Siheyuan: Learning to be the sixth

Petrov led a group of his men into the shabby tavern with a gloomy face. As soon as he entered, he saw Gorbachev sitting alone in a corner with an unopened bottle of vodka and two glasses in front of him.

The two looked at each other, and neither spoke. They just walked to the table and sat opposite each other. After the waiter brought the food and drinks to the table, Petrov took the lead in pouring himself a full glass of strong liquor and drank it all in one gulp. Then, he drank several more glasses in succession, and then slammed the glass on the table, staring at Gorbachev and shouting: "Gorbachev, what do you mean by your people? Isn't the money I gave you enough? Why do you KGB people keep staring at my people!"

Gorbachev picked up the bottle expressionlessly, slowly poured himself half a glass of wine, and then took a sip. After a moment of silence, he raised his head and replied with a heavy face: "Petrov, you should know that the KGB is not something I can control alone. I have tried my best to help you clear the obstacles on your way forward, but some guys are really stubborn and want to die for the Soviet Union. I can't do anything about this situation."

Petrov frowned and stared at Gorbachev's eyes, trying to tell from his expression whether his words were true or false. However, Gorbachev remained calm, making it impossible for Petrov to judge. After a long while, Petrov finally gave up the idea of ​​exploring the truth, because he knew that time was running out and he could not continue to entangle with Gorbachev here. Seeing that the Chinese New Year was about to come, if the key figure named He Yuzhu took this opportunity to return to Beijing to celebrate the New Year, then all his previous efforts would be in vain, and the losses would be heavy. Thinking of this, Petrov took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and said to Gorbachev coldly: "No matter what, you must solve this matter for me as soon as possible, otherwise our cooperation will end here!" After that, he stood up suddenly, turned around and left with his men, leaving Gorbachev sitting there alone, looking at their backs as they went away, thinking...

Then, he slowly picked up the exquisite and transparent wine glass in front of him, narrowed his eyes slightly, stared straight at Gorbachev opposite him with a gaze as cold as a knife, then a barely perceptible sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he said in a low and threatening voice: "Gorbachev, I'm going to say this today! Let me be frank first, if anyone dares to block my way to wealth and hinder my path to wealth, then don't blame me for being cruel and merciless! Humph!" After that, Petrov drank the wine in the glass in one gulp and put down the glass heavily with a crisp sound.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the whole room seemed to freeze in an instant, and there was a dead silence. Gorbachev's face changed slightly, but he soon regained his composure. He looked at Petrov coldly, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Petrov, you should know that we have always been the most loyal and reliable partners. There is no doubt about that! But..." As he spoke, he took out a thick envelope from his arms, gently placed it on the table, pushed it in front of Petrov, and then said, "This is a detailed list that I asked someone to carefully list. The people listed on it are all die-hard fans of Gorbachev in Moscow. As for how you plan to deal with this matter next, hehe... I can only say that I will pretend that I know nothing about it and pretend that nothing has happened."

Petrov stretched out his trembling hands helplessly and slowly took the heavy list from Gorbachev. He took a deep breath, knowing that he was the most anxious person at the moment. Gorbachev's move was extremely clever. Not only did he force him to hand in the so-called letter of surrender, but he also wanted to take this opportunity to use his hands to eliminate those dissidents who disagreed with him.

Petrov thought to himself, "I have always been known for my cruelty, but I never expected Gorbachev to be even more cruel than me. Even this list has been prepared in advance, which shows how far-reaching his planning is and how sinister his intentions are. In the future, when dealing with Gorbachev, I must be more careful and cautious, and never take it lightly, otherwise I will fall into an irretrievable situation."

Thinking of this, Petrov gritted his teeth and said stubbornly: "Okay, only this time, there will never be a next time!" After that, he tightly grasped the list, led his men away in a hurry without looking back.

On the way back, Petrov's mood became heavier. He couldn't help but take out the list again and look at it carefully. He couldn't help but take a breath after just one glance. There were many names listed on the list, including some powerful people. The fate of these people was now in his hands. If he made any move, they would probably face a catastrophe.

"Gorbachev, Gorbachev, you are so cruel! Are you really going to kill them all? Do you really want to wipe them out completely?" Petrov muttered to himself, unconsciously speeding up his pace. At this moment, he only hoped to complete this terrifying task as soon as possible and stay away from the center of this political vortex.

The next morning, when the first ray of sunlight pierced through the darkness and shone on the earth, gunshots of varying sizes suddenly came from all corners of the Far East, breaking the originally peaceful dawn, as if foreshadowing the coming of a storm.

Gorbachev stood quietly in front of the huge French window in the VIP room of the largest hotel in the Far East, looking down at the city with a solemn expression. Outside the window, the morning sun was just breaking, and the golden light gradually brightened the entire Far East skyline. In this vast land, chaos and conflict were quietly spreading.

Gorbachev raised the glass in his hand, facing the slowly rising sun, and drank the wine in the glass without hesitation. The spicy liquid slid down his throat into his stomach, bringing a burning sensation, but his eyes never left the scene in front of him.

At the same time, Yulia, who was far away in Harbin, keenly noticed that the mysterious people who had been staring at her had all evacuated at some point. She was secretly happy and immediately realized that this must be the result of her boss's actions.

Sure enough, the next second, a crisp phone ring suddenly rang. Yulia quickly picked up the phone, and a familiar voice came from the receiver: "Yulia, everything here has been resolved. Now, you can contact He Yuzhu and prepare for the next transaction." Hearing this news, Yulia showed a confident smile on her face, she knew that there would be another thrilling adventure waiting for them next...