Wan Feng leaned against the wall and closed his eyes for five or six minutes. Then a sound came from the room. Although the sound was not loud, Wan Feng could still hear it clearly.
"This Chinese guy can eat and drink, and now he even has the mind to sleep."
Someone started talking in Russian.
Wan Feng hadn't spoken a word of Russian since he entered the room. The people in the room probably thought he didn't understand Russian.
"Be quiet, doesn't he speak Russian?"
"Probably not. Didn't I see him speaking Chinese when he came?"
"So when do we start?"
"Wait until the middle of the night, when the prison guards are not patrolling, and then take action. We have to give the prison guards face anyway."
"How to deal with it?"
There was no sound, but Wan Feng saw through his squinting eyes that a person was wiping his neck.
"Actually, there's no need to make things so complicated. We can just let the guards release him and then randomly shoot him to death and then say he's escaped, right?"
Wan Feng was shocked. These bastards are so cruel!
If that happened, he wouldn't have any chance of survival. He could still fight off the punches, but he would be helpless if he was shot.
All of this was caused by that damn Qin Yuan. This guy must die!
If this guy doesn't die, there is no telling whether more Chinese people who come here to do business will be harmed by him in the future.
This guy has killed several people in China, so I am executing the criminal law on behalf of my motherland.
This guy has a home in Legaha. There are always a few days in a month... He always has to go to Legaha, and he always goes back and forth alone.
Legah is not far from Bu City, so let Shamilov tie this guy up with stones and throw him into the Longjiang River to feed the fish.
While Wan Feng was plotting against Qin Yuan, Yevgeny walked out of the police station.
Yevgeny means noble in Russian, but this guy named Yevgeny is not noble at all.
After get off work, Yevgeny drove his Volga and stopped at a restaurant. As Komsomolsk-on-Amur police chief, he held supreme power. Yevgeny couldn't quite figure out what that power could do, but it was a lot. But right now, it had only one purpose: free meals.
Even though these restaurants are state-owned, he will still eat there.
There is no restaurant of any size in Gongqingcheng that doesn't know him. Everyone knows that he likes to eat canned braised beef, fried pork chops, and caviar.
I also know that this guy is a real jerk. If you offend him today, he will find an excuse to cause trouble for you within tomorrow.
Therefore, when this guy comes, even if the hotel doesn't like him several times, he still has to be welcomed with a smile.
Yevgeny ordered these things and started to eat with relish, waving his knife and fork.
He had just stuffed a piece of beef into his mouth when he picked up the glass and tilted his head back to drink more than half a tael of vodka.
Yevgeny picked up the glass and drank it very quickly, but put it down much more slowly.
It was nothing, there was just one more person sitting opposite him.
Yevgeny didn't even notice how this person came and sat down.
The man had a big beard, like Marx's, with thick wrinkles on his face and a sun hat on his head.
Yevgeny put down his wine glass, picked up a pork chop with his knife, and put it into his mouth while asking, "Who are you? Why are you here in front of me?"
"A Chinese friend of mine was arrested by your police station last night. I hope he can be seen on the streets of Gongqingcheng tomorrow."
Yevgeny chewed the pork chop without answering. After he had swallowed it, he asked unhappily, "Are you ordering me around? Do you know who you're talking to?"
"Evgeny, Vladimir, Konstantin, the chief of police in Komsomolsk-on-Amur."
"How dare you speak to me in that tone now that you know who I am?"
"My friend was not arrested for breaking the law. He is innocent."
"Is it important for a Chinese person to be innocent?"
"important!"
Yevgeny put down his knife and fork, wiped his hands with his napkin, and then took out a pistol from his waist.
"You'll have one minute to get out of my sight!"
"So you're not going to let my friend go?"
Yevgeny raised his gun and pointed it at the man: "One..."
The bearded man stood up, glanced at Yevgeny, turned and walked out of the hotel.
Yevgeny proudly put away his pistol, picked up his knife and fork and continued eating.
In Gongqingcheng, except for a very few people or forces, no one else dared to confront him.
Half an hour later, Yevgeny walked out of the restaurant after having a good meal and a drink, and drove his car to a Khrushchev building in the suburbs of Komsomolsk-on-Amur.
This is the home of one of his mistresses.
After World War II, there was a large shortage of men in the Soviet Union, resulting in a serious imbalance in the ratio of men to women. It was common for a Soviet man to have several mistresses.
The Soviet authorities also knew that there were more women than men in the country, so they turned a blind eye to such things.
As the police chief, it was no secret that Yevgeny had several mistresses.
Yevgeny parked the car, went upstairs to the fourth floor and knocked on a door.
As the door opened, a charming girl in her twenties appeared inside.
Yevgeny stepped into the room.
The girl named Ksenia is more than twenty years younger than Yevgeny, but this does not prevent them from having an intimate relationship.
In the Soviet Union, it was very common for girls of sixteen or seventeen to date a man in his thirties or forties, and even then they might not be able to find a man.
Seeing Ksenia's young body, Yevgeny's half bottle of vodka triggered a chemical reaction, converting chemical energy into physical energy.
Several storms...that's impossible. Considering Yevgeny's age, it's nonsense to say that he has experienced several storms. He might die soon.
After the storm, everyone was exhausted like a dead dog.
Afterwards, Yevgeny really turned into a dead dog and soon began to snore.
Yevgeny had a dream. He dreamed that he was getting a haircut in a barber shop. He wanted a hairstyle that was popular at the time so that he could show his power and dominance.
But after his hair was done, he looked at himself in the mirror and was stunned.
The damn barber actually shaved his head bald.
Yevgeny was furious. He didn't have much hair to begin with, and the barber actually shaved off the little hair he had.
This was intolerable, and he wanted to put the barber in jail.
The damn barber actually picked up a bucket of water and poured it on his head.
Yevgeny suddenly woke up with a start.
It turned out to be a dream!
Yevgeny was just about to turn over and go back to sleep when he suddenly felt something was wrong.
Because there was indeed water pouring down on his head, dripping like a light rain.
Is it raining outside or is the house leaking?
I don’t seem to hear the sound of rain outside.
Yevgeny scratched his head subconsciously, and when his hand touched his scalp, it slipped.
Yevgeny was startled and rubbed his head quickly several times.
Something that I just dreamed of has become a reality.
He's gone bald, gone bald, bald! Bald...!
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