Mercenary’s War Nove Chapter 710 - 710 702 Desperate Counterattack

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710: Chapter 702: Desperate Counterattack

When Dusselyev said that Gao Yang and his group were definitely going to die, he looked utterly calm.

As for Gao Yang and his crew, they were even calr.

Being threatened with death was sothing Gao Yang and his friends had experienced countless tis before.

Glolov didn’t react to Dusselyev’s threat, but simply asked, “Where is Badakovsky now?”

Dusselyev smiled, his eyes narrowing, and after a mont of silence, he finally said loudly, “Downstairs, across the street.”

This ti it was Glolov’s turn to fall silent.

Gao Yang imdiately said in a stern voice, “Be more specific.

Is he in a car or sowhere else, and which room are you staying in?”

Dusselyev didn’t answer Gao Yang’s question but looked at Glolov and smiled, “Those two won just now, they must be your family, right?

If I’m not mistaken, one is your wife, and the other your daughter, correct?

Yuri, you’ve hidden them quite well.

We’ve worked together for so long, and I never knew you were married, let alone had children.

But you know, they all have to die, and so do you.

It’s funny how you’ve managed to escape for so long, but you and your family must die, haha.”

Glolov’s face turned ugly, and he said gravely, “What is Badakovsky waiting for you to do downstairs?

He’s not soone who likes waiting.”

Dusselyev smiled, “He used to not wait, but now he’s older, he’s started to wait for people, especially for an old man who has worked for him for many years.

Maybe he’ll be happy to see you, and then he might decide not to pursue the matter of you killing his son.”

Glolov, unable to help himself, wiped his face with his hand and said sternly, “Tell , what does Badakovsky want you to do for him, what is he waiting for you to do?

Be specific.”

“Did you know that Badakovsky has two sons?”

“I didn’t know.”

Dusselyev smirked and said, “Well, I’ll tell you, Badakovsky has two sons.

He sent his younger son to Arica soon after the Soviet Union collapsed, while he kept his elder son by his side.

He initially wanted his elder son to take over his business in Russia and his younger son to attend college in Arica.

But then, you killed his elder son.”

“Does it matter?

You’d better keep it simple,” Glolov said.

Dusselyev laughed, “His elder son died, so he grood his younger son to be the successor.

His younger son didn’t want to stay in Russia, so he ca to Arica to establish a branch.

That’s right, Badakovsky’s son is now doing quite well in New York.

Both father and son are criminal geniuses.”

After shrugging, Dusselyev smiled and said, “You see, it does matter.

You killed Badakovsky’s elder son, and then his younger son was grood to be a mob boss successor.

He even moved to New York.

Badakovsky thought his son’s n were too incompetent.

You know, Aricans are good at talking nonsense but bad at getting things done.

So, Badakovsky wanted

to help his son—that’s how simple it is.”

Glolov wiped his mouth again, and Dusselyev laughed, “Feeling a lot of pressure?

That’s right.

Badakovsky is powerful in Saint Petersburg and in New York.

He has a lot of money and many n.

If he wants you dead, you can’t escape.

After being up here for quite a while and not having gone down yet, Dusselyev will send soone up to find .

If they can’t find , they’ll figure out what happened.

Then, you’re all dead, haha.”

Glolov said harshly, “So, Badakovsky is downstairs, is he in a car or sowhere else, and which room are you staying in this building?”

Dusselyev smirked, “Of course, he’s sitting in a car.

Maybe his bodyguards are already on their way to find .

He knows where I live, so maybe soone is already heading up here.

Oh, to answer your question, I’m in 16A.”

Gao Yang whispered to Frey, “Go down and check.”

Frey nodded, tucked his pistol into his pocket, and imdiately left the room.

At that mont, Dusselyev looked up at Glolov and said, “Hey, I rember shooting you in the chest back then.

How did you get away?

I thought you were definitely going to die.”

Glolov quietly responded, “My friend saved .

He’s a good doctor.”

Dusselyev nodded, “No wonder.

If it wasn’t for a good doctor, you wouldn’t have survived.

But I really didn’t expect you could drive so far after being shot.

Otherwise, I would have definitely caught up and killed you then.

That was a big mistake on my part.”

After saying that, Dusselyev shook his head and said, “Pal, you really shouldn’t have killed Badakovsky’s son.”

Glolov said grimly, “He tried to kill

first.”

Dusselyev shifted his body upward again, then gasped, “I’m old now, and truly, my body isn’t holding up.

Before you kill , I must tell you that I…”

As Glolov was listening intently, Dusselyev didn’t stop talking.

Without any warning, he suddenly jumped out of the bathtub.

His left hand pushed against Glolov’s chin while his right hand had already snatched Glolov’s handgun.

If Gao Yang had reacted even half a second later, Dusselyev would have been able to seize the gun and fire it.

But just as he grasped the gun, Gao Yang delivered a fierce kick.

With a loud bang, Dusselyev’s left hand was raised in mid-air, his right hand holding the barrel of the handgun, his eyes nearly bulging out, his body bending backward, his mouth wide open emitting a faint sound, before he fell back into the bathtub.

After snatching the gun back from Dusselyev’s hand, Gao Yang finally breathed a sigh of relief and said, “Hey, how did that kick feel?”

Dusselyev was clutching his crotch with both hands, rely trembling in the bathtub.

By that ti, Tommy had already helped the dazed Glolov up, and Gao Yang asked Glolov with concern, “How are you?

Are you hurt?”

Glolov shook his head and said, “No, luckily I had my mouth closed.

Otherwise, I would have surely bitten off my tongue.”

After handing the handgun back to Glolov, Gao Yang stepped forward, leaned close to Dusselyev, and whispered, “You did quite well, really well.

You appeared cooperative, answered every question to lower our guard, even ntioned sothing about Badakovsky being downstairs.

I suppose he isn’t here, right?

You know, if you say so, we would definitely check, which would increase your chance to snatch the weapon, right?”

Dusselyev’s face was red with suppressed pain, but he hadn’t fainted or lost consciousness; however, he was simply too weak to respond to Gao Yang’s question.

Gao Yang chuckled and said, “You know?

You were about to succeed.

I indeed lowered my guard because of your attitude and was distracted by your words.

If you hadn’t blurted out what you shouldn’t have, you might have already shot a couple holes in

by now…

It’s just a pity, but you don’t have a chance to succeed anymore.”

Breathing heavily, Dusselyev stamred, “What… words?”

Gao Yang spread his hands and said, “You said you were old and your body couldn’t handle it.

When you ntioned that, sothing felt off.

Damn it, maybe you’re old, but your body is fine!

I consider myself quite skilled, but if it weren’t for my girlfriend’s help in the elevator, you would have snapped my neck.

F**k, you’re skilled enough to compete in professional boxing.

If you say your body is no good, what am I?

A sick chicken?”

Dusselyev no longer maintained the ready-to-answer deanor and angrily and painfully said, “You damned little bastard…”

Being called a bastard, Gao Yang’s face darkened, and he imdiately moved forward and punched Dusselyev in the face with all his might.

Dusselyev’s head reeled from the punch, hitting the wall hard.

However, Dusselyev’s resilience to assault was too strong; after spitting out a mouthful of blood saliva, he still spitefully said, “If this were Russia, and I fancied that little bitch, I would have killed you at once and then violently…”

Before Dusselyev could finish his insult, Glolov also bent down and punched Dusselyev viciously in the face.

After receiving another blow, Dusselyev shook his head, chuckled sinisterly, and said, “It won’t be long before you both are dead.

Yuri, your wife will be thrown into aqua regia and dissolved completely, having been so fat she might need more prepared; your daughter is quite sothing, she will definitely be…”

Gao Yang was scouring the bathroom while an enraged Glolov went up and kicked Dusselyev in the head.

At that mont, Tommy handed him a tal sharpening rod from the kitchen, saying, “Here, use this.”

Gao Yang realized that Dusselyev’s earlier cooperation was rely an attempt for a desperate counterattack, which was why he had answered every question.

But now, knowing he had no chance to live, he would no longer answer any questions and was just furiously cursing, seeking a quick death.

Understanding Dusselyev’s mindset, Gao Yang certainly wouldn’t be provoked into killing Dusselyev directly, but the extrely angry Gao Yang couldn’t let Dusselyev off the hook either.

Gao Yang pulled Glolov aside, then started beating Dusselyev with the sharpening rod as he growled lowly, “Don’t worry, you damned old fool, I won’t kill you.

I’ll leave you alive to enjoy this!”

Just then, Glolov suddenly shouted, “Be careful.”

Without needing Glolov’s warning, Gao Yang had seen it already.

As Dusselyev took the beating, his right hand moved toward his belt.

Gao Yang swung the thin iron rod at Dusselyev’s right hand, but Dusselyev blocked Gao Yang’s rod with his left hand, then pulled a shiny object from his belt with his right hand.

Gao Yang stepped back while Glolov raised his gun, but before he could shoot, Dusselyev snarled with a vicious smile and fiercely slashed the shiny object across his own neck.