Reborn Russia As An Oligarch

Just after shouting twice, there was a response from outside.

A dense sound of footsteps sounded outside the room...

Zinov immediately closed his mouth and looked out the window in horror, although he could not see anything...

The assistant, on the other hand, had already hid behind a sofa and was shivering.

"Wow"

"Wow"...

There was a sound of shattering glass, and the glass on the large windows on the first floor of the villa seemed to have been smashed.

And these sounds seemed to hit Zinov's chest every time, making his liver and gallbladder split!

Gritting his teeth, Zinov leaned against a decorative pillar, grabbed the pistol in his hand, and pointed randomly.

If someone dares to rush in, he will definitely pull the trigger without hesitation!

However, it became quiet again outside, as if everything that just happened was an illusion...

Strangely, from the night outside the window, there were several thin "red lines" shooting at Zinov and his assistant respectively.

One on his forehead, one on his chest...

Zinov looked down at the red spots on his chest, then turned to look at the shivering assistant lying on the ground next to him, and grinned miserably.

He dropped the gun in his hand, completely losing the idea of ​​resistance.

Just kidding, there are snipers on the other side, what use can my little pistol do...

"Swish, swish, swish," several dazzling white lights shone in from the windows on all sides.

The light shone on Zinov's face, and he felt like his eyes were almost blinded and he couldn't see anything...

The door was pushed open, several people walked in, and the sound of heavy footsteps reached Zinov's ears.

Vaguely, he saw several tall figures. Their heads were covered with black hoods, with only their eyes and mouths exposed.

Several people walked up to Zinov and stood still.

The man in the lead grinned, showing his white teeth, "The boss asked me to take him to say hello to you."

Zinov closed his eyes and asked desperately: "Who is your boss? Is it Mikhail! Can you let me have a phone call with him? As long as he makes any conditions, I will agree! Lyublino I can give him the big market for free. Please, let me have a phone call with him..."

As he said that, Zinov knelt down with a "pop"!

But the man in the black hood just smiled coldly and glanced at him with disdain...

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Several people were standing on the top of a hill not far from Zinov's manor.

Behind him were two big black cars that had turned off.

A few people stood there quietly and made no sound.

In September in Moscow, the weather has become cold.

One of them was wearing a knee-length mid-length black windbreaker, made of crisp cashmere fabric and slim fit, which made his already tall figure look even more upright!

He leaned leisurely on the front of a big G car, looking at the huge manor not far away shrouded in night.

With a "pop" sound, the windproof lighter ignited a flame, and a cigarette was lit.

Under the reflection of this flame, his face appeared, and it was Wang Ye!

Wang Ye did not go to Zinov's manor in person.

First of all, this kind of small scene does not require him to appear in person.

Secondly, after all, he is the one who fights and kills. Wang Ye is a kind-hearted person and can't bear to see this...

He took a deep breath of the cigarette and slowly exhaled a smoke ring with squinted eyes.

The manor was still dark, and there was no movement.

However, Wang Ye was not in a hurry and just smoked slowly.

After smoking a cigarette for most of the time, there was finally movement.

I saw a small flame coming out of the manor, as big as the flame lit by Wang Ye's lighter just now.

Of course, this is because the distance is relatively far, so the flames look so small.

In the blink of an eye, the small flame swelled up. Just as Wang Ye took a puff of the cigarette, the flames were already rising into the sky!

The entire manor seemed to have turned into a huge fire!

Wang Ye shook his head slightly, threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, turned around, opened the door and got in the car.

Several security personnel accompanying him also got in the car immediately.

"Let's go back."

Wang Ye was sitting in the back row, leaning on the back of the seat and saying with his eyes closed.

Seryozha nodded and said in a low voice: "Okay, boss."

The car started, and the twelve-cylinder engine roared like a monster, rushing down the mountain...

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This night, the suburbs of Moscow were very lively.

Not long after the fire burst into the sky, sirens sounded, and police cars and fire trucks drove towards the manor.

But when they arrived at the scene, the originally magnificent manor had almost turned into a pile of ruins!

But the work that needs to be done still needs to be done, and the fire trucks begin to spray water on the fire.

The police set up a cordon and turned on their searchlights.

The faces of the people at the scene were a little solemn. One of them wrinkled his nose, took a deep breath, and lowered his voice to the person next to him: "Can you smell it? It's such a strong smell of gasoline!"

The colleague next to him shook his head slightly, and also lowered his voice and said: "Do you even need to smell it? It's not obvious! How can an ordinary fire have such a big fire! But don't talk nonsense, I don't know whose manor this is now, let alone Know who it is..."

As he spoke, he wiped his neck with his hand, and both of them smiled knowingly.

Obviously, tonight's matter is another "war between gods".

I don’t know which big shot the owner of this manor has offended. Judging from his appearance, he was “extremely exterminated”...

They don't want to get involved rashly, and everything should be decided by the leaders above.

Maybe after the first few phone calls tomorrow, the bureau will be able to "confirm" that this was just an ordinary fire. As for whether anyone died, it doesn't matter.

If there is a fire, I can only say that I deserve to die.

Of course, it is also possible that a formal investigation will be launched...

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Not long after this incident happened, many people also received the news. After all, it was not that late yet, it was just after eight o'clock in the evening.

After Gebrev learned the news, his expression was very calm, because he must have known about it for a long time.

The hand that was writing something paused slightly, and an ink mark appeared on the paper. He sighed and put down the pen in his hand.

He turned to look at the telephone next to him, stretched out his hand, and then retracted it.

He wanted to call Wang Ye and ask about the specific situation.

But in the end the call was never made.

On the other side, Hovchenko also quickly received the news.

At this point, he was still working in the office. After hearing the news, he couldn't tell the expression on his face.

His mood at the moment is also quite complicated. He doesn't know whether he should be happy or...