Nikolai Popov listened to the report of his subordinates, and the fifty-something old man fell into deep thought, a week ago, his subordinates told Popov that a group of unknown people had robbed them of their business at the Gorky Automobile Plant. www.biquge.info As the largest food smuggler in Gorky City, the Popov family has been deeply involved in this area for two generations, and it is not that no one has challenged their family's status, but the Popov family is always the winner.

Popov spent his childhood in Auschwitz, Poland, and since the Mustachioed Führer came to power, the poorest ethnic Gypsies and the richest ethnic Jews in Europe under the Nazi Party have become the least popular at the same time. At that time, his father, Popov Sr., was a legend among the prisoners of Auschwitz, because he could always get enough food for their father and son, and once, Popov Sr. even made him a cream cake, the taste of which he will never forget in his life, and he has always loved it until now. Probably by God's grace, although 90% of the people sent to Auschwitz were killed, the Popov sons, who lived there for five years, miraculously survived.

After Auschwitz was liberated by the Soviet Red Army in 1945, the Popov father and son came to the city of Gorky. The elder Popov gave full play to his expertise in Auschwitz, started a food business here, and made a fortune during the Soviet ****** in 1946~1947, becoming the largest underground food smuggling merchant at that time. The Popov family is low-key enough, and only people in this circle will understand the strength of the Popov family and respect the status of the Popov family in this industry.

When Popov first heard that there was a group of people of unknown origin who were working with thugs at the Gorky Automobile Plant to steal business with him, he didn't take it seriously. Just telling his men to pay more attention to this group of people and report it at any time, this is just a perfunctory statement by Popov, and his real meaning is actually to leave them alone and clean them up when they get bigger. But his subordinate was a serious Jew, and he carried out Popov's orders only in the literal sense of the word, and he investigated the gang thoroughly and presented Popov with a detailed business report. After reading the report, Popov couldn't sit still, his opponent's purchase cost was lower than his, but the profit was higher than his. Although the supply channels of the opponents have not been investigated, compared to them, the Popov family is obviously not as competitive as the gang, which hurts Nikolai Popov.

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Yakov Ilyich Pogolovsky had a good time, spending his days wandering around the hospital in the park near the hospital, spending time with the old people who were there to pass the time, making deals with some old people who were eligible for reimbursement and buying some best-selling medicines from them. There is a public telephone booth in the park, and Mikhail sometimes has a deal there, and he will call him to come and pick up the goods. This work is not tiring, but it earns a lot, and the money earned every week is almost worth half a worker's salary for half a year. The income from watching the stadium back then couldn't be compared with this.

Yakov liked the job, not because of the money, but because of the Gas-69. Yakov was fond of cars since he was a child, probably influenced by his father, who worked as a worker in an automobile factory, and he learned to drive at an early age, but he did not have a driver's license because of his age. Since that dinner at the Seryosha family, most of this Gas-69 has been used by Yakov. He put a lot of effort into this car, not only adding a high-end interior to this car, but also putting a lot of effort into the power and chassis. Out of strategic necessity, Russian industrial products generally have the advantages of simple structure and strong and durable. Therefore, it is also very simple to modify, and the products of the Gorky Automobile Plant also inherit this advantage. Yakov even replaced the gas 69 with a military version of the engine, which he had already changed to the limit.

It was about four o'clock in the afternoon, and it was almost dark, Yakov packed up and planned to go to Seryosha's house for a drink, and handed over the goods by the way. Daddy Petrov's craftsmanship is getting better and better, and Mikhail has recently gotten a lot of good things, especially the black caviar made from Beluga vodka and Beluga sturgeon roe, the combination of the two is simply amazing, the special taste of the caviar with unusual elasticity brought by the weak, resistant-like resistance under the pressure of the tongue, the intriguing and elegant and delicate smell of the caviar after it breaks, and the taste from the sea, are so fascinating. If it weren't for Brother Seryosha, where would he have had the opportunity to eat these delicacies that only big people can enjoy.

Yakov drove the glittering Gas 69 along the wide Vova River Boulevard, and vaguely felt that something was wrong. This feeling intensified after turning right at a red street light, and he saw a black Volga car slowly following him through the rearview mirror, and he deliberately slowed down after turning into a small alley again at the end of the road, and the car also turned in, and also reduced his speed, not choosing to overtake. Yakov was even more sure of his judgment, he was indeed being targeted. Who are they? The police? KGB? Still is... It shouldn't be the KGB, and his own crime can't get into the eyes of the KGB. Whoever it is, you can't bring it to Seryosha, you have to get rid of them. Thinking of this, Yakov raised the speed, and the other party's Volga sedan also raised the speed, Yakov's Gas 69, after all, is a jeep, the chassis is relatively high, and the power is not as good as the Volga, so it suffers a little. Despite Yakov's skill, he never got out of the black Volga sedan.

Time is slowly passing, Yakov, who has never been able to get rid of it, is a little anxious, careless car went the wrong way, turned into an abandoned road, it is too late to turn around, Yakov can only drive forward, the road is in disrepair, some potholes, Yakov was shocked in the car a little nauseous, but this instead played the advantages of this gas, this is an off-road vehicle after all, although it is a straight road, Volga is not good here, was thrown off the distance.

The front is the end of this road, Yakov is nervous, what is in front of him knows, there is a dangerous bridge, there is a 3-meter-long gap on the bridge deck, it is impossible to turn around, you can only fight, Yakov hung the gear to the maximum, stepped on the accelerator to the end, the engine began to roar, the whole car rattled loudly, I really doubt that this gas 69 will fall apart.

The car drove onto the bridge, Yakov held the steering wheel tightly, and the foot that stepped on the accelerator did not dare to let go, 20 meters, 10 meters, Yakov had already seen the gap, like a man-eating monster with a big mouth, it was too late to brake, Yakov screamed and closed his eyes and grabbed the steering wheel, he no longer had the courage to look at it. Yakov could feel himself flying, and then he was slammed into his seat. The car flew over the broken bridge without danger, and Yakov struggled to hold on to the steering wheel to stabilize the body. The car finally stopped. There was an emergency sound of brakes behind him, the Volga was not so brave, the car stopped at the break, and the people inside walked out.

Yakov glared at them fiercely, restarted the car, and drove away.