Rebirth: My 80s

Chapter 1167 Planning a strategy
Timofeev had a nickname in the underworld: Sylvester.

It comes from his idol, Hollywood action star Sylvester Stallone.

The Orekhovo Group led by Timofeev mainly makes money by collecting protection fees. Its characteristic is that it is good at fighting, but its disadvantage is that it is not as rich as other "thief king" groups in Moscow.

After all, the country's system is still sound, unlike the chaotic situation after the collapse of the Soviet Union, when a large amount of foreign capital poured in, making things even more chaotic, and the underworld was thriving. The Orekhovo Group currently has few people to collect protection fees from.

The reason why Timofeev worshipped the mafia godfather Ivankov was very simple. This old man relied on his fists to get to the top. He had excellent boxing skills. He once beat up a group of inmates in the famous Butyrska prison and was crowned king by the prison mafia, becoming the "thief outside the law" (the highest code name for the local mafia).

That night.

The small town of Suleslavl fell asleep.

A black car drove into the town silently under the cover of night.

Inside the carriage, the reading light in the back row was on. Timofeev, who was only in his early thirties, was holding an English newspaper in his hand. He could not understand the contents of the newspaper, but on the folded side, there was a black-and-white photo of a Chinese face.

"Boss, I'll go in first. If I don't come out, anyone who comes forward to invite you should turn around and leave immediately!"

Anton, the second-in-command of the Orekhovo Group, who was sitting next to him, said with a serious expression.

There were only four people in the carriage, including the driver.

It was even less stylish than when Timofeev went out for a walk.

The security protection level is also reduced to the minimum.

If what awaits them is a trap, the consequences will be disastrous.

But none of the four felt that this trip was a mistake.

Just because the word "low-key" was mentioned in the phone call, they had no choice but to do as they were told and try to keep a low profile.

Timofeyev praised this trip as a journey of seeking wealth and honor amidst danger.

Once you miss it, there is a high probability that you will never have another chance in your life.

The richest man in the world!
Timofeev still has no idea why they chose him.

He only knew that if it was true, this big moneybag must not be missed.

"In fact, as long as we see that person in the villa, there will be no problem. He and I have no grudges against each other. With his status, even if my enemies live for a hundred years, they will not be able to ask him to help plot against me."

"The problem is that I'm afraid I won't see it. This matter itself is just a cover!"

"I don't think so. If it was really an enemy plotting against me, why would they suddenly mention this person? He has nothing to do with me."

Although Timofeev is strong, he is not a man without courage and strategy.

To put it bluntly, he thought that his enemies were not capable of coming up with such a lie.

As the car approached the red house, the tall courtyard gate opened and a group of two people walked out. The woman in the lead walked gracefully with an elegant posture, while a man followed behind her, walking in a somewhat... methodical manner?
Timofeev glanced at the two of them, then got out of the car despite his men's attempts to stop him.

The driver did not get out of the car, and the other two guarded him on both sides. Timofeev looked Suva up and down, but paid more attention to Popov. He bowed slightly and asked with a smile:
"Beautiful lady, is that your voice on the phone?"

God knows how long Suva had been preparing herself mentally, but at this moment, her calves were still trembling under her fur coat. The man in front of her was one of the biggest thieves in Moscow. It was no exaggeration to say that he was terrifying.

But the girl felt that when Mr. Li invited her to join the company, he had already told her frankly that she would be dealing with this kind of people in the future, so no matter how scared she was, she had to restrain herself and complete her boss's instructions.

Su Wa smiled sweetly, nodded, and made an inviting gesture, saying, "Please come in."

"Actually, I'm very curious. Why is Mr. Li here? Besides him, who else is in the manor?" Timofeyev asked as if he was chatting.

"Servants, and..." Suwa glanced behind her and said, "Major Popov's team."

The two people on Timofeev's left and right immediately became nervous.

A team?
force?

Timofeev stared at Popov, who was not looking away, and asked, "Major?"

"In his previous capacity, Mr. Popov is now under the command of Mr. Li."

Timofeev uttered an "oh" and stepped forward. The two people on his left and right wanted to stop him, but were stopped by his eyes.

Popov finally looked him in the eye.

Not long after, in the living room on the first floor of the manor, Timofeev saw the real host. His face was exactly the same as the photo in the newspaper in the car, so he walked up quickly, hesitated for a moment and did not dare to extend his hand, then bowed to greet him.

How could he look like a gangster at all?
More gentlemanly than a gentleman.

This is most likely the so-called "one thing conquers another".

After all, people are in this mess for money, and with Timofeev's knowledge, he believes in the professionalism of the Forbes rankings. So for someone who wants to make money, meeting the richest man in the world is more exciting for Timofeev than meeting his idol Sylvester Stallone.

What is rare is that there is not even a hint of ill intention in my heart.

It's not that he hasn't kidnapped, blackmailed or extorted rich people before, but in the end, those rich people just don't show up. Timofeev knew very well that the man in front of him was as wealthy as he was. He was not someone people like them could even dream of. Even if he showed up in the Kremlin, he would be treated as a guest of honor. How could he play with him?
I just felt excited and flattered.

"sit down."

Li Jiankun smiled and Su Wa translated.

After Timofeev expressed his gratitude and sat upright on the leather sofa that could be considered an antique, Li Jiankun did not intend to beat around the bush and directly stated his purpose, which was to kill Ivankov and swallow up the other party's power.

"Ivankov?" Timofeev opened his eyes wide.

"I know you two have a good relationship, but it shouldn't be as close as brothers, right?" Li Jiankun paused and said, "Of course, if you think my request is excessive, you can refuse it."

Timofeyev's brows were furrowed, and his expression was uncertain.

Li Jiankun did not bother him and took the red wine that was brought by the servant and then handed to him by Suva. A glass was also passed to Timofeev from the mahogany coffee table in front of him.

Timofeev stared at the red wine glass without looking up and asked, "If I don't agree, will I be unable to leave tonight?"

"I said I'm not that kind of person, do you believe me?" Li Jiankun shook the red wine glass.

"Can I know the reason?"

"No. I hope that if we can reach an agreement tonight, our future relationship will be based on mutual needs. I will not interfere with your affairs in the underworld, and you should not ask what I am doing. Sometimes knowing too much is not a good thing. I'm sure you understand this principle."

When Li Jiankun was playing this game of chess, the following picture emerged in his mind: after Ivankov's downfall, Timofeyev, who swallowed up his power, became the new overlord of the underground world, so Judy came to him and sought cooperation with Timofeyev.

If things develop in this direction.

Then it's simple.

Therefore, in order to ensure that this event, which had a high probability of happening, would happen as he wished, he decided to keep Timofeev in the dark for the time being. This man was clever, but far from being sophisticated. Judy was not an ordinary person, and she might be able to see the clues just through the eyes and ears of her subordinates without showing up.

That would be a bit regrettable.

"It's not that easy."

At some point, the struggle on Timofeev's face disappeared. Standing next to the sofa where Li Jiankun sat, Popov sighed inwardly, saying that he had a good grasp of people's hearts, including him. He had to admire him.

"Let's not talk about whether I can kill Ivankov or not. After I kill Ivankov, his forces will not obey me. Our business still values ​​seniority. Any thief leader in Moscow is older than me. Maybe he will attract others to attack me collectively."

Timofeev looked distressed.

"So you agree to cooperate?"

"The issue now is not whether I agree or not, but that your goal is impossible to achieve, so do you still want to continue?"

Li Jiankun laughed, "If you just rush over and kill Ivankov, you will certainly not be able to use his power, and the other bosses will not obey you. For everything, you need a countermeasure." Timofeyev leaned forward, assuming an attitude of listening attentively.

This young and successful gangster was really tempted.

If we can kill Ivankov, annex his forces, and make the other big thieves surrender to us, why not do it?
Emperor, you can do it, but I can't?
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On the way back, Timofeev leaned back on the soft leather seat, closed his eyes and rested, the man's words echoing in his mind.

"Ivankov is a senior. Since you said that seniority is more important in this industry, if you want to deal with him, you must first have a legitimate reason..."

"You must know Ivankov better than I do. Everyone has weaknesses. Before you take action, you must make him feel sorry for you. It would be best if he were charged with a crime that is despised by everyone in the underworld. You can figure out the specific method yourself. As for the other thieves who may cause trouble, I will deal with them for you..."

Timofeev slowly opened his eyes, "Anton, what is Ivankov's greatest hobby?"

"Boss, you don't know this? Woman."

Timofeev clenched his fists subconsciously, gritted his teeth, and made a difficult decision in his heart.

It is said that women don’t love bad men. Not only is he bad, but he is also extremely bad at a very young age.

He has an exceptionally beautiful wife.

No man can resist her temptation, let alone a man whose biggest hobby is women.

Timofeev turned his head to look out the window with a sad look in his eyes. It had been a tough night and he needed to have a frank talk with his wife.

Yelena...should be able to understand.

Timofeyev's eyes suddenly brightened, gradually becoming as bright as stars.

After all, it is an underground kingdom!

If he is the king, Yelena is naturally the queen!
Two days later.

A piece of gossip was widely circulated in the society.

Ivankov slept with Timofeev's wife, Yelena, who was more beautiful than many female stars.

As expected, the young and energetic Timofeev became furious and threatened to fight Ivankov to the death.

If it had happened in the past, if Timofeyev had dared to speak so arrogantly, Ivankov would not have needed to take action. There would have been plenty of people on the street who would have stood up to help the Godfather clean up this disrespectful bastard.

But now, many people really don’t know what to say.

Everyone in the underworld knows that Timofeev has always respected Ivankov and always treats him as a junior and calls him "big brother" when they meet.

Okay, as the big brother, is this how you treat your little brother?
Sleeping with your brother's wife is a big taboo in the underworld.

Because they were caught red-handed, it was a cocktail party, and the couple started having sex in the bathroom. Timofeev couldn't find his wife for a long time, so he knocked down Ivankov's two bodyguards and rushed into the bathroom. He saw that the two had not put on their clothes yet. In his panic, Yelena forgot her underwear on the sink. It was useless for Ivankov to shirk responsibility, and he could only repeatedly emphasize that it was Yelena who seduced him.

The two sides did not fight to the death on the spot. It was all thanks to the intervention of other bosses who were attending the party that they stopped the fight. Then Ivankov was dragged away first, and the party ended hastily.

However, it doesn’t matter whether it was Yelena who seduced first. The fact is that Ivankov failed to control his bird.

Knowing that he was in the wrong, Ivankov contacted a few influential people to act as peacemakers and went to Timofeev's house to do some work for him, hoping that after giving him some compensation, he could gain Timofeev's forgiveness. Only then could this matter, which had damaged his status in the underworld, be properly resolved.

The territory of the Orekhovo Group is located in the south of the city, and its headquarters is ostensibly a car repair shop.

At this time, in a room behind the car dealership, a middle-aged man wearing a black leather coat and with a bald head put a suitcase of the same color on the coffee table and persuaded:
"After all, it has already happened. Do you really want to risk your life with Ivankov? I'm not saying... Well, now he has realized his mistake. Here is one million in cash. As long as you accept it, he will come to your house to apologize in person later. What do you think?"

Timofey looked at him, his expression unremarkable, and said, "I'll give you two million, and you don't have to get involved in this matter."

The middle-aged man was stunned, then opened his eyes wide, "Are you sure?"

He doesn't want to get involved!
Isn't this what Ivankov has to ask for?

Timofeev didn't say much. He glanced at Anton who was waiting beside him. The latter left the room and quickly brought in a black canvas bag and opened it in front of the middle-aged man.

hiss!
Really give?

Based on his understanding of the Orekhovo Group, two million is not a small amount.

Same for him.

You know, according to today's listing price, 1 ruble can be exchanged for 1.68 US dollars.

A windfall.

The conditions for getting the key are so simple, all you need to do is do nothing.

Only a fool would not do it.

The middle-aged man left happily with his money bag.

Anton smiled bitterly and said, "Ten million was spent in two days."

How could the Orekhovo Group come up with 10 million in cash? If they sold the whole thing, they wouldn't know if it was worth it.

Spend money like water.

Even though it wasn't their money, I still felt heartbroken.

Timofeev said calmly, "We have dealt with all the guys who could cause trouble. There is no need to worry about the others. Let's follow Mr. Li's next plan."

Talking about this, Anton said with some concern: "Ivankov is not just a name, his fists are very powerful. Are you sure, boss? If..."

"Shut up!"

Timofeev scolded, "I'm so angry now that I can't kill that old bastard!"

In any case, it is a fact that his wife was fucked by Ivankov.

A man like him could never swallow the shame of being cuckolded, so he was extremely angry and full of energy.

In fact, there was a faint excitement in my heart.

He had been looking forward to this battle for a long time.

There was no opportunity and no reason to bring it up before, but now everything is ready.

If he couldn't defeat Ivankov, who was nearly fifty years old, he would be useless. After all, he was not qualified to sit on the throne of the underworld. The man obviously thought so too.

But Mr. Li's move was really brilliant.

Ivankov is old, but not too old. He has to accept the offer even if he doesn't want to. Otherwise, he will be despised by everyone in the underworld and his position will be lost.

Although he is young, he does not have the same fierce record of conquering a prison as the other party, which makes him appear to be extremely brave and respected.

As for victory or defeat?

You'll know after you fight.

Being able to become one of the biggest thieves in Moscow at the age of just over 30, when has Timofeev ever been afraid?

Besides, his Alena was really fucked by that old bastard!

Later that day, a piece of news spread on the street that Timofeev sent someone to hand over a letter of challenge to Ivankov, demanding a fair duel between the two.

Success is king, failure is death!
(End of this chapter)