In the basement of William Peake's lavish hunting villa, a table that took up most of the room was filled with people.
Stacks of neatly bundled bills were stacked on the table, with Mikhail and Yakov intently counting the bills while Yuri and Boris retied the counted bills together and carefully wrapped them in plastic bags.
In the dim light, everyone was busy in earnest, the room was full of smoke, and the air was full of the smell of money.
Cash transactions, especially large amounts of cash transactions, the most cumbersome thing is to count the work, we count the back cover in person and do not admit the account, in this era when there is no money detector, relying on pure manual operation, can not but be said to be a big test of physical strength and energy, although the work here is hard, but compared with the things to be done in the compartment in the corner of the basement, no matter who will choose to stay here.
Yuri brought the tightly packed cash in a plastic bag to the door of the compartment, and Seryosha stepped out of it and took it in little by little.
At this time, Seryosha was like a surgeon, wrapped tightly up and down.
There were bits of blood on his chest, and he looked like he had just had surgery on someone else.
There was indeed an operation going on in the compartment, but it was not Seryosha who was in charge, but the owner of the room, William.
The body of Ram, who had been shot in the afternoon, was now placed on a metal dissecting table, and his clothes had already been removed.
The chamber of the cubicle is surrounded by plastic sheeting, which prevents traces of blood from being left.
The skin and musculature of Ram's chest had been cut in a zigzag pattern, his sternum had been sawn open by William, and the organs in his chest and abdomen had been removed and replaced by bags of tightly packed bills.
Seryosha is standing here with a hard head, although Seryosha also has human lives on his hands, but Seryosha can't think of treating a corpse like this, and William not only did it, but also looked calm.
Soon the abdominal cavity was filled with banknotes, and William picked up surgical needles and sutures, and skillfully sewed up the belly with valgus.
It's like a skilled tailor sewing a coat for a guest.
"Do you think I'm a pervert," William said, busy with his business.
"Oh no, I just didn't expect you to do this, in fact, I think it was possible to ship this money back to the Soviet Union in some other way" Seryosha still disagreed with William's way of doing things in his heart, he felt that William simply did not take human life seriously.
"But if I don't kill him, sooner or later he will testify against me in court, and I'll be damned by then," William defended.
"You mean this person is a policeman," Seryosha asked in surprise.
"What is the difference between the police, the KGB, the Stasi, and the East German intelligence agencies, I don't need to know who sent him, I just need to know that the work I do does does not tolerate the slightest mercy or error."
William gestured with his blood-stained leather-gloved hand.
"I understand your situation, but I don't agree with your way of doing things," Seryosha said bluntly.
"I've raised him for more than half a year, and it's time for him to repay me, so you should do me a favor and bury him anywhere in the Soviet Union."
William said with some resentment.
When the last pack of bills was stuffed into Ram's chest, William began to thread the needle again, sewing all the incisions thoroughly.
"Are you a surgeon?"
asked Seryosha curiously.
"I almost became a prisoner, but it's a pity" William didn't continue, this sentence seemed to touch William, he stopped what he was doing, and after a while he recovered, and then said: "Actually, it's not bad now" After William had thoroughly sewn up the body, he wiped the blood stains from Ram's body.
Then he took out a brand new set of clothes to change into for the dead Ram.
Seryosha and William carried Ram's body into the coffin, and William continued to tidy up Ram's appearance, and after a long time, Seryosha felt that there was nothing wrong with it.
Ram lay in the coffin as if he was asleep, and William finally closed the lid of the coffin after arranging the collar and cuffs again.
Two of William's men were called in and left the basement carrying the heavy coffin.
William stayed behind to clean up his tools, and he placed Ram's entrails, along with some plastic sheeting, Seryosha and the hazmat suit he was wearing, in a large bag.
Then the two of them left with the big bag of garbage.
"How are you going to get back home," William asked, a little uneasy.
"By train, what's the matter," Seryosha replied without thinking.
"But you're passing through Poland, aren't you going to be in a bad situation over there?"
William reminded with some concern.
"It doesn't matter, those Poles won't provoke us, because we're Soviets," Seryosha said disapprovingly.
"I hope so," replied William.
As the two men spoke, they came to the boiler room on the first floor of the villa, where William opened the boiler and threw the bag full of garbage into the raging fire, and soon the flames consumed everything, and a foul smell of burnt plastic came to his face.
William stared at the dancing flames with a solemn expression, took out a cigarette and put it to his mouth, and lit it with a lighter.
William smoked greedily, and soon a cigarette burned out, and William threw the cigarette butt into the fire, and he poked the things he had just thrown in with a steel drill to make them fully burn.
Seryosha couldn't stand the pungent smell of the house, and he stood outside the door waiting for William.
It was a long time before William came out of the house.
"I think you'd better hurry, the Genovise family shouldn't be able to hold out much longer," William instructed.
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"This amount of money is too big, and a month is really urgent, but don't worry, since I'm next, I won't smash my signboard."
Seryosha said.
William had planned to leave Seryosha after dinner, but Seryosha really didn't have much appetite.
In the afterglow of the setting sun, Seryosha and his party drove to the city of Dresden in a hearse with a coffin.
Seryosha frowned all the way, and William's behavior in the afternoon touched him, and he didn't know if he would become a person like William in the future.
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