My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 221 The Dragon of the Far East (Part 2)

One fatal blow! Clean and swift!

This is definitely not the kind of tactic that ordinary bandits or local bullies would employ.

They are highly trained professional assassins, and judging from the gunshots, there is more than one enemy lying in ambush in the woods!
Without a doubt, this was a meticulously planned ambush!

"Enemy attack! Take cover!" Major Perkov roared, his voice laced with suppressed anger.

Damn it, someone actually dared to ambush their KGB convoy on Soviet territory?
I am simply tired of living!
He flung open the car door, nimbly ducking behind it as cover. His Makarov pistol, barely aimed, fired in rapid succession, "Bang! Bang! Bang!" relying on experience and intuition, in the direction the bullets had come from.
The gun barrels spat fire, making them particularly conspicuous in the night.

Gunshots rang out suddenly, like popping beans, completely shattering the deathly silence on the suburban highway.

The three KGB operatives in the vehicle behind reacted extremely quickly. Almost at the same time that Perkov fired his gun, they kicked open the car door, rolled out of the vehicle, and each took cover by the tires, hood, and other objects. They then engaged in a fierce firefight with the attackers who were hiding in the dense woods on the right side of the road!

“Da da da!” “Bang! Bang!”

The sharp whistling of bullets ripped through the night sky, striking the steel plates and windows of the Volga sedan, scattering blinding sparks. The car windows shattered instantly, scattering debris all over the ground.

Qin Yuan was pulled down by Perkov and almost forced to curl up in a relatively safe corner under the back seat.

His face was as cold as frost, but strangely, his heart was unusually calm.

The more critical the situation, the faster his brain works.

who is it?

At this crucial moment when he had just reached a deep cooperation agreement with the KGB and was about to return to Moscow to make his mark, why would they use such a professional assassin to ambush him?
They were his business rivals, such as the local smugglers whose living space was squeezed by Far East trade.

Or were they Soviet bureaucrats or factory leaders whose interests he had greatly affected?
Or perhaps... another force within the camp of Director Ekaterina, with whom he had just reached a "cooperation" agreement, wants to betray him, double-cross him, and monopolize the huge future profits?

Or perhaps... an even more startling conjecture comes to mind.

These attackers are not "natives" of this world at all!
To achieve such a precise long-range sniper kill in the pitch-black night with extremely low visibility...

Besides top-tier snipers who have undergone rigorous long-term training, there is another possibility—players!
Only players can quickly master the skills of a sharpshooter by leveraging the rapid learning ability and attribute point bonuses granted by the system!
Moreover, it has only been two or three hours since he left St. Petersburg.

What local forces could so quickly grasp his precise itinerary and carry out such an efficient and professional series of operations—cutting down trees to create obstacles and setting up ambushes—on his route back to Moscow?

Only player organizations that can transcend geographical limitations, communicate in real time through the system, and possess extremely strong execution capabilities have a chance!
Countless thoughts flashed through Qin Yuan's mind like lightning.

Although it was just speculation, his intuition was increasingly leaning towards the worst-case scenario.

He was targeted by other high-ranking players, who were willing to use extreme measures to eliminate him before he could grow stronger!

But at this moment, survival is the top priority!

We must rely on the professional expertise of the KGB around us!

"Give me a gun."

Qin Yuan slowly loosened his slightly tight bow tie, then suddenly spoke, his voice so calm it didn't sound like that of a businessman who had just faced a life-or-death crisis.

Major Perkov was changing his magazine when he heard this and was suddenly taken aback. He turned around and looked at Qin Yuan in surprise: "You know how to use a gun?"

Although he knew Qin Yuan was no ordinary person, using a gun and doing business were two different things.

"I know a little," Qin said succinctly.

Before the new year, in order to deal with Gade, he fired a total of 20,000 rounds of ammunition at the Senets base firing range.

Step by step, using a massive amount of bullets and skill points, he raised his shooting skills to the expert level.

Perkov did not hesitate; every additional person who could fire a gun meant an extra bit of strength.

He immediately handed Qin Yuan his spare Makarov pistol, quickly adding, "Watch out for the recoil, it's loaded!"

He then quickly pulled out a more formidable PP-19 Bison submachine gun from a hidden weapon compartment under his seat and cocked it with a clatter!
There were only four people present, including KGB officer Lenperkov, and five people including Qin Yuan.

But these five men, especially the KGB equipped with automatic weapons, possessed an extremely fierce suppressive firepower that could be unleashed in an instant!
"Bang bang bang!" "Rat-a-tat-tat-tat!"

The sound of submachine gun fire immediately drowned out the pistol fire, and a dense hail of bullets sprayed into the woods on the right side of the road, momentarily silencing the gunfire from the opposite side.

Perkov is a veteran agent with extremely rich combat experience.

He listened intently for a moment, then quickly assessed the density, direction, and rhythm of the gunfire, growling, "Watch out! There aren't many gunmen on the other side, probably no more than five, and there might be spotters too!"

"Gretoff, you take one man and flank them from the right flank through the fields!"

"Yegorov, you stay by the car and focus on protecting Mr. Qin's safety!"

"Yes, sir!" The two KGB members immediately accepted the order. One of them, along with the other, took advantage of the vehicle and the cover of night to sneak quickly towards the field on the right side of the road, attempting to strike the ambush from the flank.

At that moment, Qin Yuan's superhuman night vision and expert-level shooting skills played a crucial role in the actual combat!

He didn't fire blindly, but like a lurking cheetah, calmly observed the location of the muzzle flash in the woods through the cracks in the broken car window.

When an attacker seemed to peek out to observe the battlefield, Qin Yuan's eyes narrowed, his arm as steady as a rock. He aimed almost instinctively, relying entirely on a kind of muscle memory and exceptional dynamic vision—

"boom!"

A crisp gunshot rang out! The Makarov pistol flashed!
In the woods, the dark figure that had just peeked out fell to the ground with a thud and never moved again!

One shot to kill!
Yegorov, who had been anxiously guarding Qin Yuan the whole time, saw everything clearly and couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice, "Mr. Qin, your marksmanship... is incredibly accurate!"

This is definitely not just "knowing a little bit" level, this is the accuracy of an ace shooter!

Qin Yuan did not answer; his expression remained cold.

He listened carefully to the sounds coming from the woods and found that the gunfire had indeed become sparser, more disordered, and even carried a hint of panic.

He knew that Major Perkov's flanking team had probably succeeded!

Sure enough, the gunfire in the woods stopped completely in less than two minutes.

Major Perkov emerged from the edge of the woods and strode back to the road, speaking rapidly, "Three were taken care of, one escaped, but we can't let him stay long. I heard car engines approaching from a distance; it's likely their backup or reinforcements!"

"Get in the car quickly, we need to get out of here right away!"

No one dared to be negligent and quickly checked the condition of the vehicle.

Although the hood was riddled with bullet holes, the engine and tires were undamaged.

They squeezed into two battered Volga sedans, swerved sharply to turn around, and sped off in the direction they had come from, intending to detour back to Moscow.

the other side.

The player with the ID "Polar Bear" was lying pale-faced in a pit, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

Beside him was only another equally terrified companion. This hastily assembled six-man ambush team had assumed they had a sure thing dealing with a Chinese businessman and his guards, but they never expected the enemy's swift reaction and overwhelming firepower!
They even brought out submachine guns!

This was completely beyond their expectations!
"Damn it, Polar Bear, weren't you told there would be another team coming to help? Where are they?! Why haven't they arrived yet?!"

The last surviving companion roared in a low voice, his voice trembling with sobs. The precise counter-attack had terrified him.

"Who knows! Maybe they were scared away by the intense fighting here!"

The polar bear cursed in despair. He had just witnessed a teammate being shot in the head as soon as he peeked out. The precision and composure of that shot terrified him.

"Hurry up and contact your superiors, or Qin Yuan will run away."

The companion, seeing the two Volga cars restarting, felt a chill run down his spine and immediately urged them on.

The polar bear saw this clearly and knew that the ambush had been a complete failure.

But no matter the outcome, we still need to contact He Changqing.

[Polar Bear]: Up, there are five KGB officers protecting Qin Yuan. We took care of one, but their firepower completely suppressed us. He's about to escape. Where are the backup you mentioned? Where are they?
He Changqing, who was in Yanjing at the time, saw this message and instantly flew into a rage.

【Eternal Green】: Useless! Six people ambushed five people and failed. You can't even hold them back? Immediately, have everyone on the scene commit suicide. Right now, no one is allowed to be alive, and no one is allowed to be captured alive. Otherwise, you know the consequences!

Upon seeing this message, the polar bear lost all color in its face.

He knew that "committing suicide to quit the game" meant that all his progress in the game would be wiped out.

But he knew even better that the consequences of disobeying He Changqing's orders would be far worse in the real world.

He looked at his only remaining comrade beside him, who had also turned ashen-faced after receiving the news, gave a bitter laugh, and shakily raised his pistol, pointing it at his temple...

boom!
Gunfire rang out.

Not only him, but also the personnel who were a kilometer away and had not yet arrived at the scene received the same order.

In the real world, He Changqing's rank is much higher than theirs.

In reality, a single word can decide life and death.

Not to mention in this game.

While driving, I heard gunshots coming from behind.

Qin Yuan and Perkov exchanged a glance, both showing a hint of surprise.

I don't understand what happened behind me.

Almost at the same time that Qin Yuan was attacked, outside a large Far East trade warehouse in downtown Moscow, Wu Weiguo had just knocked out the last local thug who was trying to sneak into the warehouse to steal goods with a vicious elbow strike.

He was covered in blood, his eyes fierce like a wolf, scanning the groups of unidentified people lying haphazardly around the warehouse.

In the past two hours, he has repelled at least three groups of people who tried to take advantage of the chaos.

Yuan Ge's delayed arrival intensified his anxiety and violent temper.

He anxiously inquired about Qin Yuan's location again via private message, only to receive a brief reply: "Attacked, resolved, currently taking a detour back."

This further enraged Wu Weiguo!

Just as he was preparing to clean up the scene, several cars with their headlights flashing sped up and stopped at the warehouse entrance.

A group of people quickly got off the car. The leader was none other than Chen Jianhua, Pan Shiyi and others who had rushed over after receiving the news, as well as more than a dozen Ochakov factory security guards led by Ivan Petrovich!

"Weiguo, how is Brother Yuan?" Chen Jianhua rushed over and asked anxiously.

Just as Wu Weiguo was about to answer, the familiar sound of a car engine came from afar.

The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and saw two black Volga cars riddled with bullet holes and shattered windows, like wounded soldiers returning from the battlefield, slowly driving into the lights of the warehouse district.

The car door opened, and Qin Yuan stepped out calmly, escorted by Perkov and Yegorov.

Although his clothes were somewhat disheveled and covered in dust, his eyes were deeper and colder than the Moscow night sky.

"Brother Yuan!" Wu Weiguo, Chen Jianhua and others immediately surrounded him. Seeing that he was safe and sound, they all breathed a long sigh of relief.

Qin Yuan's gaze swept over the mess in front of the warehouse and the bloodstains on Wu Weiguo's body. He nodded, asked no further questions, and simply patted Wu Weiguo on the shoulder: "You've worked hard."

Chen Jianhua squeezed up from behind and asked, "Brother Yuan, what happened to you guys on the way?"

Qin Yuan said calmly, "There were some people who didn't want me to come back, and they ambushed us, but we've dealt with them all."

ambush?

Hearing those two words sent a chill down everyone's spine.

But then they heard Qin Yuan's cold voice.

"Jianhua, take some men to the news station right now and tell them that I, Qin Yuan, have returned. I will be going to the Volga plant tomorrow to discuss with Chery the joint production of a new type of car. The project is estimated to be worth $15 billion."

"I want to get the front page headline in tomorrow's Izvestia!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Jianhua immediately perked up.

"Okay, I'll take some men there right away."

Although it's almost midnight, there are still people on duty at the news station.

The sudden visit of Chen Jianhua and others caught the staff on duty completely off guard.

But when the intelligence officer on duty heard that Qin Yuan had returned safely from St. Petersburg and was going to the Volga the next day to negotiate a $1.5 billion contract, he was immediately shocked.

Qin Yuan was arrested by the KGB, but he actually came back?
Moreover, we also need to go to the Volga plant to discuss cooperation.

$15 billion! No one dares to underestimate that number.

Exclusive news, this is exclusive news.

With that in mind, they no longer cared whether the president was resting and made a series of phone calls.

The Moscow night began because of this phone call.

It instantly became lively.

The print run of the newspaper, which had already been sent to the printing plant, was immediately halted. The layout was then revised and a press release was written overnight.

A press release titled "The Dragon of the Far East Returns: $15 Billion Opens Up the Jiangsu-Central Jiangsu Auto Market" appeared on the front page of the newspaper Izvestia.

(End of this chapter)