My Realistic Simulation Game

Chapter 45 The Wild Wolf Struggling on the Edge of Collapse of Order

Woo——!
The train emitted a long, drawn-out whistle that seemed to pierce through the cold air of the north, and its massive steel body slowly slid into the huge dome of the Moscow Roslavl Railway Station amidst the creaking of friction.

Bang!

With a heavy thud and the screeching of brakes, the train finally came to a stop.

The moment the car door opened, a surging roar mixed with a bone-chilling cold rushed out!

The platform was already teeming with people, a cacophony of languages, and the air was thick with the cold, the noise, and the unique atmosphere of this vast metropolis.

My second trip to Moscow has officially begun.

This time, Qin Yuan brought not only a mountain of goods, but also a group of capable "fellow travelers" with their own agendas.

The door to the sixth carriage was opened, and Qin Yuan was the first to jump off.

His gaze swept quickly across the area, and a warning bell rang in his mind.

Unlike the chaos I remembered from my last arrival, the chaos on the platform now had a sense of deliberate, "managed" savage order.

Bald!

As far as the eye can see, there are towering figures standing tall along the edge of the platform and the main passageway.

Their uniformly bald heads reflected a cold light under the pale platform lights. They were exceptionally burly and robust, mostly wearing tight leather jackets or bulky cotton-padded coats, their bulging muscles almost bursting out of their clothes.

Their eyes were fierce and numb, like a well-trained pack of hyenas, silently occupying the most advantageous rendezvous positions.

These bald, burly men roughly pushed aside the vendors blocking their way and grabbed the arms or luggage of passengers and scalpers who had just gotten off the bus and were still looking bewildered.

"taxi?!"

"Shipping goods?"

He uttered a few Russian words stiffly, his tone leaving no room for argument, and his gestures were even more domineering.

They forcibly drag people into their dilapidated Ladas or Volgas parked some distance away, or forcibly try to carry packages or goods from the other person's hands or vehicle.

What made Qin Yuan's eyes turn colder was that several station staff members in uniforms not far away seemed to ignore the bald men's behavior, some even turning their heads to smoke and chat.

It's clearly tacit approval, or rather... submission.

"Brother Yuan!" Ma Gan'er got out of the car right away, startled by the commotion, and instinctively moved closer to Qin Yuan.

"Don't panic, follow me."

Qin Yuan's voice was as steady as a mountain, instantly calming his subordinates who had just gotten out of the car and were also somewhat nervous at the sight.

Just then, a commotion arose at the far end of the platform.

Several relatively presentable black Volga sedans and a small van drove in, straddling the edge of the platform, with indistinct Slavic markings on their bodies.

The car honked its horn rudely, and amidst the angry shouts and scrambling of the crowd, it drove all the way to the door of carriage number six before finally stopping.

The door of the lead car was suddenly pushed open, and a young man wrapped in a thick down jacket, his face red from the cold but full of energy, strode out.

"Brother Yuan! We're finally here! We were so worried!"

Chen Jianhua shouted excitedly, followed closely by Zhang Wei, Wang Haiyang, and Li Xiangqian, who were also overjoyed.

Even Natasha came.

Behind them came more than twenty young Chinese men, dressed in thick cotton coats, with youthful faces but sharp eyes. They were clearly members of the campus team they were developing.

The appearance of this new force caused many people around to look at Qin Yuan with a hint of surprise.

Kayo got off in carriage number five and looked at this scene, her pupils slightly contracting.

As expected, Qin Yuan has already built up his own power base in Moscow.

Lynx glanced at him and stepped forward: "Brother Dai."

Kayo didn't say anything, withdrew her gaze, and uttered a single word: "Let's go!"

Qin Yuan seemed to sense something and turned around.

Then they saw that the figures of Kayo and the other two had vanished without a trace, like water droplets falling into a pond.

Without hesitation, without saying goodbye.

And so, they simply and cleanly merged into the surging crowd, their destination unknown.

Qin Yuan remained unmoved, withdrew his gaze, looked at Chen Jianhua who was noticeably more capable than before, and issued his command:
"Jianhua, Haiyang!" "Binzi, Weiguo, Gangzi, you guys organize the loading immediately!"

"Remember, don't forget a single item. Magan, keep an eye on our manpower and goods!"

"Understood!" the group replied in unison and immediately got to work.

The initially somewhat nervous newcomer team, under the direction of Binzi and Wu Weiguo, quickly formed an efficient human chain and began carefully but nimbly carrying heavy woven bags and sacks out of the carriage.

Chen Jianhua leaned close to Qin Yuan and whispered, his words coming out quickly and with concern: "Brother Yuan, something's not right."

“Just over a week after you left, more and more foreigners are coming to Moscow. Now it has become the center of Eastern Europe, and businessmen from all the republics come here to make money.”

Qin Yuan listened attentively. Actually, he wasn't surprised. It was much easier for people from these member states to come to Moscow than for them, the Chinese.

His gaze fell on the group of bald men not far away, and he asked:

Who are those vultures on the platform?

Chen Jianhua followed Qin Yuan's gaze and whispered, "Those are people from the Caucasus, from Chechnya, Georgia, Azerbaijan, and all sorts of places. They're all desperate criminals!"

"They only appeared in the last month, and now they're treating this station like their own territory!"

"They don't openly rob people, but look at their tactics! They pull people into their vehicles, help carry luggage and goods... it's all forced service!"

"And this price is outrageous, it's five to ten times the market price!"

Hearing their conversation, Gangzi asked in surprise, "The price is so high, what if we don't pay?"

Hearing Gangzi's words, Chen Jianhua said in a deep voice, "You won't give it to us? Fine! Those 'good-natured' people in uniforms will come over and make things difficult for you with all sorts of excuses. They might even take you to a small room for a 'talk.' These Caucasians have plenty of tricks up their sleeves."

Gangzi was even more shocked: "Don't the local police care?"

"Local police? Ha, they can't handle it, or rather, they don't want to. Who knows how much kickbacks are involved!"

Chen Jianhua took a breath, his eyes filled with relief and lingering fear: "If I hadn't bribed the station manager on duty beforehand and shown him enough 'sincerity,' our car wouldn't have been able to even get into the station, let alone pick you up!"

"These guys have a really long reach!"

"Caucasians?" Qin Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly.

He is very clear.

The giant magnet that is Moscow is attracting wolves from all directions, struggling on the verge of collapse, at an unimaginable speed.

Even local forces far from China have sensed the trend and gathered here.

This speed was even faster than he had expected!
Moscow today is undoubtedly a melting pot of all sorts of people, and has become the wholesale center for black market goods in Eastern Europe!
Are all the wolves from the Caucasus coming here to claim territory?

interesting!
He patted Chen Jianhua heavily on the shoulder: "Well done, we shouldn't stay here any longer!"

"Let's hurry up and load the truck. We need to be quick, but even more importantly, steady. We can't let anyone take advantage of us!"

"Understood!" Chen Jianhua nodded vigorously and turned to personally supervise and direct the loading of the truck.

At this moment, the Beijing traders who had come with Qin Yuan also got off the train one after another.

Faced with this chaotic and overbearing platform environment, most of these seasoned local Beijing toughs showed surprise and tension.

Some hesitated for a moment, but seeing that Qin Yuan's group had many people and vehicles and was operating in an orderly manner, they immediately pulled their goods over and said, "Boss Qin! We'll follow you! We'll follow your truck!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Mr. Qin, give us a ride! Let's all stay at the Chekhov Hotel!"

Ma Gan'er immediately pulled out his crumpled little notebook and flipped through the list: "Those on the list who are willing to come, register here and get on the bus!"

"Those who aren't coming can find their own way to settle in. You can contact us when they get to the hotel!"

However, a small number of people, with shifty eyes, watched the other passengers who had been forcibly "served" by the bald Caucasian man and then drove off in a Lada. Some felt they didn't have enough goods, some were too proud to completely rely on Qin Yuan, and some simply felt that following the main group would make them too conspicuous.

They gritted their teeth, clutched their few belongings, and, with their heads down or steeling themselves, chose to walk to the platform exit to try and hail a taxi.

Or... be "enthusiastically" forcibly surrounded by those bald Caucasian men.

Qin Yuan's gaze swept over the scattered figures of his fellow countrymen heading out of the platform, quickly disappearing into the imposing figures of the Caucasians or getting into the departing dilapidated Lada cars.

He didn't say anything to stop him; his gaze was calm as still water.

Everyone has their own choices, and everyone must bear the consequences of their choices.

The path is one you choose.

(End of this chapter)