Rebirth: My 80s

Chapter 1175: Beauty Army

What is this place?

Standing in the corridor of the monastery basement, looking at the closed rooms on both sides, I heard all kinds of noises, including whips, sticks, and heavy objects hitting...

The most common thing is the heart-wrenching screams of women.

If this place wasn't underground, these sounds would be enough to break through the night sky and be heard by everyone within a kilometer radius.

The air was filled with a complex and indefinable smell of foulness.

Suwa dry heaved several times and almost vomited, her expression terrified and dull.

The chubby middle-aged man was still introducing enthusiastically, roughly saying that the toys here were all carefully selected, and were the kind that when you meet them on the street, many men can only swallow their saliva secretly and can't even muster the courage to chat them up.

Here, VIPs can do whatever they want to them as long as the money is right.

Timofeev said with a sigh, "What if he was killed by accident?"

The chubby middle-aged man smiled and said, "Well, it's a bit expensive."

Anton suddenly became excited, "Nothing will happen?"

"After the VIPs have had their fun, they can just leave without any worries."

"So awesome? Who's your boss?"

"Please rest assured, distinguished guest. Since we dare to say so, we can definitely do it."

Anton raised his hand and patted his shoulder, saying with a fake smile: "May I ask who your boss is?"

The fat middle-aged man's smile faded, "Someone you can't afford to offend."

Anton laughed, "Then you must tell me today."

The chubby middle-aged man frowned and asked, "Are you here to cause trouble?"

The corridor was guarded by someone. At the entrance and at the end, there were two strong men in black. After hearing what the fat middle-aged man said, they gathered around with unfriendly faces.

Timofeev laughed to himself, "Interesting."

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Anton and the driver each pulled out a pistol from their waists and pointed it at the four people approaching from both sides. At the same time, Anton grabbed the fat middle-aged man by the collar with his other hand.

The latter's pupils contracted, and he said sternly: "Don't blame me for not reminding you all, if you dare to cause trouble here, you will never see the sun again."

He paused, puffed out his chest and said, "This is the property of Timofeev, the biggest thief in Moscow, who killed Godfather Ivankov!"

Timofeev: “???”

Anton and the driver were both stunned, and then they all laughed so hard that they almost cried. Even Suwa looked surprised.

"I say, fat pig, do you know who he is?" Anton pointed at Timofeyev.

Timofeyev said unhappily, "I am Timofeyev."

How come he doesn't know he has such a tough business?

But he soon realized that the dead Ivankov's sphere of influence was extremely large and his business was numerous. After all, he had just taken over the business not long ago and did not fully understand it yet.

The fat middle-aged man and the four sturdy men in black were all stunned.

They didn't think anyone in the underworld would dare to impersonate Timofeev, and the fat middle-aged man looked at the description of the boss's boss's boss and it all matched the description. His momentum immediately fell, and he put on a more flattering smile than before, repeatedly apologizing and saying that he was blind.

Just then, a high-pitched scream was heard, and Suwa's eyes suddenly widened.

Then, without caring about what strange situation was happening here, he ran towards the sound.

clap clap clap!

"Open the door!"

clap clap clap!

The door did not move. Timofeev, who followed, signaled to the fat middle-aged man to open it. The latter hesitated, stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear that the VIP inside was of no ordinary status.

Timofeev frowned upon learning the situation, but after looking at Suva who was anxiously urging the door, he made up his mind and said, "Open it!"

The fat middle-aged man had the keys to every room in the basement in case of any accidents.

A while ago, an old gentleman was so excited while playing that he almost suffocated. Fortunately, he brought his followers with him, who had been guarding outside the door. Seeing that there was no movement inside for a long time, he called someone to open the door and fed the old gentleman a quick-acting heart pill, which saved his life.

Bang!

After unlocking the door, Anton kicked it open.

"What?!"

In the room, an old man wearing a black leather apron, with his buttocks bare and his fat body exposed, turned his head and scolded.

There were locks on one wall, fixing a curvaceous figure from the limbs. However, the perfect body was covered with bruises, and there was hardly a piece of good meat.

The woman's hair was disheveled, her facial features were distorted, tears were streaming down her face, her body was shaking constantly, and her blue eyes were filled with fear and were lifeless.

"You beast!"

Suwa slapped the old man in the face, then ran to the wall to unlock the button, "Milana! It's me, Milana! Milana, Milana, what's wrong with you..."

"You dare to hit me?!"

The old man was already furious because his mood was disturbed, and now he was slapped by a little girl. He was so angry that his fat body was shaking. He rushed forward and raised his hand to grab Su Wa's hair to make her pay, but a voice came from his ear, "If you dare to touch her, I will chop off your hand."

The old man turned his head sharply and looked at Timofeev, and shouted angrily, "Do you know who I am?"

Timofeev whispered, "Get lost."

The old man laughed in anger, and it was obvious that Ivankov was in cahoots with the manager here. He threatened to make them pay the price and cursed, implying that after Ivankov's death, these guys were becoming less and less powerful.

Timofeev frowned and wanted to ask Anton to find a camera, but after thinking about it, he gave up. If this place was exposed, he would not be able to escape the responsibility. After all, Ivankov had been dead for a while. He took over Ivankov's power in its entirety, so this place really belonged to him.

As for the old man's threats, he was a little annoyed, but not scared.

Timofeyev also has a backer.

This feud was caused by Su Wa, so how can Mr. Li just ignore it?

Milana, who was sitting on the ground and putting on her clothes, didn't know how long she had been tortured like this day after day. Her mental state was worrying. Su Wa spent a lot of effort to help her regain consciousness. "Su... Wa?"

"it's me!"

Su Wa secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the two girls hugged each other, both crying.

The street prostitutes they met on the street earlier were quite envious of Milana. They heard that Happy Paradise only received wealthy customers who spent lavishly. This was indeed true. Someone deliberately spread such news and sometimes brought a group of girls dressed in gold and silver to parade through the streets, go on a shopping spree, and spend money recklessly.

However, the girls who were abducted here no longer have freedom, and even their lives are not in their own control, and they have been completely reduced to slaves.

Crime and chaos have always been companions.

The increasingly chaotic social order in the Soviet Union would inevitably breed more evil.

After Anton came back from a stroll, he said to Timofeev with a smile: "Boss, this place is quite interesting."

Timofeev yelled, "Go knock on all the doors and kick out all the guests."

The chubby middle-aged man said, "Ah? This...are you not going to do business?"

He was afraid that Timofeev didn't know how profitable this seemingly small business was, so he gave him a detailed report.

It was tempting, but Timofeev looked down on this business. Kidnapping and enslaving women and children, what kind of hero is that? He originally thought that Ivankov only engaged in the kind of consensual flesh trade. Now that he thought about it, it would not be unfair to kill him.

Pooh!

After a lot of noise, Anton came back and said with wide eyes: "Boss, you should reconsider it."

Timofeev kicked him, but he dodged and explained: "That fat pig didn't lie. The girls here are prettier than the other!"

The "fat pig" was looking at the ecstasy paradise he had put so much effort into outside the door, which was gradually disintegrated amid the curses of the VIPs. His heart was bleeding, thinking, isn't that right? There are many beautiful girls on the street who have no one to rely on and come out to stand on the street, and those who can be brought here are all the best ones picked from the hundreds of people.

The richer people are, the more shrewd they are. How easy is it to get them to spend money lavishly?

"And most of them are a little bit mentally abnormal, silly and cute, quite..." Anton swallowed his saliva, "adorable."

"How cute?"

"Go and see, this girl is only ranked middle in there." Anton pointed at Milana, whose mental state had improved a lot under the care of her friends. The latter had no injuries on her face, and her facial features were no longer distorted. She looked as pretty as Suwa.

Timofeev was purely curious, so he followed him and went to visit some foreign friends. When he came back, he also felt dry in the mouth.

By this time, Suwa had explained to Milana why she came here, and Milana murmured, "Work?"

"Yes! Our country is going to set up a foreign-funded bank. It's a decent job with a high salary. But the person who manages the bank, Ms. Liu, is a woman. She's very beautiful and seems to value appearance. Don't get me wrong. I have some ability now. I will protect you and no one can deceive you again."

When Suwa said this, she held Milana's little face with both hands, feeling distressed and jokingly said, "Fortunately, your little face is not scratched."

Timofeev thought that he could spend money to bring one or two women back to spend the night with him, but he was afraid it would be inappropriate to release so many women who were not very smart and were covered in scars all at once.

A bit of a headache.

----

In the office filled with a fresh smell, Liu Jingyan stood up from behind the mahogany desk, beckoned Su Wa to come to the side, and asked in a low voice: "Your friend is as timid as you, but is he... not very smart? Did he really work as a cashier before?"

He looks pretty good, and he looks kind of pitiful.

Su Wa hesitated for a moment and asked softly, "Sister Liu, do you mind if a person has taken a detour due to the pressure of life?"

"How many bends?"

Su Wa sighed secretly and told Milana the reason why she was in a trance without hiding anything. At the end, she added, "When we first met last night, she didn't even recognize me. She has gotten much better after one night. I believe that in two or three days, she will be able to recover. I hope Sister Liu will give her a chance."

Liu Jingyan frowned, but she was also a worldly-wise person. In America, she was invited to visit a private island, and what she saw and heard was not much better than what Suwa said.

"What about the girls?"

"He's still here. He's been subjected to such inhumane treatment every day. His body and spirit are devastated. He needs time to heal. Timofeev said it would be troublesome to release him now. Let's talk about it in a few days."

"Are they all really as pretty as Milana?"

"Most of them are prettier than her."

Liu Jingyan was delighted and said with a smile: "Go and tell Timofeev to bring them all to me."

"what?"

"Didn't your dear boss tell you that I was going to form an army of beautiful women?" Liu Jingyan joked. This is probably what they mean by "after searching for a needle in a haystack, you finally get it without any effort."

There were no rich women in the Soviet Union. Although the slogan "women hold up half the sky" was always being shouted, inequality between men and women was still prevalent, and men were the masters of the household.

Suva shook her head, then became ecstatic, and agreed, saying that she would go find Timofeyev immediately.

----

A group of migratory dragons suddenly appeared near the Yaroslavl railway station today.

Not to mention the Li Jing Gang, after the Chechens who ruled this area figured out the situation, their leaders rushed to put out fires and disperse their own gathered troops, fearing that some blind guy would lose control of his hands and feet, offend the King of Hell, and then rush to the other side to report.

That really means the little devil meets the King of Hell.

He was trembling with fear and didn't dare to breathe.

Then someone said: "From today on, the land around the Yaroslavl railway station belongs to the Orekhovo Group."

The Chechen leader immediately stood at attention and responded in a resounding "Yes!"

God knows why the Orekhovo Group would take a fancy to such a tiny piece of land, and we dare not ask.

There is a small building with a courtyard near the train station. All the flowers and plants previously planted in the flower beds in the courtyard were dug up, and someone tried to sow some rapeseeds. Most of them did not grow, and even those that broke through the soil were not very mature, like a thin layer of moss.

This is the base camp of the Jing Gang.

At this time, the courtyard and the house were full of people. One side was like the emperor's personal soldiers who accompanied him on a visit to inspect the territory, while the other side was listless and had completely different auras.

In the hall on the first floor of the house, there was only one person sitting on the huge black leather sofa. Anton came over to report that except for two core members of the Jing Gang who returned to their hometown to visit relatives, all other core members were present.

Timofeev nodded with satisfaction and said, "Those two don't need to come back."

He kicked a black canvas bag at his feet. Someone had checked it just now, and there was a copy of Mr. Li's Franklin.

They are not less courageous.

"Don't get me wrong, it's not about the money. It never belonged to you."

Timofeev glanced at the leaders of the Xijing Gang who were hanging their heads and gritting their teeth, and said slowly, "You ran to a foreign country and waited for your compatriots to come to you. How despicable! Don't say that I can't stand it. If I had known earlier, I would have dealt with you. We in the Soviet Union are so short of supplies now. It's not easy for us to get some brave merchants who are willing to sell goods here. You dare to take advantage of them. Damn it!"

"Okay, okay, I've strayed off topic. Anyway, from now on, Yaroslavl Station, the terminus of the K3/4 international train, will be managed by my people. We warmly welcome Chinese businessmen to come. As for you."

"It was my idea to confiscate all your property. It had nothing to do with that person. He was very nice to you and even asked me to buy tickets for you. Then I thought, if you have money, would you need me to buy tickets? I have to do what he asked me to do, so you must be penniless."

"The tickets will be sent to you later. They are one-way tickets. From now on, you'd better not come to the Soviet Union. I have the information here. Hehe, I guarantee that you will never come back. Aren't you good at being a bully at home? Go back to your hometown and bully others. You are not a hero if you rely on your first-come-first-served advantage to bully those who come later."

"Any comments?"

Several leaders of the Jing Gang almost broke their teeth. After years of fighting and risking their lives, the power and wealth they had gained vanished in an instant. It was unacceptable to bully people like this.

Timofeev patted his butt and stood up, "Then this..."

"Who is he?" The leader of the Jing Gang squeezed out a sentence in Russian from between his teeth.

"Him." Timofeev walked closer, raised his hands, put them on the man's shoulders, and said with a smile, "Come, I'll tell you..."

He suddenly exerted force with both hands, pressed down on the man's head and squeezed it hard.

There was a crisp sound, and the man fell to the ground limply.

Timofeev spat on the corpse and said, "What kind of a jerk is that? You're still thinking about him."

Inside and outside the house, everyone was silent.

Li Jiankun doesn't know yet that he is just doing it casually to smooth out an injustice, but in the near future, it will create a new atmosphere for East European trade. Even the Sino-Russian train robbery in 1993, which had a huge impact, has been blown away without a trace.