Struggle in Russia

The handicraft area is the most chaotic urban area in Constanta except the dock area. There are all kinds of small merchants and small handicraftsmen gathered here. The narrow streets are full of sundries and rubbish on both sides. Dirty and smelly waste water flows everywhere. Of course, there are more drunkards.

The economic downturn has made the low-level Kuhaha more dependent on the paralyzing effect of alcohol. Every tavern in the handicraft industry area has been full since it opened, filled with all kinds of cheap and low-quality alcohol, making many frustrated Kuhaha drunk.

Vishniak didn't like this kind of atmosphere. It wasn't that the environment made him uncomfortable. He was familiar with this kind of environment. The small town he lived in when he was a child also had such a bar, and there were just as many alcoholics, and the pungent smell of low-quality alcohol was exactly the same. But the difference is that the small town he grew up in doesn't have so much hopelessness and negativity.

It was as if the most desperate and despondent people in Constanta had gathered together. This place was full of grievances, and it would explode with just one spark. Moreover, Huo Huo is really old and young. For three consecutive days, he has witnessed a group fight caused by a little quarrel. At least seven people were killed and countless were seriously injured.

[It’s really a violent city. 】

Vishniak tightened his dirty and ragged coat. This ragged coat was bought from a pawn shop. In this cold winter, someone pawned his clothes for two coppers just to eat a piece of black bread. He froze to death when he was full.

The shabby clothes and deliberate make-up made Vishniak closer to the kuhahas here. The only trouble is that he can’t open his mouth, because most of the kuhahas here are Romanians, and they speak Romania. language. And his Romanian is really not very good, simple daily conversations can make do, serious conversations will definitely fail.

Vishniak picked up his glass and imitated the behavior of other alcoholics around him and took a sip of low-quality potato wine. He had a headache for three days, and since then he has resolutely refused to drink this damn thing again, God knows what ingredients are in it.

Pretending to wipe his mouth, Vishniak carefully spit the alcohol in his mouth onto his sleeve, but the pungent smell still lingered in his mouth for a long time, making him want to faintly gag.

He couldn't hold it any longer, his head dropped to the edge of the table and he vomited loudly.

Contrary to what Vishniak estimated, he did not become the focus of the audience, and no one even glanced at him, because a small man at the next table quickly vomited and sprayed the table directly. He just scolded and chattered and snatched his wine glass, carefully covered the mouth of the glass, and then continued to drink like no one else, as if there was nothing more important in this world than this.

Drinking heavily, throwing up when drunk, this is the norm in poor taverns.

Nobody cares unless you spit in someone's face or into a glass, especially the latter, which can easily lead to violence. After all, for these bitter hahas, every glass of wine is extremely precious, and they may not be able to exchange two or three glasses of wine for a day of hard work.

Vishniak soon discovered the benefit of vomiting, that is, he could use it to spit out the poor-quality alcohol openly, which was more concealed than frequent mouth wiping.

"Has the target appeared?" Vishniak lowered his head and asked the soldiers next to him in a low voice, taking advantage of the timing of vomiting.

"There it is, Battalion Commander. He went through the door behind the bar."

Vishniak hummed, and ordered: "Let the big guys get ready, do it as soon as the target appears, and then evacuate immediately, and pay attention to safety!"

The soldier nodded, picked up the wine glass calmly and "shakyly" walked towards the wine table next to him, and soon Vishniak's people were ready.

"Do it!"

Just as the target walked out of the bar and was about to cross Vishniak and the others, following Vishniak's order, four or five soldiers from the second company drew out their daggers and stabbed at the target group of people. The three people, including the target and the bodyguard, fell to the ground before they even had time to scream. Red blood gushed out from their wounds, and soon there was a large pool.

At this time, the drunks around hadn't realized what was going on. Drunk unconsciousness is the norm in taverns. There are often people who are still fighting for a drink one second, and then fall down like a log and snore loudly the next second.

It's just that the situation is a little different this time. When the drunks finally realized that what was dripping all over the floor was not wine, and when the dark red blood stimulated their sluggish nerves, they finally reacted belatedly. :

"Ah! Killed!"

With a sound of coaxing, there was a mess in the bar, and at this time Vishniak and others had already reached the door, and all of them had surrounded their faces with the St. Fire in the direction of the liquor cabinet!

boom!

"Long live Russia, Romanian pigs, die!"

The gunshots caused chaos in the bar, and the drunken alcoholics either hugged their heads and retreated, or screamed and fled in all directions, like a pot of boiling water, hot and deadly.

When Vishniak disappeared into the dark alley with his men and horses, when the Turks rushed to the scene, only five corpses and groups of poor people who were trampled and moaned were left behind.

"What's the matter?" asked the Chief of Security.

"Little Silviu of the Hammer Gang was stabbed to death, along with two of his bodyguards, and two other drunks were trampled to death."

The security captain asked again: "Who did it?"

"It seems to be a Russian guy, maybe the Iron Eagle Society did it. Little Silviu just had a fight with the Iron Eagle Society last week. It seems that he killed two people. It may be the Iron Eagle Society's revenge. When the murderer left Shouted Russian slogans in Russian..."

The chief of security felt a headache, because the Russians were involved, which made things complicated. In view of the current unhappiness between Russia and Wallachia, it is likely that Russian official forces were behind the assassination.

However, the Russian government cannot afford to offend Turkey. Even if the people keep shouting at Russia, no matter whether it is the sultan, the grand vizier or the pashas, ​​they have no courage to fight against the Russians. They are really scared of being beaten.

However, this case cannot be investigated without investigation, because the Hammer Gang is now very close to the British. As far as the security captain knows, the Hammer Gang has received a lot of funding from the British this month to smuggle weapons and personnel to Wa rachia.

If you don't check, the British may also make trouble. Like the Russians, these damn British guys are not easy to deal with at all...