Becoming a Russian Oligarch After Rebirth
Chapter 175: This is Professionalism_1

Chapter 175: Chapter 175: This is Professionalism_1

Anton said expressionlessly, "Kill them both, and you’ll live, and you’ll still be the gang leader when you go back. Otherwise..."

He didn’t need to finish; he believed Aiermal understood.

Aiermal swallowed nervously, looking stunned.

He was trembling. It seemed like he wanted to reach out and take the gun, but despite several attempts, he couldn’t lift his hand.

Lokayev and his cousin who were standing nearby clearly heard Anton’s words.

Lokayev was furious, as he turned and stared menacingly at Aiermal, "Do you really think they will spare you if you do this? They’re just fooling you!"

His cousin started cursing, "Suka Column! If you want to take action, just hurry up. Don’t play games. I am telling you, if anything happens to us three, you won’t get away with it! Our brothers will avenge us, not just you, but your family, none will escape!"

Anton glanced at him coldly, then raised his left hand slightly, making a hooking gesture with his fingers.

A burly man wearing a black hood came from behind, raised his AK74, and directly smashed the butt of the weapon onto Lokayev’s cousin’s head.

Accompanied by a muffled thud, the cousin was knocked to the ground.

He stopped playing tough and began to writhe on the ground in pain.

......

"You only have three seconds to make a choice, 3...2..."

Anton looked at Aiermal and said coldly.

When he counted to "2", Aiermal gritted his teeth, reached out and took the gun from his hand.

Then they turned toward Lokayev and his cousin, trembling.

Behind Anton, several burly men in black hoods also raised their AK74s, their safeties off, pointing them all at Aiermal. Just in case he made any sudden moves, they were ready to kill him at any moment!

Wang Ye leaned against the hood of the Mercedes-Benz, still leisurely smoking a cigarette, seemingly not caring about what was happening here.

"You won’t do this! Aiermal, we’re brothers." Lokayev’s forehead was dripping sweat, his lips quivered as he spoke.

But the response to his pleas were two loud bangs...

Lokayev clutched his chest, his face in disbelief. He glanced down at the blood seeping through his fingers, and when he tried to raise his head to question Aiermal again, he found that he no longer had any strength.

And his cousin, lying on the ground now motionless, no longer seemed to be in pain. It was unclear if he was playing dead, or had passed out...

Anton made a gesture towards the cousin on the ground.

It seemed Aiermal was no longer afraid now; since he had killed the first one, he might as well kill the other one too!

He moved forward two steps and fired two more shots towards the cousin laying on the ground!

After firing, Aiermal obediently dropped the gun on the ground, saying with resignation, but also a faint hope, "I hope you will keep your promise..."

......

Wang Ye tossed his cigarette butt, turned around, got in the car, and started the engine.

As the car passed Anton and the others, he rolled down the window and said, "Clean up the scene thoroughly."

Then he turned to Aiermal and said with a smile, "You’re smart, I hope you can take control of the Caucasus Gang soon. If you need help, just ask him. Guns, men, money, whatever you need!"

With that, he pointed at Anton.

After he finished speaking, the black Mercedes-Benz roared off and left the riverbank.

Leaving Anton, Aiermal, a few men in black hoods, and Lokayev and his cousin lying on the ground...

Anton waved his hand, and several strong men took out prepared burlap sacks, ropes, and dumbbells from Lada’s trunk.

They came forward and tied Lokayev and his cousin each to a dumbbell, put them in the sacks, and tightened the opening.

They dragged the sacks to the riverside, each pair of men carrying a sack and throwing it with all their might.

With the dull sound of heavy objects hitting the water, tranquility was restored.

The other men conscientiously cleaned up the blood and other traces at the scene, sweeping their powerful flashlights over the ground, not letting any piece of spent shell go unnoticed.

They even took care to cover up the tire tracks of Wang Ye’s Mercedes-Benz.

This was professionalism!

For Anton and these survivors of the Car City War, what happened tonight was nothing out of the ordinary.

It was as casual as having a drink or a meal...

Aiermal stood numbly to the side, watching in silence.

......

"Let’s go, get in, we’ll take you back to the great market." Anton said to Aiermal.

After getting in the car, Aiermal began to regain his senses. He held his head in his hands, beginning to ponder how to handle things when he got back.

After thinking for a while, he still couldn’t find a reasonable excuse to explain the "disappearance" of Lokayev and his cousin!

"How... how do I explain this to my brothers when I get back?" Aiermal plucked up courage to ask Anton.

Anton shrugged, casually replied, "Just say you were kidnapped by some Russians with Car City accents after leaving the police station. Lokayev must have had enemies, who were after his life. These things aren’t always clear."

"Ah? What about me?" Aiermal pointed to his nose.

Even if one were taken hostage, why would the kidnapper take Lokayev and his cousin and specifically spare him...

"You? You’re not from Car City, and you’re not that close to Lokayev. They probably just weren’t interested in you." Anton replied without hesitation.

Aiermal felt this excuse was a bit too "rough".

Who would believe that...

Just as he was about to say something more, Anton spoke with a meaningful look, "You’re in a gang! As far as I know, more of your kin are in your gang, isn’t it? Why aren’t there many people from Car City, and yet Lokayev gets to be the boss?"

Aiermal felt ashamed and lowered his head without answering.

What else could it be? It was simply because he wasn’t as ruthless as Lokayev!

Anton patted his shoulder and said, "Remember, gang life isn’t about academic research or debate competitions. There’s no need for logic. All you need is a big, hard fist! Some people don’t believe your words? Just beat them until they do! If they still don’t believe you? Then take them down! If you can’t make everyone believe in you, just eliminate those who don’t. Then the remaining ones will have to believe in you, won’t they?"

After hearing this, Aiermal had an epiphany.

He had become enlightened...

......

When the car arrived at the market, it was already past two in the morning.

They stopped in a secluded corner. As Aiermal was about to get out, Anton stopped him, pulled out a gun, and two magazines.

"Take these, you might need them."

Aiermal nodded and took them.

Truthfully, this was the first time he had ever shot and killed someone...

Although he had often fought before, even used knives, compared to what he had been through tonight, it felt like child’s play to Aiermal!