Popov sat quietly in the back seat of his luxury imported Mercedes, flipping through his address book page by page. Although he has been going through it countless times in recent times, Popov hopes to find what he missed.www.biquge.info The address book records countless officials in Gorky City, all of whom have more or less accepted Popov's benefits, some of them are close to Popov and make a fortune with Popov, and some of them just accept Popov's kindness and help him a little. No matter which one of them is, Popov's status today is absolutely inseparable from the help of these officials. Popov was interdependent with these officials, and the officials gave Popov the green light to his business, and Popov provided them with everything they needed, money, beautiful women, legal status abroad, and the cost of studying abroad for their children. In the final analysis, all this comes from the power in the hands of officials, otherwise how can a gang leader of a smuggling syndicate take deep roots and grow vigorously in Gorky City. But the recent explosions have changed everything, and officials have refused to give Popov the green light to continue to protect his business. A familiar official told Popov that someone had already set his sights on him, that is, Chernenko, the new deputy director of the Internal Affairs Bureau of the Gorky Automobile Plant, who climbed to the throne of deputy director like a rocket within half a year, and naturally had a very deep background. These stupid and greedy bureaucrats treat Popov as an uncle when there is a benefit, and leave Popov aside when there is no benefit. They also don't want to think about how they can afford to satisfy these corrupt bureaucrats if they don't do more business and make some money.

The recent explosion in the warehouse allowed Popov to lose the goods of those Italians, and the goods of the Italians were just the first transaction between Popov and those Italians, and if it went well, there would be a second transaction, a third transaction, and it turned out that something like this. This made Popov lose a fortune for no reason, so for the sake of his own credibility, Popov decided to pay for the goods himself, the source of goods from the mountains of distant Southeast Asian countries, and then transported by sea to Pakistan, and then find a way to smuggle it to Afghanistan. The heroic Soviet Red Army was fighting there for the will of Peter the Great and for the dream of the Soviets to have an outlet to the sea in the Indian Ocean, so the tentacles of the officials of the city of Gorky could reach out to that barren **** country, and Popov could use their influence to smuggle goods back to the USSR, and then just find a way to transport them to the GDR, the governments of those Eastern European countries were puppets of the USSR, and of course they would not offend an official from the Red Reich.

There was one more thing that upset Popov, and that was the dirty, bloody, disgusting mail. No one wants to see two bloody fingers while enjoying breakfast. Although Popov is a big brother in the underworld, he never does it himself, he relies on his brains to mix up the underworld. After so many years of ups and downs, Popov experienced all kinds of hardships, and lived a precarious life in Auschwitz since he was a child. Later, although they found the Soviet Union, the Slavs were the masters of this land, and the identity of the Jews made it difficult for the Popov family to integrate into the mainstream of the red empire. But the Popov family, relying on their own talents, survived the ****** and the Great Purge, and gradually grew stronger. So a person like Popov will never be intimidated by two fingers. What worries him is that he doesn't know who his opponent is, the ghost hiding in the shadows, staring at him hauntedly, and then sees the opportunity to give himself a fatal blow. Popov would never allow this to happen. Therefore, in the past few days, he has increased the number of his bodyguards, and he will never go out alone, and now he has two cars following him.

Popov threw the address book in his seat and rubbed his sour eyes. It doesn't feel good to sit in the car and look at things. Popov looked out the window. The choppy Volga River flowed past him, and the beautiful sunset reflected on the sparkling river, it was so beautiful, Popov looked at the beautiful scenery in front of him, and recalled something in his mind, he thought of his father, the stubborn old Jewish man, the prisoner who always found food in the cruel Nazi concentration camps, the great man who brought the Popov family from the abyss to the present day step by step. He was always so kind to himself that he was able to eat cream cake even in Auschwitz. The time with his father was always so happy, and Popov's face couldn't help but smile. He remembered how when he first came to Gorky, the Popovs and their sons had founded their own business, and they had beaten countless competitors to become the only kings here.

The car slowly stopped, the traffic light at the intersection blocked the way of Popov's motorcade, Popov waited a little bored, so he took out a bottle of good wine from the wine cabinet of the car, poured himself a glass, took a small sip, and then took out another bottle of caviar, filled it with a spoon made of shells, spread it evenly on a small unsalted biscuit, put it in his mouth, his mouth was full of breath from the sea, and Popov could feel the feeling of the roe cracking in his mouth. Just as Popov was enjoying this precious delicacy, there was a sudden roar of noisy machines outside the car. Popov turned his head to see a heavy bulldozer parked next to his Mercedes, covered in mud and rust. Popov frowned and didn't say anything.

The traffic lights finally turned green, and Popov's motorcade slowly moved away, the bulldozer seemingly following them alongside them. The car went a few hundred meters forward, and there was another red light, and the convoy stopped again. Suddenly, a huge roar of machinery and several loud noises startled Popov, who was tasting wine. I saw that the bulldozer frantically crashed into the car full of bodyguards at the end of the convoy, and the bulldozer lifted the car with its huge shovel, and then threw the whole car into the Volga River.

A great panic befell Popov, and knowing that the ghost was coming for him, he ordered the driver to get out of here quickly. The driver started the car in a panic, but accidentally made a mistake and crashed into the side of the road. The bodyguard in front of the car had already gotten out of the car and pulled out a pistol and shot frantically at the bulldozer, but he couldn't hurt the driver in the bulldozer. The bulldozer ignored the bodyguards, it rushed directly into Popov's car, and the bulldozer's teeth shoveled into Popov's car, and then the other side of the car crashed into the embankment on the side of the road, and the door could not be opened at all. Popov could feel the car being lifted slowly, Popov's body crashing through the air, and although he brought two cars of bodyguards, he couldn't deal with the steel monster, and the Mercedes was thrown into the boiling Volga water.