Chapter 70

"Who the fuck are you? Gorky Gang? Mafia? Or something else?" Gusinsky shouted at Seryozha and Alexander Popov, always dying Ask who moved the hand.

"You don't need to know who I am, but I can make it clear to you that I hunted you down because you killed Nikolai Popov. You must die today, but if you can tell me who used that A bulldozer killed him, and I can make your death easier, just like that old bastard standing by the window." Alexander Popov's tone was calm and steady, but these words were heard in Seryosha's ears But it made him shudder.

"You've been chasing here just to know this? You killed that Italian guy?" Gusinski asked angrily. Although he didn't have any definite evidence, he understood it without thinking about it. Who else can Bove have besides the Gorky gang?

"Italian? What do you mean?" Gusinski's words completely puzzled Alexander Popov.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect Frank Costello Genovese, the godfather of the generation, to act like someone else's scapegoat. It's so funny, haha~! Hey! Hey!" Gusinski laughed When I accidentally touched the injured hand, there was another sharp pain.

"Are you fucking trying to fool me? Believe it or not, I'll kill you right now?" Alexander Popov was angry, but Gusinski, who was dying, dared to laugh. He picked up the gun again, trying to drill another bloody hole in Gusinski's body.

"Don't shoot, don't shoot. I just wanted to tell you that you killed the wrong guy. The guy you killed was the head of the Italian mafia, he just arrived in the Soviet Union, and that guy didn't kill Nicolas Poe Popov's murderer." Gusinsky explained carefully, for fear of offending Alexander Popov.

Alexander Popov's heart was broken at this moment, as if ten thousand grass mud horses were galloping past, he thought to himself: "Damn it, he killed the wrong person after working for a long time. But forget it, anyway It's not a good thing either."

"So you know who killed Nikolai Popov? Let's continue." Although Alexander Popov was extremely shocked, he still threatened Gusinski without changing his face.

"Who else is there? Of course they are those from the Gorky Gang! After Nikolai Popov's death, all the territory went into their hands. Let me tell you, I also have a grudge against the Gorky Gang..." Gu Xin Ski desperately explained, his eyes were wandering around, thinking about how to escape from here.

What Gusinsky said was basically the same as what Alexander Popov had grasped, and Gusinski was unarmed and wounded again. So Alexander Popov turned his gun on the corner where Seryozha was hiding.

Seryozha had heard all the conversation just now, and although he had a gun in his hand at the moment, he knew that the gun was out of bullets. Seryozha originally wanted to make up a lie to fool him, but then Popov's words completely blocked the way.

"Guy hiding in the corner, I just saw you take a gun from Boris' gang, don't tell me you're not from Gorky's gang either." Alexander Popov said viciously.

"I'm indeed a member of Gorky's gang. Although I know who killed Nikolai Popov, I won't tell you who did it?" It was running fast, racking its brains to find ways to get out of the current predicament.

Gusinsky, who was hiding under the tiger's cage, was not idle either. While Alexander Popov's attention was on Seryozha, he quietly took out the key from his pocket and opened the lock on the cage. Lock the head, and then he carefully opened the door of the tiger's cage. This tiger was raised by Gusinski since he was a child.

He wanted the tiger to deal with the two guys who were chasing him, so as to create opportunities for himself to escape.

This tiger is Gusinski’s pet Ustin. Ustin has not eaten for many days. At this moment, Ustin, who is hungry, has long been attracted by the smell of blood on Gusinski’s hands. , It also tastes the same when Ligusinski feeds it on weekdays.

The sound of the feline walking was very soft, and both Alexander Popov and Seryosha focused their attention on each other, completely unaware that Ustin had stepped out of the cage until Gusinsky let out a scream, and the two men walked together at the same time. Looking at Gusinski, I saw that Gusinski's injured hand had been bitten by the tiger. Gusinski struggled desperately and slapped the tiger on the head, and the tiger was not to be outdone. He let go of the blood basin and bit Gusinski's neck with a big mouth. Gusinski's howling and painful voices were intertwined. It doesn't move anymore.

Alexander Popov and Seryosha were stunned by the bloody scene. They backed away in fear, but they didn't dare to turn around and run away. Who knows if the tiger will catch up. Seryozha took a few steps back, and he found that there was a wall behind him, and there was no way out at all. At this moment, the tiger Ustin, who had just killed Gusinski, didn't stop, and there were strangers on his territory, so how could he enjoy the delicious food with confidence. It raised its head, and there was blood on its mouth and paws.

Ustin let out low growls from his throat. He looked at Seryozha and then at Alexander Popov, as if he wanted to choose one of the two to strike first. Unfortunately, it picked Seryozha, and it let out a low growl, slowly turned to Seryozha's direction, and then began to approach slowly. One step, two steps. The distance between Ustin and Seryozha was getting closer, and Seryozha felt that he would pounce on him at any time, because he could already feel the heat from the tiger, and the gun in his hand was useless at all. , Seryozha's whole body was drenched in cold sweat.

Alexander Popov didn't want to stay here for a minute longer, he just wanted to escape from here as soon as possible, he began to back away slowly, trying not to make a sound. One step, two steps, three steps, suddenly his heel tripped over the steps, and he accidentally fell to the ground.

Ustin looked vigilantly at the place where the sound came from, and this time he didn't hesitate anymore, turned around, took a few strides, and rushed towards Alexander Popov. Alexander Popov fired in a panic, but missed Ustin, and then came Alexander Popov's desperate and terrified cries. Seizing this opportunity, Seryozha rushed forward, picked up the gun that Gusinski had dropped, and ran out as fast as he could. The voice behind him was getting weaker and weaker.