The shot did react, and there was a muffled "poof" sound from behind the container, but it fell silent again.
Give up or continue This choice swirled in Nikolai's mind, and now he really felt the urge to run away, but another thing tied him like a shackle to his place, unable to move.
If it can't be completed, Nikolai knows very well that as a follower of the Restoration Society, everyone must have the same loyalty as fanatical religious piety, and there is no room for half a deviation, otherwise the end will definitely not be good.
Obedience to the Liberation Society, in some respects will get strong support support, often in business or real politics and so on will be like divine help, career is always smooth, money is like a steady stream of spring water into the pocket, but there will be a price behind any food in the world, and this price is that Nikolai must completely and unconditionally follow the instructions of the Liberation Society.
Damn, damn Nikolai gritted his teeth in his heart and cursed a thousand times, but he had to give up the idea of running away.
If he really runs away, he is afraid that his life will be worse than death from now on, even if he hides at the ends of the earth or hides in the primeval forest, the Deacon Department of the Restoration Society will not let him go, and the killers will swarm like those bees that have been trampled over the hive.
Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and suddenly, he turned his gun and aimed it at his driver: "Dmitry, you go and see it with me."
The driver, Dmitry, was so frightened that he almost made it to the ground, you know, unlike those mercenary bodyguards, he was just Nikolai's personal driver, and the reason why he brought him to Mezhgorje was only that Nikolai thought that this driver had followed him for many years and was loyal enough.
"Boss" he swallowed, feeling that his throat was full of blades, and he was so uncomfortable that he couldn't speak.
"Dmitry, I usually treat you well, now it's time to show your loyalty."
Nikolai smiled and comforted: "Don't worry, I'll follow you" He pulled an AK74U submachine gun out of the car and threw it at Dmitry, who was too busy to grab it in his hand.
"Give you the gun, let's go and see."
Dmitry felt like his shoes were filled with lead, but Nikolai's muzzle was behind his back, he knew that his boss was not a good man and a woman, and if he didn't do what he was told, he would really get shot.
The two of them came to the tail of the container one after the other, and they were only one step away from arriving at the place where the six bodyguards disappeared silently just now.
"I'll count one, two, three, let's rush together" Nikolai pointed his pistol in front of him, as if to cheer up Dmitry, as if to cheer himself up.
"One-two-three-stroke" Nikolai pushed Dmitry behind him, and the latter rushed out involuntarily, but at this moment, he turned around and turned back to find that Nikolai did not rush with him at all, but stood behind him without moving his steps at all, just staring at himself with a nervous face, like a white mouse thrown into a bottomless pit.
"You" Dmitry felt the hairs all over his body count down, and a paralyzing sensation spread across his scalp.
It was too late, and his eyes had already touched the door of the container His eyes were round all at once The door of the container had been opened, and the two iron doors had been pushed to both sides, and nothing could be seen clearly in the black holes inside, while a bunch of people stood outside the door.
Dmitry recognized the man in it.
It was Yuri, and the six bodyguards just now, all of them were holding weapons, and they all seemed to be staring at the black hole in the container, and they were completely engrossed, and even Dmitry's sudden appearance did not make them react in the slightest.
"Yuri Maxim Yelind" Dmitry shouted a list of names, and these names belonged to the people in front of the container.
No one paid attention to him, and he didn't even look back.
Dmitry felt cold all over, and even in his thick leather coat, he couldn't help but shiver, and he mustered up the courage to see what was in the container to make everyone so distracted.
Walking past everyone, Dmitry smelled a breath in the air and screamed when his gaze fell on Yuri's face "Oh my God, Oh God" Nikolai, who had been hiding on the side of the container, finally heard Dmitry's exclamation, and it was the first time that anyone could still scream when he saw the situation behind the container.
"Dmitry, what did you see, is my goods still there?"
"Boss me" Dmitry's tone was full of surprise: "You better come and see for yourself" "I'll come here" Nikolai really couldn't afford to have the courage, he rolled his eyes, simply leaned down, lying under the car and peeping at the back of the car, and it turned out that many legs were right, they were human legs, and from the clothing, Nikolai could tell that the owners of those legs were Yuri, Dmitry, and the six bodyguards he had just sent.
Because Yuri's crocodile shoes are really unique, they are custom-made in the Italian AO1OSCAFORA shoe store in Moscow.
"Damn Yuri" Nikolai's hanging heart finally fell to the ground this time, he was furious, since Yuri stood in place in a good manner, it proved that he was not dead, and he was not dead and still pretended to be a ghost and did not answer his shouts, what is this There are also six bodyguards, and they are all standing here, thinking that this is an opera house, and they are all watching people perform He was angry with the bullfight, and he threw off his steps and rushed to the back of the container.
Presenting the scene in front of him, he almost fainted in one breath "God" His mouth was so startled that it suddenly became an O-shape Nicholas now has none of his men alive.
To be precise, there is another living person, and that is Dmitry, the last person to appear here.
However, at this time, Dmitry has gradually become almost like a dead man.
In the dark container, two red lights floated in the air, and a low, sizzling sound came and seeped into the ear drum, like a snake spitting its own letter in the air.
A powerful and seductive female voice that seemed to come from the depths of hell suddenly appeared in Nikolai's mind.
It was a song of great sadness, desolation, and resentment, but there was an indescribable magic in the voice, and Nikolai felt that his vision was blurred, as if he had taken an overdose of psychedelics
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