Becoming a Russian Oligarch After Rebirth
Chapter 1411 - 1105: Shooting Incident_2

Chapter 1411: Chapter 1105: Shooting Incident_2

And another group of people who were not quite satisfied with the status quo chose to support Grezlov because they knew that supporting Medvedev was just gilding the lily, while supporting Grezlov was truly helping someone in need!

Supporting someone is still supporting, so why not choose a candidate who can bring oneself greater benefits after winning...

Slapping the dining table, Medvedev gritted his teeth and said, "What a scattered bunch! I think it’s time for our faction to cleanse and consolidate. Those who only look out for their own interests rather than the faction’s should not stay!"

Father-in-law quite agreed, nodding slightly, but he no longer had the time to do this.

Although he had been re-elected for two terms, his foundation was not strong, and due to the country’s domestic and foreign difficulties in previous years, everything was in chaos, so he had no energy to rearrange his faction’s internal affairs, nor did he dare to disturb the internal faction lightly, especially since he still needed the faction’s support to deal with "foreign enemies."

Just as he was starting to ease the situation over the past few years, with great economic development and breakthroughs in foreign affairs, this would have been the perfect time for him to put his faction in order. Unfortunately, his term was up...

The reason he chose to push his "junior brother" Medvedev forward was to prepare for his reelection in a few years, because he felt there was still much to do!

Medvedev was like a transition, so he wouldn’t allow anyone to disrupt his plans -- not even Grezlov!

...

While Medvedev and the other two were discussing how to rectify the faction, Grezlov’s car had already left the Kremlin and was driving down the main street towards his home.

Since he came to the Kremlin for a banquet tonight, he did not bring security personnel, only a driver and an assistant were in the car.

It was getting late and with heavy snowfall making the weather cold, there were not many vehicles on the road, and hardly any pedestrians to be seen.

The dim streetlights illuminated the swirling goose feather-like heavy snow, blanketing everything in a white expanse, with a thick layer of snow already accumulated on the road.

Due to slippery road conditions, the driver was not driving fast.

Grezlov leaned back in the rear seat with his eyes closed, replenishing his energy, his mind still circling the scenes from dinner, he was well aware that he could not get any assistance from the Kremlin.

Even today’s dinner was aiming to persuade him to give up the general election and instead support Medvedev.

But why should he?

Having been in politics for decades, his career had always been smooth sailing, and he even had the opportunity to reach the highest office at one point, but unfortunately, the person in power did not choose him but went for the less well-known current head of the Kremlin.

For the overall interest of the faction, he accepted the situation and cooperated with his work wholeheartedly, diligently upholding the interests of the faction.

Now that he was about to retire, to further promote another "whippersnapper" with far less experience than himself, Grezlov could not tolerate it anymore.

Initially, he did not participate in the general election because he understood that his influence in the faction had been waning over the years, and relying solely on himself, even if he entered the election, he could not muster enough support.

However, Rilinov’s joining changed everything. He now had the confidence to stand up, and many members of the faction started to believe that he indeed had a chance at the top position, so they chose to support him.

Now that the general election was about to kick off, his support rate was on par with Medvedev and Rossiyana, but Grezlov believed that as long as he maintained this situation, he would emerge victorious in the end!

One must know that there exists a ’silent majority’ in society, who may not be vocal on a regular basis – simply working hard and living their lives – but come election time, they tend to choose someone with ample experience and high prestige like himself!

After all, being the Speaker of the House for so many years wasn’t for nothing...

Moreover, Rilinov had also promised him that Khodorkovsky would provide significant financial support!

Perhaps in terms of election funds, he could not match Rossiyana, as she came from a wealthy family and had a good husband...

But surpassing Medvedev was definitely no problem.

...

Grezlov, whose mind was filled with random thoughts, suddenly heard a series of muffled "bang bang bang..." sounds, followed by the car lurching forward violently, throwing his entire body against the backrest and almost causing a neck sprain.

Before he could react and ask what had happened, he heard the assistant in the front seat exclaim in alarm.

"Speaker, there are gunmen..."

As the assistant cried out, there was another intense sound from the rear window, like many small stones being hurled at high speed against the rear glass.

Grezlov turned to look and saw through the rear window that behind them, a Lada was chasing their car, with two people wearing black hoods sticking out of the vehicle, each holding an AK rifle and firing at his car.

But why hadn’t his car’s windows been penetrated...

Grezlov suddenly remembered that he had recently switched to a bullet-proof car, which was a gift from Mikhail.

Luckily he had switched to this car, if he were still in the usual Land Rover Range Rover, he might be dead on this day...

The Land Rover’s power was still formidable, and with the driver nearly flooring the accelerator into the engine, the black Range Rover raced down the empty street like a giant beast, leaving the pursuing vehicle a distance away as it seemed to lack the power to keep up.

The gunfire had created a ruckus, which likely caught the attention of nearby patrolling police, as sirens could now be heard coming their way.

Seeing the situation becoming untenable, the gunman’s car promptly made a sharp turn, giving up the chase and disappearing into a side alley.

Only then, realizing he was safe, did Grezlov feel a wave of relief wash over him, sweat beads densely covering his forehead.

Who in the world was this!

Wanting his life...

...

The news of Grezlov being shot at spread like wildfire across Moscow!

Wang Ye received the news immediately, it was Grezlov who had personally called him. Grezlov was still in his car when he made the call.

"Misha, I was just heading home when I encountered gunmen. Luckily you gave me this bullet-proof car, otherwise, I might not have had the chance to call you..." said Grezlov, followed by another wave of fear.

Wang Ye was also quite shocked to hear this; although he himself had encountered more dangerous situations than this more than once, but Grezlov was different from him.

He’s known as the "Mr. Nice Guy" in the political arena, usually does not make enemies with anyone, so why would he suddenly be shot at...

He quickly asked, "Speaker, are you injured? What’s the situation now?"

"It’s fine, this car is really sturdy. The windows didn’t even shatter, haha. I’ve had my assistant call the police, now I’m heading directly to the police station to report the incident. Lots of police cars are heading this way, there shouldn’t be any further issues. But I still can’t figure out who would want me dead!" Grezlov said, almost gritting his teeth.

Wang Ye thought for a moment and said decisively: "Go to the police station first, I’ll also come over later, we’ll talk when we meet. The most important thing is to ensure your safety, and then capture the gunman. Once we catch the person, everything will be clear."

...

After hanging up, Wang Ye dressed while instructing his motorcade to get ready and set off for the police station!

Because of the assassination attempt on Grezlov, Wang Ye became extra cautious and deliberately brought along two additional security vehicles, with a grand procession of over a dozen large Land Rovers, just the security personnel alone numbered about forty...

With this entourage, he figured no one would dare to mess with him!