, and the jacket man beckoned two more guys. One of them also climbed into the car, and the other began to command the driver to reverse.

The mixer truck driver can only honestly turn on the steering wheel. He will do whatever the other party asks him to do. Anyway, these cements are also national. Your own life is important. It is not guilty to take your own life for the public's precast concrete. .

The car quickly dropped a direction on the empty road~www.readwn.com~ The guy who directed the reversing saw that the position of the car was almost the same, and gave an ok sign to his companion sitting in the car.

"Well, now put the thing behind your car upright for me, hurry up!" the guy in the car said impatiently.

The driver did not dare to hesitate. He pressed the switch on the car, and soon the tumbling mixing bucket behind the car was slowly erected, and dozens of tons of cement inside began to pour down and all fell on the road. on.

Ten minutes later, the mixer truck driver poured all the precast concrete according to the other party's instructions. The guy on the truck said to the driver: "I remember you. If you dare to come next time, don't blame our hands! Where are we now? Where are those who come?"

"Never dare to come again!" said the driver in a cold sweat on his head. He hurriedly sent the guy in the car off as if he wanted to send the **** of plague, and then he kicked the accelerator and escaped here at the fastest speed.

On this evening, almost all the roads leading to the construction workers of the Workers’ New Village were staged this scene. The workers on the construction site waiting for materials knew that they had not waited for a cement mixer to arrive at dawn. (To be continued...)