Becoming a Russian Oligarch After Rebirth
Chapter 319: Horror Arrives_1

Chapter 319: Chapter 319: Horror Arrives_1

"Haha, I knew it, Mikhail is nothing but a coward like his uncle, Khodorkovsky! Even if he knows I betrayed him, so what, he’s too timid to even call and confront me!"

In the grand living room, Tinov boasted to his right-hand assistant with a smug smile.

It was already the third night Tinov was hiding in the mansion.

Tinov had basically settled down, assuming that Mikhail was too scared to retaliate. He probably didn’t even know where to hide and shiver in fear!

He had made plans to return to his apartment in the city tomorrow. This three-day hideout felt like a vacation.

Tinov already had a plan, given the opponent’s weakness, once he’d returned he would invite him for a meal...

Maybe not, since Mikhail was probably too afraid to meet him again, afraid of being killed by him.

He’d let Maylov send a message stating that Lyublino was not for sale, and propose an acquisition of the New Sun Group!

As for the price, three hundred million... no, two hundred million US dollars should be sufficient.

This two hundred million was also a face-saving measure for Khodorkovsky!

"Boss, you’re absolutely right, he’s too young to fight us. Although we didn’t kill him this time, we surely scared him to near death. You’re truly formidable," the assistant quickly flattered.

"Alright, it’s time to go eat, why isn’t dinner ready yet? Go and see what’s happening," Tinov said somewhat dissatisfied.

It was almost seven in the evening, and yet there was no sign of the butler coming to arrange dinner.

The assistant was about to go and ask the butler what’s going on when there was a loud thud as the door was pushed open, the butler staggered in.

"Sir... there... there’s trouble!" he said panting, his face full of terror, completely devoid of his usual composure.

Tinov was taken aback and instinctively exclaimed, "What happened?"

"The security staff and servants at the mansion, over half of them are... unconscious!" the butler reported hurriedly, gasping for breath.

Tinov and his assistant looked at each other, momentarily unable to register what had just happened.

"This... can’t be, everyone was in the mansion, they didn’t go out. Could there be an outbreak of some disease?" the assistant asked, taken by surprise.

Indeed, these three days, the bodyguards and staffers at the mansion had very rarely left, apart from going out to buy food...

Tinov started, as if something had occurred to him and he hurriedly asked,"Did the unconscious people eat anything? Have they had dinner yet?"

The mansion staffers, of course, couldn’t dine with Tinov. They had their own separate work meals.

And to avoid work "gaps", they ate in shifts. Those who were off duty ate first, and then they swapped and the remaining people would eat.

For these past three days, the mansion’s front door was tightly shut, and hardly anyone was coming or going.

But it was just "hardly anyone"...

After all, with so many people, they still had to eat so they needed someone to go out and buy vegetables, fruits, food, and meat.

......

The butler also seemed stunned. After thinking for a bit, he hastily nodded, "Yes, yes, indeed. The earliest one collapsed around 5:30, which is around the first round of dinner time for the employees. However, when the first person fell, we didn’t give it much thought. I just arranged for someone to take her to the hospital. But as the car was about to leave, more personnel started to faint. It wasn’t until the fourth person fainted that we realized something wasn’t right..."

Tinov’s face turned so pale. He immediately asked, "So, have all the employees eaten dinner then?"

"Ah? Yes... yes, they have," the butler answered, in a daze.

But just after he answered, it seemed like he too realized something. His face turned pale instantly and he started to sway.

Tinov stared at him, silent.

Under Tinov’s gaze, the butler suddenly seemed too tired to stand. With a sway, he appeared unable to keep his eyes open.

He muttered, "So... so sleepy."

And then, right in front of Tinov and his assistant, the butler collapsed and fell unconscious.

Tinov and his assistant both jumped from their seats.

"Quick! Check who is still awake, gather them here! Bring weapons and lock the main door!" Tinov urged urgently.

He realized then something was off!

Could it be that... Mikhail was planning a counterattack...

......

The assistant ran out of the living room to gather personnel.

Meanwhile, Tinov rushed into the adjoining study upstairs, pulling out a handgun loaded with bullets from the drawer!

With the gun in his waistband, he hurried back down and returned to the living room on the ground floor.

Just then, the assistant staggered in, his face sweating and his lips trembling as he said, "Boss... there’s... there’s none left!"

Tinov grabbed him by the collar, "What do you mean ’none left’! Explain yourself!"

With a grief-stricken face, pale as a sheet, the assistant replied, "The people... all people have collapsed!"

Tinov’s hand began to shake and his forehead was instantly covered in a sheen of sweat. He lacked the strength to hold onto the assistant’s collar anymore.

He gritted his teeth and ordered, "Quickly fetch a few submachine guns, along with plenty of ammo. Afterwards, lock the living room doors!"

Once he finished giving orders, Tinov immediately pulled his phone from his pocket, ready to call for "backup".

Nobody could deny that, with his contacts, he could easily mobilize nearby police forces. With "official" personnel present, even if only a few, he presumed his enemies would think twice before attacking, right!

Oddly enough, the moment he took out his mobile phone preparing to dial, Tinov was stunned to discover that there was no signal.

This wasn’t right. He was using a top-of-the-line Vertu phone, which normally had excellent signal reception!

Nevertheless, he didn’t have time to ponder at the moment. He grabbed the landline phone from the sofa nearby, intending to use that instead.

However, the landline continuously emitted a "busy" sound, preventing any calls from getting through!

Tinov stood dumbfounded, waves of terror washing over him. His legs began to shake uncontrollably.

"Boss, boss, I got the guns..." The assistant trotted into the living room, carrying two Uzis in his arms and several clips of ammo.

Before the assistant got next to Tinov, all the lights in the living room suddenly went out, submerging the room in total darkness.

Tinov and his assistant froze, holding their breath.

After a pause, Tinov instinctively unsheathed his gun, waving it around in the air, he shouted, "Who’s there! Come out! Come out!..."