The city of Bu must have its own spokesperson, but it is a bit difficult to find one now.
The ports between China and Russia have been closed for many years, and the two sides are in a very unfamiliar situation. They are still in the initial stage of contact and mutual exploration.
If we send someone over here to develop the business, the development period will be longer as he is unfamiliar with the place. It would be better to find a local agent to provide support and shorten the time.
"I observed Shabilov carefully while we were asking questions. He's shrewd and cunning, and I saw the ambition to rise to the top in his eyes. The only thing I don't know now is how courageous he is. If he has a certain amount of courage, I think he's a promising talent."
"Why don't we find a gang of a certain size to support us? Wouldn't that save a lot of effort? How long would it take to help someone like this guy get promoted?"
Yang Jianguo’s question is also a problem.
"I've thought about it. It's certainly easier to support an existing gang to dominate Bu City, but their loyalty isn't optimistic. These guys are completely devoid of humanity and can change their minds faster than turning the pages of a book. If they take our money and then turn against us, we'll be at a disadvantage on their territory. Supporting someone like Shabilov would be much less risky. He's already at the bottom of the social ladder, destitute. And from what I've seen, he was distracted while answering our questions, his eyes flickering around as if he were afraid of being seen. I'm sure he's caused trouble in Bu City. Do you think he'll be treacherous if we support him to a high position?"
Han Guangjia nodded: "It seems to make sense, but it will take a long time to achieve what we want."
"That's not a problem. We can support him and do business with him at the same time, without any delay. Some people in the underground world don't need too much time to rise. We can first support him to become the leader of a region. As long as he has the final say in a region, the rest will be easy."
The plan to temporarily appoint Shamilov as the agent was thus established, but it also depends on whether he is suitable for the job and he still has to pass Wan Feng's test.
The tests include loyalty and courage.
Shamilov naturally didn't know that the Chinese youth was going to support him to be the agent of Bu City. He had just exchanged a map of the industrial distribution of Bu City for it. When he returned to his hiding place and was calculating how much reward he would get by handing it over to the Chinese youth tomorrow, there was a knock on the door.
Shamilov leaned his head against the crack in the door and looked out, groaning inwardly.
There were seven or eight people standing outside, and the tall guy leading them was Babulev.
"Shamilov! I know you are in there. Let's see where you can run this time. Come out by yourself or we will break down the door and rush in!" Babulyev shouted.
Shamilov sighed. Babulev had finally found his whereabouts. This time he couldn't run away.
The room he rented was only about 20 square meters in size and had only one window.
Although the curtains were drawn and I couldn't see outside, I could tell with my butt that there must be someone outside the window.
He had no place to run and was caught in a trap.
Shamilov took a deep breath and told himself to stay calm.
He retreated silently back under the bed, a cold light flashing in his eyes.
He pulled out a loaded double-barreled shotgun from under the bed, walked gently to the window, slowly lifted a corner of the curtain with his fingers, and peeked out secretly.
Sure enough, there were two big men standing outside the window with their hands in their pockets. Although he could not see any weapons, Shamilov knew that there must be weapons in the pockets of these two men.
"Shamilov! I'll count to three, and if you don't come out, we'll break down the door!"
Shamilov turned around, tied the luggage on the bed into a bundle, and went back to the window to hold his breath.
"Kachiatov, Belyukin, break the window for me!" Seeing no movement in the house, Babulyev issued an order.
"Yes!" The two big men outside the window kicked the window, but before their feet hit the window, the window opened with a bang.
Then a small, round, black object flew out and landed at the feet of Kachyatov and Belyukin.
"Oh no, there's a grenade!" Bie Liujin shouted, turned around and fell to the corner of the wall.
Kachiatov also turned and ran.
After a few seconds, there was no explosion, but a large amount of smoke and dust filled the place where the grenade landed.
"Don't be afraid! It's a smoke bomb, bastard! You actually have something like this? Ivanovich, break down the door!"
Before the person who announced the fate had finished speaking, a dark shadow was vaguely seen flying out of the window and flying away into the distance.
"Shamilov ran out of the window. Catch him! Don't let him get away!"
A group of people gathered at the door rushed into the smoke at the window with a bang.
When these people rushed into the smoke to catch people, Shamilov silently pulled the bolt, took a deep breath, opened the door suddenly, and fired a shot at the outside without even looking to see if there was anyone outside.
The hunting rifle was loaded with bird sand bullets, and the bird sand contained a lot of it. The reason why he loaded it with bird sand was not to kill the enemy, but to expand the killing area, create chaos for the enemy and facilitate his escape.
This shot was to prevent Babulev from leaving someone guarding the door.
A shot was fired, and then he rushed out the door, turned left and came to the wooden-clamped stick.
He had already made a gap here in advance so that a person could squeeze through it, so that he could escape.
Shamilov rushed to the gap, first went around to the side, and then bent down and got out of the gap.
"There he is, he ran away, chase him!"
When Shamilov came out of the gap, he saw a man guarding outside the stick running towards him. Without hesitation, he raised his hunting rifle and pulled the trigger at the man.
The man rolled to the side when he saw this.
Shamilov didn't care whether he hit anyone or not. After firing the gun, he ran into an alley for his life.
The people chasing from the yard reached the gap on the stick. The person in front felt his feet go weak when he was more than two meters away from the gap. He fell into a pit more than two meters deep with a plop, and then two more people fell down with a crackling sound.
When the people behind discovered the pit in front and went around it and got out of the yard through the gap, there was no trace of Shamilov.
Babulev came from behind and glanced hatefully at the person who fell into the pit.
"I finally found this bastard, but he got away again."
"Boss, Nisha just said to capture him and bring him back to marry her, but you said you'd strip him naked and freeze him outside for three days. Did you scare him to death?"
"Humph! If this brat isn't scared off, he'll bully my sister in the future. No! Keep looking. I won't be able to find him."
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