The moment he was pushed into the car, Dong Qiangqiang was really panicked. He felt like a potato in the winter farmer's market, being roughly thrown into a sack by a fierce Russian peasant woman.
However, Dong Qiangqiang quickly calmed down after experiencing many dangerous situations after coming to Germany. In fact, there was nothing he could do if he didn't calm down. After all, the opponent had the numerical advantage, and he had no chance of squaring off with the opponent, let alone the gun that was pressed against his ribs, silently reminding him not to do stupid things at all times.
So he knew very well that in the current situation, only using his brain was the safest thing, and everything else was meaningless.
Once he calmed down, Dong Qiangqiang's eyes, ears and nose began to collect information unconsciously.
Although the other party covered him with a black hood, the hood was not airtight. Instead, he could breathe easily. The material of the hood should be pure cotton or linen. If it were made of plastic, artificial leather or leather, Dong Qiangqiang would probably feel suffocated. It seemed that the other party didn't intend to kill him, but just didn't want him to see where the car went. Otherwise, wearing a hood would be completely unnecessary. After the conversation, he shot and killed him without fear of who he saw or talked to.
After thinking about this, Dong Qiangqiang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense nerves relaxed a little.
The car drove smoothly, and it was not stuffy inside. He smelled the smell of leather seats, which seemed to be a new car.
The car was very quiet. Although there were many bodyguards, not one of them made a sound. Dong Qiangqiang couldn't even hear their breathing, and he didn't know if there was anyone else in the car.
There was no harvest inside the car. He pricked up his ears and tried hard to hear if there was any eye-catching sound outside the car that could help him determine his location. Through the hood, he could see little bits of light. Near the Golden Circle Hotel was Hamburg's bustling commercial district. , there should be all kinds of noisy sounds on the road, but after a few seconds Dong Qiangqiang knew that he was doing useless work, because the sound insulation effect of Mercedes-Benz was even better than he expected.
He had to continue to hypothesize and deduce the cause and effect of the whole thing and his situation.
He completely went through in his mind yesterday's experience of drinking and vomiting with Sergeyla and then falling unconscious. He asked himself that there was no behavior in his words and deeds that offended the other party, and there was no conflict between the two parties. But this afternoon, thank you Ergaila avoided seeing him, and the two parties did not even meet each other to fight, and there was no way to talk about the conflict. Why did the other party find someone to tie him up now?
Could it be that Duanmu's words were a prophecy? Does the other party really want to launder money from them? If that's the case, then there's even less chance of him being killed. But this is why the other party spent so much effort? It makes no sense.
Dong Qiangqiang was puzzled.
At this moment, the driver suddenly turned the steering wheel and the car suddenly turned a sharp corner. Dong Qiangqiang was unprepared and was thrown out directly, falling on the bodyguard next to him, and the bodyguard on his right also bumped into him.
The driver cursed and turned the steering wheel back violently. Everyone in the car relived the reverse process again. Just when Dong Qiangqiang was about to ask what happened, he felt a soft thing hit his nose through the hood. .
A pungent smell rushed up to the top of his head along his nostrils. Just as Dong Qiangqiang was about to scream, the muzzle of the gun hurt his ribs.
Within ten seconds, he felt his eyelids drooping heavily, and his uncontrollable sleepiness quietly crept up on his head.
Almost at the same time, the muzzle of the gun pressed against his ribs was silently removed. Dong Qiangqiang raised his arms sleepily and tried to use his hands to support the back of the seat in front of him to prevent him from falling, but his hand was grabbed by another person. A strong hand pushed away.
Before he could make any more attempts, he passed out completely.
***
On summer nights, the wind on the hillside is as strong as autumn, blowing away all the debris that blocks the view. The air is clear and the view is excellent. The entire city of Hamburg is like a watermelon soaked in water, with an unobstructed view. Two figures stood side by side next to a fence, their shirts blown tightly to their bodies by the wind, as if they had just emerged from the water.
"I still don't understand," one of the shadows spoke first, but it was Anderson, "Why do you like them? Is it because they are Chinese? Or is it because their yield is higher than others?"
"Do you know what our shortcomings are?" Sergey asked, looking at the sea of light intertwined with red, green, blue and pink dots in front of him. "It's our identity." He sighed, "It doesn't matter if you No matter which country you immigrate to, it doesn't change the fact that you were once a Russian. Immigration is one thing, people believe it is another."
Anderson listened quietly without interrupting.
Sergeila turned his face and spit, then turned his face and continued: "When I was young, I thought that I could succeed by maximizing my strengths. Later, my two experiences in Hungary and London made me understand that strengths alone are not enough. , people can only go far in the long run if they can't make mistakes on their own shortcomings, especially fatal mistakes. If I can't change my shortcomings, then I have to find a team that can perfectly make up for my shortcomings. As for why I'm actually not sure whether I will choose them, but I never pursue absolute correctness when making decisions, but vague correctness."
"Badly correct?" Anderson smacked Sergeyla's words with understanding.
"That young man has an investment company, a trading company and a tourism company under his name. Although the scale is not large, it is enough to disturb the eyes of those who are staring at me. If I want to get rid of the interference of Americans, there are better ways than them. ?"
"Even if you want to find cover, do you need to do this to him?" Anderson turned to look at the dense forest behind him and asked in confusion.
"You sound like you're complaining." Sergey turned half around, his knife-like eyes firmly fixed on Anderson's face in the darkness.
"No, I just don't understand your purpose of doing this. In my opinion, you just need to give them the money. There is no need..."
"No need for anything?" Sergeyla interrupted Anderson almost rudely and continued, "No need to intimidate and threaten them?"
Anderson seemed to be quite afraid of the other party's majesty, and said nothing, which was regarded as acquiescing to the other party's statement.
Sergeila sneered and turned his attention to the city that never sleeps at the foot of the mountain again: "You don't understand the Chinese. I have been dealing with them for too long. I know that they can easily succumb to powerful forces. If you don't clearly show this to them, , they will use your brain and take all your stuff away. I mean, take it all away!"
Anderson narrowed his eyes and refused to comment on the other party's point of view, whether because of fear or because he couldn't find a suitable reason.
"But don't worry, he won't die. I just told him what a young man should know." Sergeyla patted Anderson's shoulder heavily, with a smug and indifferent smile on his face, "I'm like When he was this old, he had already understood the truth for more than ten years."
Anderson sighed inwardly, changed the subject and asked, "What about the wine?"
"Put it over with the money." Sergeyla's smile was instantly blown away, and he ordered expressionlessly, "Both carrots and sticks are necessary."
Anderson stared melancholy into the distance. A thick cloud layer rolled up in the night sky at some point. A faint light flashed through the cloud layer. The wind became stronger, and the small trees and dwarf vegetation behind them were blown away by the wind. Shaking this way and that, the air was filled with the smell of earth, as if a storm was about to come.
The summer rain in Germany is always like this. It comes suddenly and is gone in the blink of an eye.
The two stood silently for a moment. Someone came up behind Sergeira and whispered a few words. After saying that, he handed a mobile phone to Sergeira respectfully, then bowed his head and retreated into the darkness.
Sergeyla weighed the phone twice and seemed quite sad: "The era of Americans has fallen together with that building. From now on, the world will be dominated by the Russians. I will not miss such a good opportunity."
He put his cell phone into his pocket.
Understanding the other party's intention, Anderson hurriedly said goodbye and left the hillside.
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