Reborn Russia As An Oligarch

"These people... are all real devils!"

Anton next to him said with lingering fear.

"Can it be better than special forces such as Russia's Signal Flag and Alpha?" Wang Ye asked in surprise.

Mao Zi's special forces are also famous in the world. Now Petrov actually leaves these special forces unused and chooses the Checheng Black Devil Army. This makes him a little hard to understand.

"Because they are the only ones who can be... cruel! Isn't this just enough to meet your requirements, boss, and make those bastards die less painfully? Besides, our Wagner Company also needs a group of people like this to do the dirty work. After finishing this matter, I plan to place those people in Checheng and open a base there to facilitate local recruitment. Their combat effectiveness cannot be underestimated, especially their identities. Many things will be handed over to them. It’s more convenient for them to do it,” Petrov explained.

Wang Ye finally understood.

He nodded, agreeing with Petrov's idea, "Then hurry up and do it. I hope to see the results soon."

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Wang Ye and the others are planning revenge, but those gangsters in San Francisco don't know that the shadows are approaching them.

Rashawn was the fat black guy who caused trouble that night. He was indeed a gang leader and was somewhat famous in San Francisco.

As for Lao Hei's gang, the most common business is selling D-products, and Lashawn and the others naturally do this as well.

After the conflict that night, Rashawn personally shot and killed the Russian guy who was very capable of fighting. He even bragged to his younger brothers afterwards.

"Haha, I have long said that those who have a bright future will follow me. These days, no matter how skilled you are, what's the use, I can kill you with one shot! The key is to have money and a gun! Even if I kill a person, I am not Nothing happened at all, those losers at the police station, they should know that I did this, but do they dare to mess with me?"

Rashawn's words must be bragging. The reason why the police department didn't trouble him was not because they didn't dare to mess with him, but because they wanted to really convict Rashawn. It was troublesome to collect evidence and they were too lazy to spend the money. Just do it with so much energy.

"The boss is awesome. At that time, that kid was quite aggressive. He beat a few of us one by one and was still able to beat us. Haha, in the end, he was shot down by the boss. Seeing the boss mercilessly empty out a magazine, it was simply unbelievable. It’s so exciting!”

"Boss, we can't be careless. I feel like those people are quite rich and come from Russia. They probably won't let us go."

Some of Rashawn's men are also worried that this matter is not over yet.

But Rashawn didn't take it to heart at all. He patted his belly and laughed: "Not only are you a nigga, you are also a coward! You know, this is our American territory, and it is not the turn of the Russians to run wild. !”

"Nigger" is called "Nigger" in English. If a white or yellow person dares to shout this name, the black man will fight you for his life, because this is racial discrimination against them!

But if old men and black men call each other, it's just a joke. It's normal, and old men and women often call each other like this.

"Okay, let's all gather in advance tomorrow night. We are going to pick up a batch of goods at the junkyard in the suburbs. Business is getting better and better now. There are more goods to be picked up this time. Everyone should be vigilant and bring the guys with you. ." Rashawn instructed.

"Haha, in San Francisco, does anyone still dare to take advantage of us? Who doesn't know that you, boss, are ruthless and can kill people without batting an eyelid." One of his subordinates quickly flattered us.

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The next day, that is, on the night of October 23, Rashawn and his gang got together, took three cars, and set off to the scrapyard in the suburbs.

There, they were going to pick up a new batch of goods, and the person delivering the goods was also an old friend.

So Rashawn and the others didn't think too much and just regarded it as a normal purchase transaction.

In the middle car, Rashawn was sitting in the back seat smoking a cigar. The boy next to him was carrying two suitcases with beautiful knives in them!

"Qiao, is the case of the Russian kid last time all right?" For some reason, Rashawn suddenly thought of this and asked the assistant sitting in the passenger seat.

This assistant is considered the most educated person in the gang. It is said that he studied law at a community college.

Therefore, he handles all the superficial matters of the gang.

"It's all over now. The police didn't even find us. The guys at the nightclub just said they didn't know us, haha." Qiao turned around and smiled.

Rashawn nodded, completely relieved, took a comfortable drag on his cigar, and turned to look at the scenery outside the window.

Of course, apart from the lights of the city in the distance, nothing else could be seen now.

Soon, the convoy arrived at an abandoned car park about ten kilometers away from the city.

There are all kinds of scrapped vehicles here, and there are no other buildings within two or three kilometers nearby. It is very remote and quiet, and it is definitely an excellent place for D-product trading.

And the transportation is convenient, so if the police come, it will be easy to escape!

Rashawn's motorcade drove straight to a dilapidated warehouse deep in the parking lot.

When they arrived at the warehouse door, they did not rush to get out of the car. Instead, they collectively turned off the car lights, and then the front car flashed its headlights three times at the warehouse door.

Just after the flash, a light came from deep in the warehouse and flashed four times.

The connection codes match!

Rashawn and the others then safely turned off the engine and got out of the car. Surrounded by seven or eight other boys, they pushed open the ajar door of the warehouse and walked in.

There are piles of broken tires piled up in this warehouse. They should all be unloaded from scrapped trucks outside.

Just as Rashawn and the others walked in, the lights in the warehouse came on.

A middle-aged man wearing a wide-brimmed sun hat sat there. This was Rashawn's old friend, the "delivery man" from Mexico.

But what makes Lashawn feel a little strange is that when people like him have come in, why is that old friend still sitting there with his head down and not moving.

"Hey, Slim, you're not asleep, are you! Why are you alone? Where have all your men gone?" he asked with a smile.

However, his hand had quietly touched the holster on his waist.

"Bang!" There was a sound, and the warehouse door behind him was suddenly closed.

Rashawn's scalp went numb, and he quickly turned his head to look over, but didn't see anything strange.

Just when he was about to ask his subordinates to go over and take a look, he heard a slightly hoarse voice coming from deep in the warehouse.

Said in broken English: "Welcome to hell..."

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