Chapter 255

The impact of the "seven hour nuclear war" on the world is much greater than that of the last "whisky and ice" incident. In addition, the price of the US dollar and gold deviated from each other. This time, Xie liaosha's profit was far greater than that of the last time. With this money, many problems will be solved.

However, more money is only a number. For Xie liaosha, the most urgent task is to get rid of the inefficient way of money laundering as soon as possible. It's not that Xie liaosha didn't want to stop all his business. However, this is not realistic at all, because even if he doesn't want to do it, his clients will force him to continue to do it. Apart from other things, the officers of the border defense forces who smuggle oil with him, and the officials of Uzbekistan have been used to the existence of Nikolay. If Nikolay suddenly disappears, Then Mikhail and Yakov, as Nikolay's agents, are in dire straits.

Chuerbanov quickly got his share. Looking at the long string of zeros on his account, chuerbanov was very excited. He raised his account certificate and said to seryosa with great feeling: "do you know what this means? It's hope, freedom and a beautiful future!"

Xie liaosha nodded with approval. Now it's his turn to admire chuerbanov. Xie liaosha also hopes to break free from the net woven by money and live a carefree life like him.

However, he did not expect that his plan for a new worker's village in Moscow would soon face a strong challenge. This challenge comes from the Moscow lawbreaker, "little Japan" Vyacheslav Ivankov.

Xie liaosha's new Worker Village considered all the problems, but not the problems of the gangs in the south of the city. On the streets of Moscow, especially in the areas far away from the city, the worst thing to do is not the police of the Ministry of the interior, but the gangs everywhere.

It is said that during the Olympic Games, chuerbanov once reached an agreement with the gangs to temporarily solve the problem of public security in Moscow.

The new Moscow workers' village in shariosha is close to Ivankov's site, which makes Ivankov feel extremely uncomfortable. The construction of the project suddenly brings in many strangers, which makes Ivankov's business face the risk of leakage. He does not allow anyone to enter his territory without his permission, and even Ivankov, the government, will not buy it.

Ivankov once let his hand down to warn the construction company who participated in the project, but his staff obviously did not understand the importance Ivankov attached to this matter. They just made a few small damages and by the way, the thief fished out a little money to enrich his pocket, that's all.

However, Ivankov has never been involved in this matter. It was not until another four construction companies joined in and the scope of construction was further expanded that Ivankov noticed the things here.

Ivankov felt that he was going to give Petrov some advice. He felt that the old man was too ungrateful. Didn't he know what business he was doing? People all over the city are focused on the construction of new worker's villages on their own land and how to continue their business.

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In the early morning, a heavy bulk cement mixer was driving slowly towards the project site of Moscow workers' new village from outside the city. When the car was about to enter the large area of unfinished buildings in the south of the city, suddenly the driver found that the road ahead had been blocked.

A group of people with hard hats and iron bars gathered on the road. There were several cement piles in front of them. The strong light was shining on the driver's seat, and the driver couldn't open his eyes.

"Hiss..." a sudden attack of the brake sound sounded, the driver quickly stopped the car, he did not know what was going on in front.

"You, come down and talk!" A man in a sports jacket pointed to the driver with an iron bar and said viciously.

"Boss, what's the matter?" The mixer driver knows he's met with gangsters, but he doesn't know what they want to do. So we can only do what the other party wants.

"Boss, I have something to say!" The driver took out a few rubles from his pocket and presented them with both hands. It's not that the driver is timid. In fact, it's a big night now, and there are no shops in the village. Even if these people kill themselves, no one will know.

"Don't do this. I'll tell you. Our boss wants to ask you drivers to help us! As long as you are obedient, there will be nothing for you! " The other side threatened and put the money into his pocket.

"Sure, I'm sure it's done right, as long as you can let me go!" Agitator driver nervous said.

"Well, now pour out all the cement you've pulled over, and drive your car away for me!" Said the man in the sports jacket.

"Ah, pour it out? Where, on the road? " The truck driver asked, half worried and half confused.

"Don't talk nonsense, let you pour, you pour, also want to eat a few punches is how?" The jacket man roared impatiently.

"Yes, I'll do it right away!" The driver quickly climbed into the car. The jacket man waved and two more guys came. One of them also climbed into the car, and the other began to direct the driver to reverse.

The mixer driver can only play the steering wheel honestly, and he will do whatever the other party asks him to do. Anyway, the cement is also national, and his own life is important. It can't be done for the sake of the public. Precast concrete can take his own life.

The car soon lost its direction on the open road. The guy who directed the car to reverse looked at the position of the car and gave an OK gesture to his companion.

"All right, now put that thing in the back of your car up for me. Hurry up!" The guy in the car said impatiently.

The driver didn't dare to have any hesitation. He pressed the switch on the car, and soon the churning bucket behind the car was slowly erected, and dozens of tons of cement began to pour down, all of which fell on the road.

More than ten minutes later, the mixer driver finished pouring all the precast concrete according to the other party's instructions. The guy on the truck said to the driver, "I remember you. If you dare to come again next time, don't blame us for being black handed! Where are you from now? Get back to where you are! "

"Never again!" Said the driver, with a cold sweat on his head. He wanted to send plague as quickly as the guy on the car sent down, and then a foot throttle, the fastest speed to escape here.

On this night, almost all the roads leading to the workers' new village construction workers are performing this scene. The workers waiting for the materials on the construction site know that they didn't wait for the arrival of a cement mixer at dawn.