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Chapter 22 Steel Behemoth

Popov sat quietly in the back seat of his luxury imported Mercedes-Benz, looking through his address book page by page. Although he has read countless times in recent times, Popov still hopes to find the missing ones. The address book records countless officials in Gorky City, who have all received Popov's benefits to more or less. Some are close to Popov's wealth with Popov, and some have just accepted Popov's kindness and helped him with a little help. No matter which one of them, Popov's status today is definitely inseparable from the help of these officials. Popov is interdependent with these officials, and the officials give the green light to Popov's business. Popov provides these officials with everything they need, money, beauty, legal status abroad, and children in the country.

The cost of studying abroad. All of this comes from the power in the hands of officials. Otherwise, how could a gang leader of a smuggling group take root and grow vigorously in Gorky City? However, the recent explosion has changed everything. Those officials refused to give the green light to Popov's business to escort. A familiar official told Popov that someone had already set his sights on him, the new deputy director of the Interior Bureau of the Gorky Automobile Factory, Chernenko climbed to the throne of the deputy director like a rocket within half a year, and his background was naturally deep. These stupid and greedy bureaucrats regarded Popov as their master when they were good, and left Popov aside if they were not good. They didn't think about how much money they had to satisfy these corrupt bureaucrats if they didn't do more business and earn some money.

The recent explosion in the warehouse caused Popov to lose the goods of the Italians. The goods of the Italians were just the first transaction between Popov and the Italians. If it went well, there would be a second transaction and a third transaction. This resulted in such a thing. This caused Popov to lose a way of wealth for no reason. So for his reputation, Popov decided to pay for the replenishment of the goods. The source of the goods came from the mountains of the distant Southeast Asian countries, and then transported them to Pakistan by sea.

Find a way to smuggle to Afghanistan. The brave Soviet Red Army was fighting bloody battles for Peter the Great's will and the Soviet dream of having an outlet in the Indian Ocean. Therefore, the tentacles of the officials of Gorky could extend to the barren country, and Popov could use their influence to smuggle the goods back to the Soviet Union. Then, just find a way to transport them to Democratic Germany. The governments of those Eastern European countries are puppets of the Soviet Union, and of course they would not offend an official from the Red Empire.

Another thing that upsets Popov, that is the dirty, bloody, disgusting email. No one wants to see two bloody fingers when enjoying breakfast. Although Popov is a gangster, he never acts by himself. He relies on his brain to get involved in the underworld. After so many years of ups and downs, Popov has experienced various hardships and has lived a life of stagnation in Auschwitz since he was a child. Later, although he found out about the Soviet Union, the Slavs were the master on this land. The identity of the Jews made it difficult for the Popov family to be

Integrate into the mainstream class of this Red Empire. However, the Popov family relied on their own talents to survive the ******* and the Great Purge, and gradually grew up healthily. So people like Popov will never be scared by two fingers. What made him worried was that he didn't know who his opponent was, the ghost hiding in the dark stared at him in a dark way, and then seized the opportunity to give him a fatal blow. Popov would never allow this to happen. Therefore, in the past few days, he has increased the number of his bodyguards and never went out alone. Now there are two cars in front and back following him.

Popov threw the address book on his seat and rubbed his sore eyes. It felt bad to sit in the car and watch things. Popov looked out the window. The rolling Volga River flowed by himself, and the beautiful sunset reflected on the sparkling river surface. It was so beautiful. Popov looked at the beautiful scenery in front of him, recalling some things in his mind. He remembered his father, the stubborn old Jewish man, and the food he could always find in the cruel Nazi concentration camp.

The prisoner of food, the man who took the Popov family from the abyss to the great man now. He was always so kind to himself that he could eat cream cake even in Auschwitz concentration camp. The time with his father was always so happy, and a smile appeared on Popov's face involuntarily. He remembered how the Popov and his son founded their own career when they first came to Gorky. They defeated countless competitors and became the only king here.

The car stopped slowly, and the traffic light at the intersection blocked the way of the Popov's convoy. Popov was a little bored, so he took a bottle of good wine from the wine cabinet of the car, poured himself a glass, took a sip, and then took out a bottle of caviar, filled a spoon made of shells, spread it evenly on a small salt-free biscuit, and put it into his mouth. His mouth was filled with the smell of the ocean, and Popov could feel the roe breaking in his mouth. Just as Popov was enjoying this precious delicacy, a noisy machine roar suddenly came from outside the car. Popov turned his head and saw a heavy bulldozer parked next to his Mercedes-Benz, and the bulldozer was covered with soil and rust. Popov frowned and said nothing.

The traffic lights finally turned green, and Popov's convoy slowly started, and the bulldozer seemed to be on the same road as them and followed them. The car drove forward for hundreds of meters, and there was another red light. The convoy stopped again. Suddenly, a huge roar of machines and a few loud noises shocked Popov who was tasting wine. The bulldozer frantically crashed into the last car full of bodyguards in the convoy. The bulldozer lifted the car with its huge shovel, and threw the car into the Volga River.
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