??709: Chapter 701 Purely Coincidental
709: Chapter 701 Purely Coincidental
The shadow in a person’s heart isn’t sothing that can easily disappear.
At this mont, Glolov couldn’t say he was scared, but he was extrely pessimistic.
He had prepared himself to fight to the death; he just felt that he was certainly going to die.
Watching Glolov’s desolate attitude as if he was settling his final affairs, Gao Yang angrily said, “What are you talking about?
Look at the state you’re in!
Are you still yourself?”
Feeling that his tone might have been too harsh, Gao Yang shut his mouth, then waved his hand and said sternly, “You don’t have to worry too much.
I don’t think he’s here to kill you.
Your eting was just a coincidence, just a coincidence, understand?”
Glolov gave a wry smile and said, “Gao, you don’t understand their power.
A coincidence?
How could that be possible?
There are coincidences in the world, but not such coincidences.
You can’t imagine how powerful the Mafia is.”
It was complicated to explain how the confrontation with Dusselyev started, so Gao Yang didn’t bother to clarify.
He just grabbed Glolov’s clothes, gritted his teeth, and said, “Listen!
Even if the Mafia has really found you, what’s there to be afraid of?
Don’t forget, you’re now a mber of the Satan rcenary Corps.
We are not lambs to the slaughter!
Even if the Mafia has found you, so what?
Buck up, kill them, and it’s all over!”
Gao Yang’s words made Glolov feel a sudden enlightennt.
Before, he was alone, with a few friends willing to risk their lives for him, but a few people taking on the Mafia was a dead end.
Now, however, it was different; he had a rcenary Group behind him, one that would fully support him.
Glolov suddenly felt much more settled.
Having an organization behind you was different.
Still, he had his concerns.
After hesitating for a mont, he said softly, “But those people are very powerful.”
Gao Yang suddenly smiled and said, “The Mafia is definitely evil and powerful, but we are also desperados who murder and set fires.
Besides, this is New York, not Saint Petersburg, not Russia.
Even if it cos down to a fight, it’s not clear who should be more afraid.”
After saying that, Gao Yang smiled again and said, “Plus, this really might just be a coincidence.”
After explaining the cause of the fight with Dusselyev, Glolov nodded.
Then he pointed at Dusselyev lying on the ground and said in a deep voice, “Right now, Frey and Tommy are outside trying to muddle through the noise, but we don’t know the exact situation, so we can’t make judgnts.
Wake him up and ask him what happened.”
Dusselyev’s face and head were covered in blood, and there was no sound of breathing.
Gao Yang feared that he might have been beaten to death, so he bent down to check for breath in front of Dusselyev’s nose.
After finding there was still breath, he nodded at Glolov and went to get a cup of water from the kitchen.
At that mont, Gao Yang heard so noises outside.
He didn’t pour the water but made a gesture and whispered, “Where’s my handgun?”
Gao Yang’s service pistol wasn’t on him.
On his last trip to Portland, he had specifically asked Jack to get him a SIG-P229 that fired .40 S&W pistol rounds as a backup gun, and he left it at Glolov’s place when he departed Arica.
Glolov quickly brought out a gun case.
After Gao Yang took out his pistol, he checked the magazine, slipped the gun into his waistband, equipped himself with three spare magazines, then pressed his body against the door to listen to the noise outside.
They faintly heard people talking outside, including the voice of the apartnt doorman, but after only a few words, the sound quickly stopped.
After a short wait, when there was a knock at the door, Gao Yang imdiately opened it.
Frey and Tommy entered the apartnt quickly, and Tommy whispered, “We sent the doorman away.
We told him it was a dispute over the elevator, gave him two hundred dollars, and he said he would take care of the police.
I think there shouldn’t be any major problem.”
Gao Yang nodded, returned the handguns to Tommy and Frey, then walked back to Dusselyev and dumped a cup of water on his head.
After pouring the water, Dusselyev didn’t respond.
Tommy whispered, “It’s no use; he might have been beaten too badly.”
At that point, Glolov stepped forward, took a glance, and said solemnly, “It’s hard to deal with all the blood in the living room; let’s move him to the bathroom.”
Dusselyev’s fate was sealed.
The four n carried the unconscious Dusselyev into the bathroom and tossed him into the bathtub.
Then, Glolov turned on the faucet.
The water poured directly onto his head, and after not too long, Dusselyev’s limbs suddenly twitched, and then his eyes opened.
Upon opening his eyes, Dusselyev was first shocked, but then he cald down.
Using the water from the faucet to wash the blood from his left eye, he propped himself up, laid down in a more comfortable position, and stared intently at Glolov with his good eye.
Dusselyev was silent; so was Glolov.
The two n just stared at each other, but at this mont, Glolov clearly held the psychological advantage.
After staring at each other for three solid minutes, Dusselyev finally spoke first.
“I’ve been retired for quite so ti now, and never would have thought that I’d end up falling into your hands,” he said, “Tell , how did you find ?”
As soon as Dusselyev began to speak, Gao Yang and the others understood that this was indeed a coincidence.
After a mont of silence, Glolov spoke in a deep voice, “How long have you been here?”
Dusselyev replied coldly, “I’ve lived here for four years, which is indeed a bit too long.
It seems I’ve lost my vigilance, and it’s no injustice being discovered by you.”
Glolov looked at Gao Yang speechlessly, and Gao Yang shared the sentint.
Glolov and his family happened to live in the sa apartnt building as the enemy who was hunting him.
Dusselyev had moved in first, and while Glolov hadn’t been there for long, they had never t face to face.
In the end, it was Gao Yang and Yelena who coincidentally encountered him.
Such coincidences do happen in this world, but it remains uncertain if this coincidence was Glolov’s luck or misfortune.
What was certain, though, was that the eting of Dusselyev and Glolov was a great misfortune for Dusselyev.
In any case, he was destined to die.
Assured that it was indeed a coincidence, Glolov felt more at ease.
After a brief contemplation, he asked in a low voice, “Tell , why are you here?”
Dusselyev was silent for a mont and then began to laugh, saying, “You didn’t co for
on purpose, and this isn’t a trap you set for .
I’m such an old fool.
Everything that happened in the elevator, including eting you, it’s all just a coincidence, right?”
Glolov nodded, “Exactly, it is a coincidence.”
Gao Yang imdiately followed up coldly, “All of this is because you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself.”
Dusselyev was stunned, then suddenly said, “I could have ended my life with dignity, but because I got drunk and got handsy, now I have to die like this?”
“That’s right, it’s because you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself,” said Gao Yang coldly.
Dusselyev gave a bitter laugh, while Glolov asked coldly, “Tell , where is Badakovsky?”
Dusselyev shook his head without saying anything and stopped looking at Glolov, leaning his head back against the bathtub, lost in thought.
Glolov wasn’t in a hurry.
He spoke thodically, “I know you were with the KGB, but I don’t know which part you were a part of after the KGB was restructured.”
Exhaling, Dusselyev said, “I was stationed in East Germany.
After the KGB restructured, I was supposed to be part of the Foreign Intelligence Service, but we no longer had positions, and the ruble was devalued imnsely.
I could only draw a ager salary, so I quit.
That’s when I started working for Badakovsky.”
“You should understand your situation.
We can be very clear on so matters.
You’re a dead man, but you can choose to die without pain or let
apply my not so professional interrogation techniques to you,” Glolov said in a heavy voice.
“I know you have been rigorously trained to resist pain, but I assure you, I’ve got plenty of ti to pry your mouth open.”
Dusselyev waved his hand and sighed, “I’ve really received tough training to keep my mouth shut even in pain, but I’m old now, and my courage is smaller.
I’ve tortured many people to get the information I wanted.
Thinking of their state, I don’t want the sa fate for myself.
Anyway, I’m going to die, so ask what you will.
I have nothing to hide for anyone.”
After saying this, Dusselyev let out a long sigh and said, “Badakovsky is also in Arica.
He just got here, and I t with him just a month ago.
We had so drinks together, and I knew he would be the death of .
I’ve been retired and lying low for a long ti, and I’ve also been sober for a long ti.
However, tonight I still ended up drinking with Badakovsky.
Well, that’s the reason I beca impulsive.”
Glolov asked in a deep voice, “Why did you and Badakovsky co to Arica?”
Dusselyev slowly said, “I ca here seven years ago.
Badakovsky had an opponent in the state Duma, a mber who I had killed.
Then I couldn’t stay in Russia anymore.
Badakovsky gave
so money and sent
to Arica.
I thought I had retired, and although it was boring over these seven years, it was peaceful.
But Badakovsky couldn’t stay in Russia either.
He’s old now, and the Saint Petersburg Gang caused too much hatred, so he also fled to Arica.
Then, he called
over to do one more job for him.
That’s how it is.”
After finishing, Dusselyev looked at Glolov with a smile and said, “I know I’m a dead man, but so are you!
Believe , you’re all dead.” (To be continued.
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