As soon as she received the news of Boris' injury, Seriosha rushed to the hospital and saw the crying Tonya on the bench of the hospital. His beige coat was covered with dark red blood. The tears that had fallen on her face mixed with blood, making her delicate face look dirty.

Dongniya suddenly rushed into Selyosha's arms and started crying bitterly. Selyosha comforted her while stroking his back and comforting her, while looking anxiously at the door of the operating room.

After a while, Yakov, Mikhail, Yuri and Petrov also rushed to the hospital. Everyone was anxiously waiting for news from the operating room in the corridor of the hospital. Selyosha couldn't help but feel angry, and he secretly blamed himself for acting earlier.

The door of the operating room slowly opened, and Boris was covered with tubes, and the doctor slowly pushed out from inside. Everyone surrounded the doctor and asked about Boris's situation.

"The patient is out of danger and is still in a coma, mainly due to excessive blood loss..." Sheryossa did not listen to the following words. As long as he knew that Boris was fine, he was satisfied. He said goodbye to Tonya and left the hospital without looking back.

...

In the evening, a truck slowly stopped on the side of the road. The driver inside jumped out of the car in panic, walked quickly into the bushes on the side of the road, untied his pants, and a sound of running water sounded. The driver screamed comfortably and whistled in his mouth. Just when the driver was most relaxed, the driver suddenly felt that his chin was being hugged from his back. Then a sharp dagger pressed against the driver's throat.

"Don't move! Otherwise you will be dead." Xie Liaosha said viciously. He also lifted the blade upwards, and a drop of blood slid down the blade and dripped onto the driver's clothes.

"Don't kill me, I have something to say." The driver was suddenly startled and begged for mercy.

"What's in your car?" Selyosha asked viciously.

"I don't know either. I'm only responsible for transporting goods from the port to the company." The driver replied.

"Who do these goods belong to? Don't tell me you don't know. If you dare to lie to me, I will kill you." Xie Liangsha asked again.

"It belongs to Mr. Popov. He is a big man. You better not mess with him. I am his man?" The driver actually threatened Selyosha in turn. Selyosha was very unhappy. The force in his hand increased a little, and the blade pierced into the skin, and the blood flowed more, but it was not fatal. The driver actually cried, and his crotch was already wet, and he couldn't stop saying nice words in his mouth.

Selyosha had no intention of killing him. He raised his hand and knocked the driver unconscious, took out a rope and tied the guy firmly to the tree. Selyosha stripped off the driver's work clothes and put them on his body. This made it easier to get into the warehouse. Selyosha opened the cargo box and put the ammonium nitrate he had prepared in. Locked the hatch door and drove the truck along the road that day.

Soon Selyosha arrived at the yard that day. It was already dark. Selyosha lowered the brim of the hat and put on a mask to prevent others from recognizing it. The workers opened the door. Selyosha slowly drove the car into the yard. Under the guidance of a worker, the car slowly stopped at the gate of a warehouse. It was the warehouse C that Selyosha sneaked into one day. He had just turned off the engine. Someone came over and knocked on the door and said to the car: "Andre, why are you late today? Is something wrong on the road?"

Selyosha did not answer, but waved his hand outside the window, then pointed at the mask and coughed twice. The man stopped talking and walked behind the car to direct the workers to unload the goods. Selyosha put down his seat and lay in the driver's seat with the lights turned off in the cab. Selyosha was waiting quietly inside. No one came to talk to him again, and no one noticed anything unusual. Things went very smoothly.

About half an hour later, someone came over to signal Selyosha to drive away. Selyosha rebooted the car, and a worker guided him to park in the parking lot. The person who was greeting him just now came over again and said to Selyosha: "Andre, come down and have a drink, relax." Selyosha pretended to be looking for something important and signaled that the man to take a step first. The man didn't say anything and left first. After everyone was exposed, Selyosha slipped out of the cab and hid as quickly as possible. It was pitch dark and no one noticed anything.

Selyosha hid in the dark and observed. Time was constantly lost. Selyosha was very patient and slowly waited for the workers who had just moved the goods to leave the warehouse. The person Selyosha was going to deal with was Popov, not these loaders. The night was getting deeper and deeper, and no one was seen in the yard. Selyosha secretly took out the remote control from his pocket and pressed the button. Then a loud noise came from the warehouse. The rising fire ball rushed straight into the sky, the iron roof was blown away, and the scorching flames swallowed everything in the warehouse. The fire illuminated the entire fire, and the workers ran out of the dormitory and took all kinds of things to put out the fire. Selyosha looked for a while, and a satisfied smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He took off his work clothes and threw it on the ground, turned around and left.

...

At around three o'clock in the morning, the phone rings of Popov's house rang endlessly, and the sound made Popov extremely angry. What was the matter that actually came to him in the middle of the night. He angrily picked up the receiver and roared: "What's the matter with you idiots? Call me in the middle of the night?"

"Sorry, Mr. Popov, something big happened and the warehouse exploded." The voice on the other end of the phone said carefully.

"What did you say? An explosion happened. How could it explode? Was that bastard caused by smoking? I'm going to kill you?" Popov roared, his heart was bleeding. How much would it cost...

Popov threw down his phone and didn't bother to change his clothes. He drove to the warehouse like a flying car. When he arrived at the scene panting and looked at the warehouse that was burned to white ground, he felt indescribable anger. Anxiousness and fear made him breathing a little difficult. Although the loss was a bit big this time, the Popov family's family's wealth was still affordable. The key was the hailuoyin in the warehouse. Those things were not his, but a bunch of Italian goods. He was just transporting them on his behalf. Now that the fried items are gone, those people will not let him go.
Chapter completed!