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Xu Li let out a cold laugh, his thigh holster ready. In the midst of the other man's stunned expression, he fired a shot that shattered the opponent's skull: bang!
Thud.
Alexander fell to his knees, his body propelled backward to the ground, twitching slightly before going still. Two men dragged him into the abandoned factory and tossed him toward a prepared gasoline barrel, placing a wooden board over the opening and weighing it down with a stone to seal the hall.
"Hey, Makarov, how's it going lately?"
Xu Li called the arms dealer. "Do you know about Irkutsk? There's another drug dealer named Makarov."
"You've crossed paths with him?"
Makarov, vacationing in the Mediterranean, raised an eyebrow and chuckled nonchalantly. "I've heard of that guy. He doesn't have much clout—only about fifty guns under his command. Want me to introduce you to some elite guys? They're all veterans who just retired two years ago. I can help you clean up for two million."
"I'll transfer you a hundred thousand if you send me detailed information about him and his partner, Sergey Kazarev. Just the business info will do. Do you really think I bought that batch of equipment for nothing?"
On the other end of the line, Makarov chuckled at Xu Li's insistence and agreed before hanging up. He wiped the sweat from his brow with a large hand and briefly caressed his female companion's leg before heading to his presidential suite to start working on his notebook.
For the next few days, Xu Li and his team hid in the abandoned factory, setting up a makeshift tent surrounded by a circle of ten campfires that kept them warm. As he drifted in and out of sleep, his tablet vibrated twice beside him.
Saloye Makarov was a genuine scoundrel who had built his empire on such dealings, gradually developing into the local Da Hei gang leader. His only son had been injured in a fight, suffering damage to his kidney—thanks to Sergey’s son who had helped him out.
Two like-minded scoundrels had been introducing each other to business opportunities over the years and had made quite a fortune. If he moved against Sergey, Makarov would surely seek revenge; without Sergey, where would he find someone suitable if anything happened to his family?
His wife and four children lived in a top-tier apartment in the city center with his father. The kids had their own bodyguards discreetly following them to school, while he rarely showed himself outside and kept his whereabouts unpredictable—his counter-surveillance instincts were sharp.
Looking at the detailed information on Sergey, Xu Li lit a cigarette and smoked silently for a long while before calling Ivan: "I need a few inconspicuous business cars for when I need to grab someone."
Half-asleep, Ivan rubbed his eyes: "Do you know who it is?"
"Of course I do."
Xu Li vented some frustration at his brother-in-law: "Your retirement age has already been postponed; why are you so eager to pass power down to your deputy director? Don't you know that both deputy directors are involved in this?"
"What do you mean?" Ivan's eyes widened.
Xu Li exhaled: "Forget it; just stay out of this one. Pretend you don't know anything and enjoy your daily work. I'll figure out the cars myself."
After hanging up, he tapped his knee with his phone and suddenly remembered a younger acquaintance from his village—seemed like that brat was now doing quite well in the used car business.
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