Chapter 431 (1/2)

Rubik quickly found a killer agent in a tavern not far from the construction site. Rubik used his Soviet identity, so he did not disclose that he had ever been in prison.

”Do you speak English?” The agent looked at Lubic and asked cautiously.

”Not bad, my mother is a foreign language teacher!” Rubik made up a reason to explain why a construction worker speaks fluent English.

The middleman looked at Lubic and felt that he didn't speak much and seemed to be a reliable person. So he got up, stood up and said to Lubic, ”come with me, let's go somewhere!”

Rubik immediately got up and followed the agent. They left the bar and got into the car. When the agent asked if Rubik could drive, Rubik nodded. The agent gave Lubic the key to drive.

Under the guidance of the intermediary, Rubik drove through the high-rise buildings in the workers' new town and drove out along the Moscow river. The agent just smoked all the way and said nothing. It's hard to identify the road at night, and I don't know how many circles it took, so Rubik was taken to an abandoned factory.

It's overgrown with weeds, and you can see abandoned steel, equipment, and debris everywhere. The agent took Rubik into a warehouse, stopped him, took a gun out of his pocket and said to him, ”there's a bad guy upstairs. Kill him. This job is yours!”

Rubik was stunned for a moment and hesitated to take the gun. He stepped heavily up the stairs leading to the second floor. To be honest, Rubik doesn't want to kill people casually, but this intermediary obviously tests Rubik to see if he is a policeman or a KGB person. It's the rule of these middlemen that Rubik will only be trusted if he has blood on his hands.

Lubic sighed, then quickened his pace. Rubik can't do anything about it. He wants to earn money and escape to a place where neither the brotherhood nor the Hungarian gangs can find it. If moglievich had kept his word, Rubik would have no such worries.

Lubic went upstairs, not far away, a sack was thrown on the ground, still moving. It must be the ”trial product” mentioned by the intermediary.

Rubik slowly raised his gun, no longer hesitated, calmly arrested the flight.

”Bang!” After a shot, the sack moved more and more severely.

Just as Rubik wanted to make up another shot, the agent downstairs said, ”OK, save some bullets! Throw the sacks down the stairs. ”

Rubik had a gun in one hand and walked slowly past. The sack was on the side of the fence. Rubik walked over, slowly lifted the sack and threw it down the stairs.

”Dong!” The heavy sack collided with the ground and splashed with flying dust.

”All right! Now turn off the gun and throw it from upstairs Said the agent.