Rebirth without Regrets

Chapter 670 Contest (8)

"Needless to say, let's go!" Lovichev fired a few shots outside and said to his men: "Take the person to that place. If...if you can see him, tell him for me, I

He was not disappointed!”

The men didn't understand what Lovichev meant at all, and just shook their heads. Lovichev suddenly got angry, pressed the gun to his forehead, and said sternly: "Leave quickly, or I'll fucking kill you."

!”

Only then did his subordinates forcefully drag the limp man and run toward the nearest sparse forest on the left with his head lowered. While Lovichev looked at their retreating figures, a smile could not help but appear on his lips.

After firing a few more shots, there was a "bang!" sound, and Lovichev's hand hurt. A bullet was in the hand holding the gun, and the pistol immediately went away.

He felt a chill in his heart. It seemed that this time, things were really in danger.

Lovichev sat slumped on the ground, letting blood continue to pour out of the wound on his hand.

It had been a long time since he had tasted the feeling of being injured, and he had almost forgotten it. But how familiar was it all? That year, on an evening like today, he was trapped in a building by a group of gunmen sent by his enemies.

In the abandoned building, everyone was covered with injuries and they were out of ammunition and food. Just when they were about to despair, his sudden appearance changed everything.

It was this battle that made Lovichev famous in one fell swoop and laid a solid foundation for what he has today.

But what about today? Are miracles still happening again?

Thinking of this, Lovichev's eyes suddenly lit up, but then disappeared without a trace like a meteor in the sky, revealing a bit of the twilight glory of a hero at the end of his life, and a helpless bitter smile appeared on the corner of his resolute mouth -

- How can there be such a coincidence in the world? "He" cannot always stay by his side, he can always fall from the sky when he is in danger.

More than a dozen big men appeared around him, swarming up and pointing their guns at him. But Lovichev didn't even raise his head, he just lit a cigarette and took two puffs of it intoxicatedly.

.

"Haha, I haven't seen you for a few years, I didn't expect you to be the same as before!" A very familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ears, and Lovichev was shaken all over and raised his head.

The person who came was wearing a black leather coat, a peaked cap on his head, gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and piercing eyes. He was nearly fifty years old and looked like a sanctimonious scholar. He was followed by four particularly tough people.

He is a young man with a body as strong as an athlete's, and you can tell at a glance that he is a top-notch expert, which only adds to his domineering appearance.

The big men around him immediately bowed and saluted.

"Is it you?" "Seeing this person, the color on Lovichev's face drained away, and his heart sank.

"Yes, it's me!" The man squinted at Lovichev and said, "Old man, you didn't expect it to be me, did you? Haha, I'm back again!"

Lovichev quickly regained his composure and said proudly: "Kuznetsov, since bad luck has fallen into your hands, I have nothing to say, so just do it!"

Kuznetsov was surprised: "How come we haven't seen each other for several years and yet we feel so desperate when we see each other? After all, we have been old friends for more than ten years. Haha..."

"Don't give me these useless things. You were lucky a few years ago and you ran away, but I killed all your family with my own hands." A sneer appeared in the corner of Lovichev's mouth and he said indifferently:

"And your daughter, um, her name seems to be Lina, right? Her skin is so good, it feels so comfortable to the touch...

Kuznetsov's face changed drastically when he heard this, and he stared at Lovichev with a deep murderous intent in his eyes, which was extremely sharp, and there was an almost beastly impulse deeply hidden in it. However, he laughed and said:

"Yes, these years, I have been thinking every day whether to cut you into pieces or crush you into ashes to relieve the hatred in my heart. But if you can hand over that Mike, I might be able to be lenient and give you

A pleasure for you!"

"Mike?" Lovichev was stunned for a moment. He had no idea that Kuznetsov was actually coming for that wretched man from country M.

Kuznetsov was once a tycoon who dominated the Moscow underground underworld, but he lost the battle with Lovichev. He was wounded and fled without a trace. His whole family was also driven away by Lovichev and killed.

It can be said that Vicki has a deep hatred and will never stop fighting. But why is he so interested in this Mike?

Lovichev vaguely felt that there must be some secret hidden in this Mike, but unfortunately he knew nothing about it.

"Mike? What Mike?" Lovichev deliberately pretended to be stupid. He racked his brains, but he still couldn't think of a way to escape. Not to mention there were multiple pistols pointing at him behind him, but his hand was injured, so he was no match for the opponent.

Kuznetsov snorted coldly and said: "We know that people don't tell secrets. I knew it from the time you arranged the personnel to start the prison robbery. And the reason why your people were able to rescue Mike so smoothly was that I was also secretly involved

It helped a lot.”

"The snipe and the clam are fighting, and you are enjoying the advantage of the fishermen!" Lovichiev sighed and said unwillingly: "Your idea is quite good!"

"Haha, since you are charging ahead, I naturally have no choice but to sit back and enjoy the success." Kuznetsov said with an evil smile, a look of pride on his face.

"Don't say I don't know where he went. Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you!" Lovichev said lightly.

"You..." Kuznetsov was furious, but soon he took a deep breath and sneered: "You are delaying time just to wait for reinforcements, right?"

Lovichev suddenly changed his expression. He did have this idea. As the underground emperor of Moscow, this place was his territory. He believed that as long as he persisted for a while, a large number of people would soon kill him. But now he was

How could Kuznetsov not panic when he made the point?

"Don't waste your time. Do you know how I sneaked into Moscow? And how did I know your whereabouts? Moreover, you see there are gunshots and explosions here, but no police have come after all this time.

,don’t you find it strange?”

"Do you think I will believe you?" Having said that, Lovichev's eyes were flashing fiercely, and he seemed to have lost his bearings. Every word Kuznetsov said was like a bomb.

There was a huge wave in his heart.

Indeed, as the underground emperor of Moscow, he has huge power and many eyes and ears. It stands to reason that he should not be able to hide any slightest disturbance. However, when Kuznetsov, his life and death enemy, came to Moscow, he had no clue.

Know. Besides, no one close to him would know his whereabouts. How could Kuznetsov ambush him here in advance?

There must be a traitor.

What frightened him the most was the attitude of the police. Who among the policemen in Moscow, large and small, did not have something in their hands? Who did not benefit from their own hands? In a sense, all of these policemen

Driven by oneself. But today they are reluctant to come. Could it be that the government has reached a secret agreement with Kuznetsov and completely abandoned itself to support Kuznetsov? If this is the case, I have worked so hard.

The foundation built over many years of hard work will soon fall apart and disappear.

After a long moment of silence, Lovichev said in a stern voice: "You are lying, I don't believe it!"

"Believe it or not, it's up to you!"

Seeing Lovichev's gaffe, Kuznetsov felt an inexplicable pleasure in his heart. The feeling was like a cat teasing a mouse that he had obtained, which made him extremely excited.

The best way to retaliate against a person is not to take his life, but to completely destroy everything about him, causing him to suffer all kinds of blows until his spirit breaks down. This is far more tragic than destroying him physically.

At this time, a big man came over and whispered a few words in Kuznetsov's ear. Kuznetsov suddenly showed an expression of joy on his face. After waving away his men, he proudly said to Luo

Wichiff said: "Haha, do you want to hear the good news we just received?"

Looking at the bright smile on Kuznetsov's face, Lovichev couldn't help but feel a bad premonition in his heart, and suddenly felt chills all over his body.

"Our cute little Mike has been found by us. Along with him was one of your brave men who killed two of me before he died..."

Although he had already been prepared, when he heard Kuznetsov say it with his own ears, Lovichev was shocked. He didn't know if it was due to excessive blood loss. He swayed and almost fell to the ground.

Despite all his efforts, Mike still fell into the hands of Kuznetsov. At this moment, Lovichev felt that all his thoughts were lost and he had no thoughts at all.

"Haha, now that we have invited little Mike as we wished, you are of no use!" Kuznetsov's smile faded, his eyes flashed with a ruthless look that wanted to choose someone to devour.

, shouted coldly: "Please treat our great Mr. Lovichev well, remember, don't make him too comfortable. Haha, although Lovichev does not have a daughter, it seems that he has a lot of women...

"

But he didn't hear any reply. When he turned around, he saw a subordinate with a look of horror in his eyes, pointing behind him, but he was speechless. On the contrary, Lovichev's eyes were shining.

It shines with a strange light, just like a devout believer seeing God.

He was startled and turned around hurriedly. His feet suddenly stumbled and he almost fell to the ground, as if he was tripped by something. Kuznetsov quickly looked down and saw a corpse lying at his feet, with his throat cut.

The person was scratched, and blood was pouring out, but it was his own subordinate.

Kuznetsov took a breath of cold air and looked around carefully. Only then did he realize that all the people he had brought with him had fallen to the ground. They were scattered in different directions, but they were all so weird.

People are shocked.

In an instant, a cold air rushed up from the waist and along the backbone, and his face suddenly turned white.

A figure stood not far in front of him, like a ghost in the dark night. His appearance could not be clearly seen, but he could see his eyes that were as bright as stars. Those eyes were slightly squinted in the wind, narrowing into a hazy and weird look.

expression.

Everything is filled with a mystery that oozes from the very core.

The wind is still wild and the air is extremely cold, which adds to the indifferent and solemn atmosphere. It makes people feel guilty and breathless.

The figure took two steps forward and stepped on the ground, making a strange crunching sound.

"You...what...who are you?" Kuznetsov swallowed subconsciously and slowly backed away. It seemed that the further away from the other party, the safer he felt. He was trembling slightly.

There was an indescribable sense of panic in his voice.

He has experienced countless tests of life and death in his life, but he has never experienced such a weird and terrifying scene. He did not hear any movement, but the dozens of men he brought out in the hail of bullets were all killed.

Although he held a gun in his hand, he didn't have the courage to shoot. His palms couldn't help but sweat.

But he didn't wait for any reply. Instead, he saw a dazzling trajectory sliding through the void. Blood splattered. Kuznetsov's eyes showed panic and unwillingness. He covered his throat with hot blood gushing out and said, "

"After taking a few steps back, my foot slipped and I fell into the river beside the road. Immediately, a large area of ​​the river was dyed red with blood.