Soviet Godfather

Sergei didn't answer Yuri's phone. He didn't think much about it. He just thought that Yuri might have fallen asleep because of jet lag. He couldn't guess that Yuri was starting his revenge plan at this moment.

In an inconspicuous grilled rib restaurant in Atlantic City, Clement, James and Edward, the owners of three Irish casinos in the city, once again gathered together to play poker leisurely. This time Clement brought a good bottle of Scotch to celebrate Yuri's departure.

"Clement, it's better for you! It's only a few days now, and the business of our casino is getting better! I had known this, I would have found someone to kill that Russian guy!" James grinned and bit his cigar. Said.

"Hi! If it weren't for the Russian man who won so much money from my casino, I would not choose this method to deal with him. But I am still a little worried, after all, those people told me that there is an old man. As he ran away, I don't know if there will be any troubles?" Clemente replied somewhat cautiously.

"Don't worry, Clement! The kid fell off the bridge, and when he got to the hospital, he was half-life left. Even if he ran away, he wouldn't be able to live long. There is still an old man left. I think it's not enough. Worry!" Edward said with relief.

Edward's luck was exceptional tonight, and he won a lot of chips in front of him with a few hands. James played for a long time and almost didn't lose or win, but Clement, who has always been the luckiest, lost the most.

"Md, today this is a wicked door!" Clement saw that his cards were so bad and he folds. Edward once again took away everyone's chips!

"Haha, look. When that Russian died, even my luck improved! Don't leave any of you tonight, let's play until dawn!" Edward said happily.

Clement took out a new cigar from the cigar box, took out the pure gold cigar cutter from the pocket of the vest, and cut off the end of the cigar. Then he picked up the lighter on the table and lit the cigar proficiently. Clement took a sip from the wine glass on the table. As soon as he swallowed it, his stomach felt a little hot and uncomfortable. These days, Clement has been paying attention to Yuri and their whereabouts, making his appetite not very good and he can't eat much. After drinking a little wine at this moment, my stomach felt a little uncomfortable immediately.

"Waiter, give me a barbecue sandwich!" Clemente called out loudly.

"Clemend, you have such a good appetite after all this?" James asked.

"I don't feel well in my stomach, I want something to eat! Waiter, I want a sandwich!" Clemente continued calling. Unfortunately, after a long time, no one answered him at all.

"Md, what's the matter, is the waiter asleep?" Edward said strangely.

Clement's stomach felt a little uncomfortable, so he decided to see it for himself. Clement got up and got up from his seat, clutching his stomach, and walked towards the kitchen. He pushed open the kitchen door, and there was no one inside. Clement was a little strange, he took a few steps forward and came to the back of the table. A man in a waiter's uniform was lying on the ground, not knowing what he was doing.

"Hey, give me a sandwich, listen..." Clemend couldn't speak halfway through his words. The blood slowly flowed out from under this man, and soon it ran into Clemend's leather shoes. on.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" Clemente sat on the ground with a fright. He didn't know what had happened. He quickly got up from the ground and ran out of the kitchen screaming.

"James! Edward! Quickly get out of here, someone is dying inside! Quickly!" Clemente exclaimed, and James and Edward who sat outside looked at him with a confused look and didn't understand what was going on.

"Hurry up, there's something wrong here, the waiter was killed!" Clement said as he rushed to the door, he opened the door, but found that the iron gate at the door did not know when it was locked. James and Edward who followed him were also taken aback, and the three of them immediately felt the breath of danger.

"Blair, come and open this **** door, Blair!" Clemente called to his bodyguard, but no one answered him at all. There was dead silence here, and no one paid any attention to him. But Clemente smelled a big smell of gasoline, which made Callemende's heart immediately mentioned in his throat, and he immediately understood what was going on.

"Yuri! Is it you? We can talk about it. If you have something to say, Yuri!" Clement guessed who might have done all this.

Ivankov pushed Yuri in a wheelchair and walked slowly to the front entrance of the restaurant. The three Irish casino owners squeezed on the other side of the iron gate immediately understood what was going on. They immediately began to beg Yuri for mercy, and as long as Yuri let them go, they were willing to unconditionally hand over the casino in their hands. But Yuri doesn't seem to care about these.

"We have to hurry, the police may come in a while!" Ivankov reminded.

"Okay, give me a cigarette!" Yuri replied~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Ivankov took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and gave it and the lighter to Yuri, Yuri deeply. Took a sip. This was the first cigarette since he was injured. Suddenly Yuri still had some discomforts, and he even coughed.

"Yuri, your business was instigated by Clement, it has nothing to do with me!" Edward said in horror.

"Yes, Yuri! It's all about Clement, I don't know anything!" James also pushed himself to no avail.

"Yuri, I am willing to hand over my casino to you unconditionally, and give you a sum of money! Let me go!" Clemente couldn't help begging.

Yuri stared at them fiercely, smoking a cigarette, and soon the cigarette was almost burnt. Yuri did not hesitate to flick the cigarette **** out of his hand, and the fire light instantly covered the entire restaurant.

"Ah~! Let me go out! I don't want to die..." The wailing voice kept coming from the restaurant, Yuri turned the wheelchair over by himself, and Ivankov hurriedly pushed him out of here in strides.

"Ivankov, do you think I should let them go!" Yuri asked suspiciously.

"Yuri, you did the right thing! We have given them a chance!" Ivankov replied.

The two got into a van on the side of the road, and the six Russian stowaways who participated in the operation tonight are waiting here at the moment. Ivankov opened the backpack behind him and shook all the money in it to the ground. There were 18 bundles of US dollars in ten thousand bundles. Ivankov said to them: "You can leave with the money, or you can stay! Let's forget everything tonight!"

"Boss, we want to stay and mix with you!" The six people looked at each other for a while and whispered in unison.

Yuri and Ivankov looked at each other and smiled, considered for a moment, and finally nodded slowly.