My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 220 Murderous Intent

Meanwhile, Qin Yuan's vehicle was heading towards the Far East Trade headquarters in Moscow.

After closing the group chat, he quickly contacted Wu Weiguo via private chat.

"Brother Yuan, I've already contacted Brother Bin and the others."

Wu Weiguo's message was brief: "They have all come out safely, and the people from the Kuznetsov Design Bureau are also safe. Brother Bin felt that the opportunity was once in a lifetime, so he had the rocket engine mixed in with a bunch of parts at the bearing factory and sent to the airport."

"With the KGB's protection, everything went smoothly."

Qin Yuan was quite surprised to hear this news.

Binzi is truly skilled and daring. He was just released from the Security Committee's black jail, yet he was able to quickly grasp the situation and take advantage of it to send the rocket engine out.

The rocket engine is crucial to the subsequent $200 million.

This cannot be allowed to fail.

Qin Yuan calmly replied, "Alright, just send the rocket engine out."

"Have Binzi and Gangzi return to Moscow from Kuibyshev immediately. We're about to make a big move."

On the other end of the screen, Wu Weiguo was clearly already impatient: "Brother Yuan, when are you coming back? Because of your disappearance, several groups of people from Moscow have come to our hotel to inquire about the situation."

At this moment, news from St. Petersburg had not yet reached Moscow.

A large number of people were extremely concerned about Qin Yuan's safety.

Because if Qin Yuan dies, or is convicted by the KGB.

So, whether it's the various goods stored in that huge warehouse in the center of Moscow, or brands like Far East Kvass and Jeanswest that were bestsellers in the Soviet Union.

In an instant, it will become easy prey in the eyes of countless hungry wolves.

Therefore, at this moment, some people want Qin Yuan to come out.

But many more people were hoping that Qin Yuan would die in St. Petersburg.

These people are probably itching to pounce and share the spoils.

Qin Yuan glanced at his watch. "About two hours left."

"In the meantime, you should focus on calming everyone down and extinguishing any trouble that arises. If any local gangs in Moscow try to take advantage of the situation..."

"Don't be shy, tonight I'll allow you to kill someone."

Qin Yuan's words, in written form, were directly seen by Wu Weiguo.

At that moment, Wu Weiguo, who was in Moscow, immediately showed an undisguised excitement in his eyes.

With a sharp weapon in the body, the murderous heart starts from the beginning.

He possessed great martial prowess, yet he could only watch helplessly as Qin Yuan was taken away by the KGB.

Then I heard that Binzi and Gangzi had been arrested.

He had been holding back for a long time.

In addition, there were flies that kept coming to harass us, trying to find out the truth about Far East trade.

He really couldn't hold back anymore.

At the Chekhov Hotel, Chen Jianhua, who was closest to Wu Weiguo, keenly noticed something unusual about him.

His heart skipped a beat, and he asked, "Brother Weiguo, what's wrong?"

Wu Weiguo said coldly, "Jianhua, didn't you say before that there were always suspicious people watching the warehouse?"

Chen Jianhua nodded and said, "It's not just the warehouse, but also the Ochakov factory outside Moscow. Ivan just called to say that several local businessmen came to their factory to discuss cooperation."

"They call it cooperation, but it's actually a forced sale, an attempt to monopolize our Tsar Kvass supply."

"Great!" Wu Weiguo cracked his knuckles, making a soft cracking sound. "As soon as Brother Yuan 'got into trouble,' these snakes, insects, and rodents couldn't wait a moment longer and all of them popped out!"

Chen Jianhua said with great concern: "Now the whole city knows that the KGB took Yuan Ge away, and something has also happened to Kuibyshev."

"How could those who were envious of our business before possibly let this opportunity slip by?"

"And it's not just these people, even people in our school's team keep asking me if Brother Yuan is in any trouble."

"Right now, everyone in the Far East trade is in a state of panic."

Wu Weiguo patted his shoulder and lowered his voice, "Don't worry, Brother Yuan is fine. He's on his way back now." "What?!" Chen Jianhua was both surprised and delighted, almost shouting out loud, but he managed to hold back in time and eagerly asked, "Really? When will Brother Yuan arrive?"

He was so excited that he even forgot to ask about the source of the information.

"We should be there in about two hours." Wu Weiguo's tone was icy, sharp as a blade about to be drawn. "Keep the news under wraps, don't let it leak out. I want to see just how many monsters and demons will finally jump out tonight!"

Chen Jianhua instantly understood Wu Weiguo's intention.

This is a plan to lure the snakes out of their hole and catch them all in one fell swoop!
He suppressed his excitement and a hint of unease, and nodded emphatically: "I understand!"

Wu Weiguo said no more and glanced at the somewhat noisy hotel lobby.

Pan Shiyi, Yi Xiaodi, Wang Gongquan, and other newly joined core members gathered in a corner and discussed in hushed tones, their faces filled with worry.

Wang Haiyang, Natasha, Li Xiangqian, and other veteran members of the team, whether sitting or standing, could not hide their anxiety.

Andrei led Soviet security personnel who vigilantly guarded all entrances and exits.

As for the Chinese traders staying at the hotel, they all knew, to varying degrees, about Qin Yuan being taken away through different channels.

These people whispered among themselves in twos and threes, and an uneasy atmosphere, like the impending storm, filled the air.

Wu Weiguo walked straight to Andrei's side and gave instructions in fluent Russian in a low but quick voice: "Andrei, pick five of your most trusted and ruthless brothers, bring your weapons, and come with me to the warehouse in the city center."

Andrei, a veteran who had experienced the Afghan war, instantly read that familiar signal in Wu Weiguo's eyes, a signal that he was about to be engaged in battle.

He didn't ask any further questions, but simply nodded emphatically: "Understood! Prepare immediately!"

A few minutes later, a slightly worn Volga sedan silently drove out of the back alley of the Chekhov Hotel and disappeared into the deep Moscow night.

On the bus, Wu Weiguo closed his eyes to rest, but his muscles were tense, like a cheetah ready to pounce.

Andrei and five other elite Soviet bodyguards silently checked the pistols and daggers they carried. The atmosphere inside the car was so heavy it could drip water.

They all knew that tonight, bloodshed was very likely.

As Chen Jianhua reported, the Far East Trade's large warehouse in the heart of Moscow was being watched closely by several pairs of malicious eyes. The warehouse contained in-demand goods worth millions of rubles.

From Jeanswest jeans and Far Eastern kvass to various Chinese-made daily necessities, canned goods, and leather jackets, this place is the most important logistics hub and symbol of wealth for Far Eastern trade in Moscow.

Rumors that Qin Yuan had been taken away by the KGB spread like wildfire, making many forces that were already eyeing this prize unable to hold back any longer.

Several underground gangs in Moscow, some "gray" businessmen with ties to the government, and even some opportunistic petty bureaucrats are all eager to make their move.

They might not dare to rob openly, but creating an "accidental" fire, provoking a conflict with the warehouse guards, or forcibly breaking in under the guise of "inspection" or "seizure" and then taking advantage of the chaos to rob are all common tricks they use.

Wu Weiguo's mission is to guard this place and wait for Qin Yuan's return.

Anyone who dares to reach out at this time will be met with the most ruthless and swift strike.

Qin Yuan's words, "Tonight, I allow you to kill," gave him the greatest authorization and confidence.

Meanwhile, Qin Yuan was on his way back.

After the closing ceremony, he pondered the next steps in his plan.

Now, due to the sudden intervention of the Security Committee, his situation in the Soviet Union has changed dramatically.

However, for him, this was also an opportunity.

With the power of the KGB and figures like Sobček, he was well able to reap even greater rewards amidst the collapse of the Soviet Union.

Just as I was thinking about these things, the car suddenly braked hard!

Qin Yuan opened his eyes instantly, his gaze sweeping forward: "Major Perkov, what happened?"

Perkov, sitting in the passenger seat, reacted extremely quickly, pulling a Makarov pistol from inside his trench coat almost simultaneously with braking.

With a "click," it was neatly cocked.

He turned to look at Qin Yuan, his expression grave, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Qin, there's a large tree lying across the middle of the road ahead. Something's not right. Be careful, I'll send someone to check it out first."

In the escort vehicle following behind, a KGB operative nimbly jumped out and cautiously approached the fallen trees ahead.

However, the instant his figure was exposed to the beam of the car headlights—

"boom!"

A bullet pierced the man's head right in front of Qin Yuan.

(End of this chapter)