Soviet Godfather

Chebyshev felt as if he was thrown into the air, and then fell heavily to the ground. The back of his head hit the ground heavily. The severe pain caused Chebyshev to open his eyes, and there was a dirty rag before his eyes. Chebyshev didn't know what was going on. He wanted to take away the rags covering his face with his hands, but he felt that his hands had been tied up.

At this moment Chebyshev was completely awake, he knew that he should be tied up, and the sack on his face should be sack if nothing unexpected happened. The feeling of shaking around is probably because he is in a car. Chebyshev wanted to sit up, and suddenly a foot kicked him fiercely on his chest, kicking him back again, and then that foot stepped on his chest, Chebyshev still struggled, and then he was a tough guy. The thing on his head.

Chebyshev took his hand to drink last night to relax, but he had forgotten what Somalia was. Even in the safe zone, the locals are still doing business. Chebyshev and his friends had been spotted as soon as they set foot on this land, and when he went to drink, someone made hands and feet in his wine. Then an armed group broke into this safe area. They killed the owner of the tavern, a few customers and a small group of United Nations teams who came to support, and then abducted Chebyshev and his men.

Chebyshev didn't know what was put in his wine, he just felt that he had a headache, his mouth was dry and his tongue was dry, and he didn't have any strength. Chebyshev had been on the battlefield, and Chebyshev was not as scared as he is now when his troops were surrounded by jihadists. But the only trace of reason tells him that he must calm down.

After about ten minutes, Chebyshev stopped resisting, and finally his feet on his chest moved away. Chebyshev breathed slowly, adjusting his emotions. His eyes can't see, but his ears can still hear. Chebyshev listened attentively. There was the sound of cars, people talking, and... the sound of waves?

I don't know how long it took, and Chebyshev felt that the car had finally stopped. Then he was dragged from the ground. The man who dragged him threw him out of the car. Then he dragged him down the rough road. Chebyshev almost tripped over several times. He could feel the sand pouring into his shoes, and indeed the sound of the waves came from his ears. While he was wondering where this place was, the man who was dragging him put him on the ground. He just wanted to stand up, and someone behind him kicked him on the socket of his leg. Chebyshev was forced to Kneeling on the ground, and then the sack on his head was finally removed. The dazzling sunlight made Chebyshev invisible. It took a while before he recovered.

There are gunmen everywhere, and they don't have uniform uniforms. Everyone wore rags, and most of them had slippers on their feet. Many people still have turbans on their heads. Not far away was the sea, while Chebyshev was still observing. A voice suddenly asked: "Who among you is the boss?"

No one answered, Chebyshev lowered his head, he dared not respond. He is not sure why these people arrested them, is it a ransom? Or food? But the eyes of Chebyshev's subordinates revealed his identity. Someone framed him from behind him, then lifted his chin with his hand. The person who asked aloud just now was that he was a strong black man, and he walked towards Chebyshev with sunglasses. Then he asked fiercely: "You brought the food?"

Chebyshev looked at each other nervously, and nodded. Now Chebyshev felt that the pressure was too great, and he couldn't help taking a sip of water.

"Give me all the food, or you will kill you?" The other party threatened bluntly. Chebyshev didn't dare to agree. He couldn't do such a big thing. Only the Italian side had the right to decide what was going on with this batch of food. deal with.

"I want... I want to ask my boss?" Chebyshev was silent for a long time before replied.

"Aren't you their boss?" the kidnapper's leader asked angrily. He thought Chebyshev was playing tricks on him.

"No, it's the boss of all of us, in Italy!" Chebyshev felt a little calmer, and he answered cautiously.

"Do you dare to play with me?" The other party grabbed his collar and asked roaringly, a black face approached, and Chebyshev's drool was sprayed on his face.

"I'm telling the truth, I must tell my boss about this!" Chebyshev said calmly.

The kidnapper leader kicked Chebyshev, and Chebyshev didn't avoid his eyes anymore. After half a day, the kidnappers gave in. He loosened Chebyshev's collar. Then he walked into the room, and soon took out a satellite phone~www.wuxiaspot.com~Chebyshev was a little surprised. He didn't expect these people to have satellite phones. If you know it's not cheap, one is almost ready to go. Ten thousand U.S. dollars.

Chebyshev quickly dialed his boss's phone, and the phone was fortunately connected immediately. Chebyshev hurriedly reported his experience. The person who answered the call was not Yakov, but a senior gang cadre who was in charge of Chebyshev. He certainly did not dare to call the shots when he heard that such a big thing had happened. He asked Chebyshev to wait first A moment, then hung up the phone. The news that Chebyshev and his men were kidnapped quickly reached Yakov's ears. Yakov did not dare to neglect, anyway, the food has been shipped to Somalia, who is not to hand it over! As long as people are okay, Yakov naturally agreed.

Chebyshev soon got Yakov's authorization to deliver the food. As long as you can exchange it for the safety of your subordinates. Chebyshev put his heart in his stomach. I felt that the Gorky Brotherhood was finally not a ruthless organization that ignored the troubled subordinates. He said to the kidnapper leader: "Okay, I can give you the food, but you have to let me go back. I want to go back and arrange it?"

"No, you can't go, let your hands go down!" The kidnapper said, shaking his head.

Chebyshev couldn't help it, but these men of his were peripheral members of the Gorky Brotherhood, not even the Soviets. In case they were gone, Chebyshev would be dead. For this plan, only the Central Asian Zakharov in his hand could trust him, so Chebyshev called his only compatriot here, Zakharov, and said to him: "Brother, Our inscriptions are now in your hands! You follow this general's people back, get the food out of the UN warehouse and give them to them, please brother!"