Reborn Russia As An Oligarch

Rashawn was startled and reached out to pull out his gun.

Unfortunately, Rashawn stopped before the gun was drawn.

Because he found that on top of the piles of scrap tires on both sides, a group of people had stood up without knowing it, all holding AK47s in their arms, and the black muzzles were facing them...

These people were all dressed in black, with big beards on their faces, and their eyes were as fierce as hungry wolves.

Rashawn had no doubt that as long as he dared to draw his gun again, those people would shoot without hesitation!

He quickly raised his hand, "Hey! Hey, friends, don't do anything. Is there some misunderstanding? I shouldn't blame you."

I swear to God, Rashawn has never seen these people. There are no such vicious gangs here in San Francisco.

Especially the appearance of these people, they look like the legendary "KB elements"!

He has never provoked such a cruel person...

The people on the piles of tires on both sides said nothing, but there was a sound of footsteps from the front, and a man who was not tall but extremely strong walked out.

This man's clothes and appearance were the same as those others, he was all bearded.

Obviously, this person should be the leader.

"Haha, you really haven't offended us." The bearded leader said hoarsely.

Judging from the accent, the words "Welcome to hell" just now must have been what he said.

When Rashawn heard this, he quickly forced a smile on his face, "That's a misunderstanding! We came here just to buy some goods. You see, we came with money."

As he spoke, he quickly motioned to the boy next to him to place the two suitcases on the ground, and opened the suitcases, revealing a collection of beautiful knives inside!

Rashawn is not stupid if he can get along with the gang boss.

He had thought about it. If he could use these two boxes of beautiful knives to escape unscathed, it would be a very good deal!

As a result, the bearded leader didn't even look at the two boxes of knives on the ground. Instead, he reached out and put his hand on the shoulder of Slim, who was still sitting in the chair, the man who sold goods to Rashawn.

He smiled and said, "Don't you care what happens to your old friend?"

Rashawn thought to himself, he has nothing to do with me. Now I just want to run away safely...

But on the surface, it was obvious that he couldn't say that. He could only force out a smile and said: "Ah... he is not my friend. The relationship between me and him is just a buying and selling relationship, so we are not familiar with him."

Rashawn is trying his best to distance himself from Slim. He seriously doubts that the current group of bearded men are here for Slim.

Because I have never met these people before, so there should be no grudges.

Therefore, he must not say that he is familiar with Slim. He is afraid that these bearded men will get angry with him...

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The bearded leader didn't say anything, but reached out and pushed Slim's head from behind.

What happened next left Rashawn in shock.

Because there was only a "dong" sound, a head fell down and rolled to his feet!

Rashawn looked down and saw Slim on the ground staring at him...

In an instant, Rashawn felt the hairs all over his body stand up. He clamped his legs together and felt a stream of heat flowing down his thighs!

Not only was he frightened, but the younger brothers behind him were even more unbearable.

There was already a "crack-crack" sound of teeth clashing together. Without turning around, the boys must have almost lost their footing.

"He...you...you killed him, killed Slim." Rashawn said tremblingly.

In fact, Rashawn wouldn't be so scared if he just killed Slim.

He has also killed people with his own hands, so he will not be too scared because of this. What he is afraid of is this method of killing!

Shooting someone is easy, but cutting someone's head off...

Rashawn really didn't dare.

He no longer dared to look up at the bearded leader, because in his heart, he was simply a devil!

He was afraid that he would anger the other party and end up like Slim!

"Hey, he shouldn't have ended up like this, but who made me hate Dealer D? I can only send him to meet his God. Rashawn, do you know why we came to you?" The bearded leader asked again.

Rashawn's mind went blank. When the other party called out his name, Rashawn knew that the worst thing had happened!

The other party came for me...

Otherwise, it is impossible for the other party to know his name!

He stretched out his hand suddenly towards his waist. Seeing the cruel methods of the other party, he probably wouldn't let him go, so he might as well fight to the death!

As a result, as soon as his hand touched the holster, he heard a muffled "bang" sound. Rashawn felt a sharp pain in his right hand and shouted "ouch".

Looking down, he saw that his right wrist had been broken!

The few boys behind had already crowded into a pile of fear, and no one dared to make any move. When had they ever seen this scene before?

The bearded man walked up to LaShawn, calmly reached out and pulled out LaShawn's pistol from his waist, took one look at it and threw it aside.

During the whole process, Rashawn was holding his broken right hand, sweating all over his face, gritting his teeth and not daring to make a sound.

But his trembling body betrayed him...

"Have you forgotten that just a week ago, the hotel you were in the city center...what was it called..., the name is not important, shot and killed a Russian young man in the alley at the back entrance of a nightclub. "The bearded man continued to ask in his hoarse and weird English.

Rashawn's heart trembled, it turned out to be because of this!

He slowly raised his head, laughed miserably and said, "Is it because of him? Who is he? Can he let me die?"

At this point, Rashawn no longer had any hope. He knew that he would not be able to walk out of this scrapyard alive today!

In this case, it's better to ask for a clear explanation, and save yourself from losing your life because you don't know why.

"Haha, that young man is not a big shot, he is just an ordinary Russian veteran. But you must not have forgotten the other person who was also present that night. The one who looks like Asian, he is the big shot. I This time I came here because I was entrusted by him." The bearded leader said unhurriedly.

He did not hide the truth from Rashawn and told the truth.

Rashawn's eyes widened and he asked in disbelief: "That young man...is a big shot?"

He really couldn't understand it, because he still remembered that young man who looked fair and gentle, but he didn't look like a big shot!