Struggle in Russia

Christian Torel is just forty years old this year, but he has been the leader of the Hammer Gang for five years. Five years ago, in front of the old leader, he killed seven Russians, cut their throats and bled them one by one. , Completed revenge for the youngest son of the old gang leader. Only then did he get the approval of the old gang leader to become the next gang leader.

Torrel is very cruel and bloodthirsty. Since the day he joined the Hammer Gang, he has been doing dirty work, cleaning up traitors in the gang, assassinating Turkish bastards, and fighting with Russians. Walking over, there are countless bones and flesh and blood under his leader's seat.

Torel thinks he is a man, and thinks he is powerful, at least stronger than the deputy gang leader and chief accountant. Of these two people, one is sullen and taciturn and only knows how to engage in conspiracies and tricks, while the other has fallen into the eyes of money. He only has money in his eyes, and they are neither men nor strong enough.

According to Torel, he absolutely doesn't like such a weak person staying by his side and occupying a high position. But this is what the old gang leader meant. Even if the old gang leader passed on the position of gang leader to him in the end, he was still not at ease. In his words:

"Kerry, fighting and killing is necessary, but running the Hammer Gang is not just about fighting and killing. You need to use your mind more, and your mind can make you stronger!"

It's just that Torel doesn't think he has no brains. He just thinks that using hands is more direct and efficient than using brains. Only by using iron and blood methods can we deter the enemy, make them fear, and maintain the status of the Hammer Gang.

As for the mind, thinking too much is always too slow and procrastinated, meaningless.

"What do the British say?" Torel asked casually while picking his nails with a dagger.

"The British have promised to pay us another thousand pounds if we send the next group safely into Moldavia."

Torrel glanced at Gabriel, the accountant, and said unhappily: "Why is it only one thousand pounds? It's not enough, tell them I want two thousand!"

The accountant Gabriel replied with a wry smile: "I'm afraid it will be difficult. The British are not as generous and generous as you imagined, but they are a bit haggling!"

Torel stuck the dagger heavily on the table, and said angrily, "I don't care! I want two thousand pounds, and I want to see two thousand pounds in front of me, and I can't afford to lose even one penny!"

Gabriel wondered: "Boss, this is impossible, the British are not satisfied with the price of 1,000 pounds..."

He was interrupted mercilessly by Torel before he finished speaking. He waved his hand and said domineeringly: "I don't care! This is your job! As the accountant, your task is to sell our services at a good price .and the current prices are far from good enough!”

Gabriel, with his round oval face, showed a troubled expression.

As the accountant in charge of financial power, he seems to have a lot of money in his hands, but in fact he has to rack his brains for every penny of income:

The Turks are greedy and need his attention; the Russians are cruel and vicious and need his money to buy weapons for his brothers in the gang; and those Serbs, Bulgarians and Greeks are all competitors of the Hammer Gang. , If he sees the opportunity, he will tear a piece of flesh from the gang, which will cost him money to cultivate.

If Torel just spends money lavishly, it's fine, and from time to time he criticizes him for not making enough money fast enough. Nima, do you think money is so easy to earn? What do you think the three melons and two dates you got from Tuorel's house robbery and extortion are enough for you? The medical bills and pensions of the subordinates who only know how to fight, kill, dance with knives and guns are not enough.

It's not that he smuggled and took private jobs and contacted foreign friends to get sponsors, so as to maintain the prosperity of the Hammer Gang, okay?

Gabriel doesn't like Torel, or despise this cruel and savage boss. When the old leader passed the position to Torel, he tried his best to oppose it, because this idiot didn't understand business at all, he only knew how to fight and slash people like a gangster, and only knew to scare the common people who feared him like a tiger.

What is such a pattern enough for? Could it be that the Hammer gang has been living in the handicraft industry all their lives as gangsters? Do hooligans?

Gabriel has gone to school, read books, and knows that being a gangster can only live in the quagmire forever, and there will never be a bright future. And he wants to stand out, he wants to live in a mansion like an aristocrat, eat a big meal, have a luxury car in and out, and have no white people in and out, he wants to be a master. Instead of being a gangster in the handicraft area forever!

Gabriel touched the soft and shiny hair that had been waxed. These precious hairs have become thinner and thinner in the past five years, and the reason is naturally due to hard work, especially hard work. He doubted that he would lose his head before he entered the upper class. You must know that he was only forty-one years old, the best age for a man.

And these unnecessary troubles were all done by that bastard Torel. Tell him not to provoke the Turks and the Russians, he does, and always leaves a mess for him to wipe his ass for money. The money was earned with great difficulty, and it was thrown into the water so meaninglessly, without even making a sound!

Gabriel's heart hurts at the thought of this, and he can't sleep because of the pain! Do you think this can prevent hair loss?

So Gabriel's anger also came, and after being taught a few words by Torel, he said directly:

"Since the boss means that, I'll just do it. But the British will definitely not agree, after all, the Greeks can do the same thing for them, and the price is cheaper...I guess we won't be able to earn the thousand pounds , and will offend the British, I am afraid it will be very ugly by then!"

Tuorel suddenly opened his eyes wide, staring viciously at the dead fat man on his left, this chubby man in a suit looked awkward no matter how he looked, he thought he was superior after two days of reading, but he was so well-mannered that he looked like a dog. Don't you know how embarrassing you were when you were a child and couldn't even eat dirt!

Torrel didn't like Gabriel, and felt that this fat man who had forgotten his roots was too greedy, always tampering with the accounts, and always using tricks behind his back to make money. All the money was brought back by him and the brothers in the gang fighting with swords and swords. Otherwise, you can smuggle and open a shop with peace of mind?

But you bastard is living such a prosperous life, but you still want to deduct the brothers in the gang, especially those brothers who have shed blood and sweat for the gang. You have to care about such a little medical expenses and alimony. A little human.

This kind of black-hearted bastard is not worthy of staying in the gang at all, let alone being a veteran. It is best to hack him to death and throw him out to feed the dogs! This is the end that despicable villains should have!

Torel slapped the table and said angrily: "What are you talking about? Are you blatantly threatening me!"