Soviet Godfather

Upon receiving the news that Boris was injured, Seryozha hurried to the hospital, and saw Tonya crying on the hospital bench, his beige coat was stained with dark red blood, which slid down his face Her tears and blood mixed together, making her delicate face look dirty.

Dongnia threw herself into Sergey's arms, and burst into tears. Sergey touched his back to comfort her, and looked anxiously at the door of the operating room.

After a while, Yakov, Mikhail, Yuri and Petrov's father also rushed to the hospital. Everyone anxiously waited for news from the operating room in the corridor of the hospital. Seryozha couldn't stop the anger in his heart, and he secretly blamed himself for acting earlier.

The door of the operating room opened slowly, and Boris was slowly pushed out by the doctor, with tubes inserted all over his body. Everyone surrounded the doctor to inquire about Boris' situation.

"The patient is out of danger and is still in a coma, mainly due to excessive blood loss..." Seryozha didn't listen to the latter words, as long as he knew that Boris was fine, he was satisfied. He bid farewell to Tonya, head He strode away from the hospital without looking back.

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In the evening, a truck stopped slowly on the side of the road, and the driver inside jumped out of the car in a panic, walked quickly into the bushes by the roadside, unbuttoned his pants, and there was a sound of running water When the sound sounded, the driver cried out comfortably, whistling in his mouth. When the driver was most relaxed, the driver suddenly felt his chin being hugged from the back. Then a sharp dagger was pressed against the driver's throat.

"Don't move! Otherwise you will die." Seryozha said viciously. He also lifted the blade up, and a drop of blood slid down the blade and dripped on the driver's clothes.

"Don't kill me, you have something to say." The driver was suddenly taken aback and begged for mercy.

"What's on your car?" Seryozha asked viciously.

"I don't know either. I'm only responsible for transporting goods from the port back to the company." The driver replied.

"Who do these goods belong to? Don't tell me you don't know. If you lie to me, I will kill you." Sergey Sha asked again.

"It belongs to Mr. Popov. He is a big man. You'd better not mess with him. I belong to him?" The driver actually threatened Sergey in turn. Sergey was very upset, and the strength in his hands increased. After a while, the blade pierced the skin, and the blood flowed a little more, but it was not fatal. The driver actually cried out, and the crotch was already wet, and he couldn't stop saying nice words.

Seryozha didn't intend to kill him, he raised his hand, knocked the driver unconscious to the ground, took out the rope and tied the guy firmly to the tree. Seryozha took off the driver's overalls and put them on himself. This makes it easier to sneak into that warehouse. Seryosha opened the cargo box and put the ammonium nitrate he had prepared into it. Lock the hatch and drive the truck down the road of the day.

Soon Sergey came to the yard that day. It was already dark. Sergey lowered the brim of his hat and put on a mask to prevent others from recognizing him. The workers opened the gate, and Sergey drove slowly. After entering the yard, under the guidance of a worker, the car slowly stopped at the gate of a warehouse. It was the warehouse c that Sergey Sha sneaked into the other day. He just turned off the engine. Someone came over and knocked on the car door, and said to the car, "Andre, why is it so late today? Did something happen on the road?"

Seryozha didn't answer, he just waved his hand out the window, then pointed to the mask and coughed twice, the man stopped talking, went to the back of the car and directed the workers to unload the goods. Seryozha put the seat down and lay down on the driver's seat. The lights in the cab were turned off, and Seryozha waited quietly inside. No one came to talk to him, and no one found anything unusual, and things went very smoothly.

After about half an hour,

Someone came over and signaled Seryozha to drive the car away. Seryozha restarted the car, and a worker guided him to park in the parking lot. The person who said hello just now came again and said to Seryozha: "Andrei, come down and have a drink and relax." Seryozha pretended to be looking for something important, and motioned for the person to go first, and the person He left without saying anything, and when everyone was gone, Sergey slipped out of the cab and hid as fast as he could. It was pitch black, and no one noticed anything.

Seryozha hid in the dark and watched, time was passing by. Seryozha was very patient, and slowly waited for the workers who had just moved the goods to leave the warehouse. The person Seryozha was going to deal with was Popov. , not these stevedores. The night was getting deeper and deeper, and no one could be seen in the yard. Seryozha secretly took out the remote control from his pocket and pressed the button. Immediately afterwards, a loud sound came from the warehouse, and the fireball shot straight into the sky, the iron roof was blown away, and the scorching flames engulfed everything in the warehouse. The fire illuminated the entire fire scene, and the workers ran out of the dormitory one after another, carrying all kinds of things to fight the fire. Seryozha looked at it for a while, a satisfied smile leaked from the corner of his mouth, took off his work clothes, threw them on the ground, turned and left.

. . .

At three o'clock in the morning, the phone at Popov's house rang endlessly, and the sound made Popov extremely angry. What is it that came to him in the middle of the night. He angrily picked up the receiver and growled: "You idiots, what the hell are you calling me in the middle of the night?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Popov, something serious happened. There was an explosion in the warehouse." The voice on the other end of the phone said cautiously.

"What did you say, there was an explosion, how could it explode, could it be caused by that bastard's smoking, I'm going to kill you?" Popov roared, his heart was bleeding, how much would it cost. . .

Popov threw down his phone and didn't bother to change his clothes. He drove the car and rushed towards the warehouse. When he arrived at the scene panting, he looked at the burned warehouse with unspeakable anger in his heart. Anxiety and fear made it difficult for him to breathe. Although the loss was a bit big this time, the Popov family has a strong family and can afford it. The key is the hailuoyin in the warehouse. Those things are not his, but a group of He was just transporting the goods from the Italians. Now that the bombs are gone, those people will not let him go.

The person in charge of the warehouse ran up to Popov in fear, and just about to say something, Popov slapped him back and knocked him down to the ground. No one around dared to step forward to stop him.