Becoming a Russian Oligarch After Rebirth
Chapter 320 Flaming Sky_1

Chapter 320: Chapter 320 Flaming Sky_1

Just as he shouted twice, a response came from outside.

A flurry of footsteps resounded outside the room...

Tinov instantly closed his mouth, looking fearfully out the window, even though he could see nothing...

As for the assistant, he had already hidden behind a sofa, shivering uncontrollably.

"Crash"

"Crash"...

The sound of shattering glass resonated, as if all the large windows on the first floor of the villa had been smashed.

Each of these sounds seemed to land right on Tinov’s chest, causing him to tremble in fear!

Gritting his teeth, Tinov backed up against a decorative pillar, clutching the pistol in his hand and waving it around blindly.

If anyone dared rush in, he would not hesitate to pull the trigger!

But, everything outside became calm again, as if everything that just happened was nothing but an illusion...

Oddly, from the night outside the windows, a few thin "red lines" shined onto Tinov and his assistant.

One on his forehead and one on his chest...

Tinov looked down at the red dot on his chest, then turned to look at his assistant cowering on the floor, gave a bitter smile.

He dropped the gun in his hand, completely losing the will to resist.

He was kidding himself. With a sniper outside, what use would his little pistol be...

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh", several blinding white lights shot in from the windows outside.

The light shone on Tinov’s face, blinding him to the point where he could see nothing...

The door was pushed open and a few people walked in, their heavy footsteps echoing in Tinov’s ears.

Faintly, he saw several tall figures, their heads all covered with black hoods, leaving only their eyes and mouths exposed.

A few of them walked in front of Tinov and stopped.

The man in the lead grinned, revealing a set of pearly white teeth, "The boss sends his regards."

Tinov closed his eyes in despair and asked, "Who is your boss? Is it Mikhail! Can I call him? I agree to any conditions he requests! I can give him Lyublino Large Market for free, I beg you, let me call him..."

As he spoke, Tinov actually fell to his knees with a "thud"!

But the man in the black hood only sneered coldly and glanced at him disdainfully...

......

Not far from Tinov’s mansion, several men stood on a small hilltop.

Behind them were two black Mercedes-Benz cars that had been turned off.

The men stood there silently, not making a sound.

Already being cold in Moscow in September.

One of them was wearing a mid-length black coat that reached his knees, a windproof material made from sleek cashmere. Its slim design further accentuated his already tall and strapping figure!

He casually leaned against the hood of one of the Mercedes, his gaze fixed on the massive mansion not too far away, shrouded by the darkness of night.

With a snap, a windproof lighter ignited a flame. A cigarette was lit by the flame.

Under the glow of this flame, his face was revealed to be none other than Wang Ye!

Wang Ye did not personally infiltrate Tinov’s mansion.

Firstly, this situation did not require his personal involvement.

Secondly, this was a matter of violence and killing, and Wang Ye being a kind-hearted person, couldn’t stand such things...

Savoring a deep drag of his cigarette, he slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, eyes squinting.

There was still no movement or noise coming from the mansion.

But Wang Ye was not in a hurry, he just carried on smoking leisurely.

Just as he finished more than half of his cigarette, he spotted some activity.

A small flame arose from within the mansion, just about the same size as the flame from Wang Ye’s lighter moments ago.

Of course, this was because of the distance, which made the flame appear smaller.

In the blink of an eye, the small flame blew up. By the time Wang Ye took another drag of his cigarette, the fire was already raging and reaching up to the sky!

The entire mansion seemed to have become a massive bonfire!

Wang Ye shook his head subtly, threw his cigarette away, turned around, got into his car.

The accompanying security personnel promptly got in too.

"Let’s go."

Wang Ye sat in the back seat, leaning against the backrest of the seat with his eyes closed, and said.

Xie Liaosha nodded and said in a low voice, "Okay, boss."

The car started up, the twelve-cylinder engine roared like a beast, rushing down the hill...

......

The outskirts of Moscow were lively that night.

Not long after the fire started, sirens began to wail. Police cars and fire trucks all sped towards the direction of the mansion.

However, by the time they arrived, the once grand mansion had almost become a pile of rubble!

Nonetheless, the work that needed to be done was carried out - the fire truck started spraying water onto the fiery heap.

Meanwhile, the police set up a cordon, and floodlights were turned on.

Those present had somber expressions. One of them crinkled his nose, took a deep breath, and said quietly to his colleague, "Do you smell that? Such a strong smell of gasoline!"

The colleague shook his head slightly, also lowering his voice, "Do we need to smell to know that? Isn’t it obvious? An ordinary fire would never be this big! But don’t say anything rash, we have no idea who owns this mansion, we have no idea who’s..."

As he spoke, he ran a hand across his own neck, and the two men shared a knowing smile.

Clearly, tonight’s incident was another "battle of the gods."

No one knew who the owner of the mansion had offended, yet based on the scale of the operation, it seemed like they were being wiped out...

They didn’t want to get involved rashly, to wait for the higher-ups to give their directives.

Perhaps after a few phone calls between the top brass at the station tomorrow, the incident would be "confirmed" as an ordinary fire, and whether there were any casualties wouldn’t matter.

After all, if someone died in a fire, it could be said they had it coming, right?

Of course, there was also a possibility of a formal investigation...

......

Not long after this incident happened, many people had received the news, as it was not too late at night, just a little past eight.

Upon receiving the news, Gavriil’s face was calm, as he had been expecting this event.

His hand briefly paused as he was writing, leaving a blot of ink on the paper. He sighed, put the pen down.

He glanced at the telephone beside him, stretched his hand out to it, then pulled it back.

He wanted to call Wang Ye and ask about the situation.

But in the end, he did not make that call.

Meanwhile, Khodorkovsky also quickly received the message.

At this time, he was still working in his office. Upon hearing the news, his face showed an indescribable expression.

His emotions at this moment were quite complex, and he was unsure whether to feel happy or...