Chapter 495 Bloody Night

Chapter 495 Bloody Night

Chapter 495 Bloody Night

Yuri is a man of principles. If others don't reach out to him, he won't reach out to others. But if someone dares to reach out to him, that would be great!

If you keep pushing and shoving, all your parents’ efforts in raising you will be in vain.

Pull and tug, no one loves it.

That's the thing, it's not complicated.

The person whose hand Yuri was twisting turned around while wailing. Finally, unable to bear the severe pain in his arm, he could only kneel on the ground and wailed loudly again.

In fact, it would be fine to give the phone to Yuri at this time. It would be enough to spend money to avoid disaster.

But the problem is that these three young men who came out together are not easy to deal with, and this is very fatal.

A large and muscular man nearby punched him in the head, but Yuri simply tilted his head back to avoid the blow.

Yuri's hand did not loosen, so when he tilted his head back, he pulled the man kneeling on the ground and immediately fell forward. Then Yuri took a step forward, and when the man who punched pulled his fist back, his free hand hit the strong man's throat at a faster speed.

The man who threw the punch fell to the ground with his head sinking. He didn't struggle or shout, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

The third man was the most powerful. He was not tall or strong, but he took out a knife and stabbed Yuri in the chest without hesitation.

Yuri's eyes were almost shining. He kicked the man with a knife on the knee, then turned his body, causing the man with a knife to lose balance and kneel down on one knee next to him. He then pulled back his right leg, bent his knee and hit the man with a knife in the face.

With a dull thud, the man holding the knife's head bent upwards and his chest hit the ground first.

Yuri still didn't let go of the hand that was stretched out to him. He said again: "Robbery, give me the phone!"

"Here you go..."

Screaming in pain, the man who was forced to kneel on one knee on the ground struggled to take out the mobile phone from his pocket with his left hand, tilted his body, and raised it to the side of his head with difficulty, but he could not lift it any higher.

Yuri took the phone, took a look at it, and then pressed the phone to his thumb.

The phone is unlocked.

Yuri nodded, put his phone in his pocket, then looked at the other person at his feet, squatted down and picked up a folding knife.

"My hand is going to break, let me go... ah!"

With a flick of the knife, a thumb was cut off at the root.

A shrill scream echoed through the night sky.

Yuri finally let go of the unfortunate guy's arm. He put away the folding knife and put it in his pocket. He walked happily towards his car with his bleeding thumb.

There is no right or wrong, no yes or no, it all depends on the need.

Yuri returned to the car, took a few tissues from where the water cup was placed, and carefully bandaged the wound on his severed finger to prevent the blood from staining his fingerprints. Then he took out his cell phone and turned it on with his stolen thumb.

But Yuri didn't rush to call.

Yuri found the map navigation on his mobile phone and skillfully entered an address. Then when the navigation started sounding, he stepped on the accelerator and drove out according to the navigation instructions.

The road is quite long, but there are not many cars in the middle of the night and the speed is very fast, so it won’t waste too much time.

He can use a mobile phone and a computer. Although he is in prison, Yuri can always access these electronic devices, so he will not be eliminated by society.

But I haven't been out for more than ten years, and the world outside is obviously different. Even the street names have changed, so navigation is still needed.

If the map in your mind is outdated and cannot be updated in time, then use navigation. This is the simplest way and the most time-saving way.

The car sped along the streets late at night, and it took only twenty minutes to travel a distance of more than ten kilometers.

We arrived at a residential area where retired officials lived. It was not too expensive, but it was the kind of place that you couldn't buy even if you had money. It was not an apartment or a residential building, but a single house.

It can't be called a villa because it's not very big, but in the city of Moscow where housing prices are high, this is a house that you can't buy even if you have money.

There was no need for navigation when he got here. Yuri first determined the street number, and then began to look for the house number along the street. Finally, he parked the car at the gate of a small courtyard.

After getting off the car, Yuri walked to the door. He wanted to reach out and press the doorbell, but after extending his hand, he retracted it and looked at the wall. However, after taking a look, he shook his head and finally pressed the doorbell.

The doorbell rang for a while, but there was no response. Yuri was a little impatient, but he decided to ring the doorbell again.

This time there was a response. The screen at the door lit up, and then a woman's voice said, "Who is it at this late hour?"

Yuri said to the screen: "I'm looking for Athos Yelinsky. My name is Yuri Komonov. If he is here, please tell him I'm here."

It is very rude to ring the doorbell at 1:30 in the morning.

But Yuri showed no remorse at all and spoke with confidence.

Then Yuri heard a scream, an extremely incredible scream.

Yuri knew that this was an access control system and the people inside could see who was ringing the doorbell, but he didn't say anything and didn't ring the doorbell again.

After a moment, the locked door clicked. Yuri nodded and reached out to turn the doorknob.

The door opened, Yuri walked in, crossed a very small courtyard, and stood at the door of the house again. He opened the door directly and it opened again.

Yuri entered the house and saw two people in the living room, both white-haired old men.

Yuri turned around and gently closed the door. Then he looked at a white-haired old man, nodded gently, and said, "I'm coming out."

An old man and an old woman, they looked to be at least seventy years old.

The old lady looked a little angry, but more puzzled, while the old man stared at Yuri and asked in a trembling voice: "How could you come out? Why did you come out?"

"If you want to come out, you can come out."

Yuri answered the question very calmly, and then he said to the old man: "I said back then that you would be the first person I would look for after I got out, but I didn't expect that you still lived in Moscow."

The old lady looked at her husband strangely and said, "Who... who is this gentleman?"

The old man did not answer the old lady's question. He just stood there and whispered to Yuri: "This is my wife. She knows nothing."

"I know, otherwise I wouldn't come here like this. I would try another way."

The old man had a lot of questions he wanted to ask, but he also knew he didn't need to ask.

After a long sigh, the old man said to his wife, "Go in and close the door. Tomorrow morning, when it's time to go to work, call the police and ask them to collect my body."

The old lady suddenly covered her mouth, and then she looked at Yuri in great surprise. Yuri did not move, nor did he speak.

The old man opened his arms and hugged his wife, saying, "Be obedient! Be obedient! You must listen to me! For the sake of our children and our grandchildren, do as I say. Call after work. Before that, don't do anything else. Do you understand?"

The old lady was stiff all over, but she nodded slowly.

The old man whispered, "Go back to your room, go ahead."

The old lady's whole body was stiff. She didn't even dare to look at Yuri. She just turned around slowly, tears flowing silently. Then she took one step at a time and returned to the bedroom with difficulty.

Yuri was still standing there. The old man watched his wife enter the bedroom and close the door, then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Will you do it, or will I do it myself?"

Yuri thought for a moment and said, "You can do it yourself."

The old man was relieved. He nodded and said, "Thank you, I am very grateful. Thank you!"

Yuri shrugged and said, "If you don't have any last words to say, hurry up. I'm in a hurry. You know, I still have a lot of people to meet."

"Can I use a gun?"

"can."

The old man exhaled, reached behind his waist and pulled out a pistol, a Makarov PB silenced pistol.

The old man pulled the slide and put the gun in his mouth. He looked at Yuri and pulled the trigger the moment he put the gun in his mouth without hesitation.

Not a single more word was said.

When you commit suicide by swallowing a gun, you should lower your head, not look up.

If you look up, the bullet may hit your brain, causing a slow death. If you look down, the bullet may directly penetrate your brain stem, causing instant death.

So suicide also requires skills.

The gunshot was not loud, and the old man fell to the ground instantly. There was a bloody hole in the back of his head. The gun was still in his mouth and his hand was still holding the handle.

Yuri looked at the old man's body and walked over without hesitation. He reached out to turn off the safety of the pistol, then took the gun from the old man's hand. Then he squatted on the ground and wiped the blood and saliva off the gun with the old man's pajamas, then put the gun in his pocket.

Open the door, go out, get in the car, drive away.

The place we are going to this time is much closer, but what is a bit troublesome is that there are guards there, and there are a lot of guards.

Yuri opened his phone with his thumb wrapped in tissue and dialed a number.

Although he never left the cell, Yuri never cut off contact with the outside world. There were some things that others thought he didn't know, but he just knew them.

The call was connected, and a very strange voice asked, "Who are you, who are you looking for?"

"I'm Yuri, I'm out."

There was no more sound on the phone.

Yuri continued, "I just came out of Athos's house and was on my way to your house. There are too many guards there and I don't want to go in, so please come out. I'll be there in about five minutes."

"you know……"

"I know."

A helpless and deep sigh came from the phone.

Yuri continued calmly: "If you come out on your own, I won't have to go in."

"I'm going out! We'll meet at the gate."

"Ok."

Yuri hung up the phone. He didn't respond at all and drove steadily.

Five minutes later, Yuri did not approach the door. He saw someone at the door, so he parked the car about 200 meters away from the door and flashed the lights after stopping.

A man walked towards Yuri's car. He was not walking fast, but not slow either. He was walking at a normal walking speed.

Yuri didn't get out of the car.

When the man approached the car, Yuri lowered the window.

A man who looked to be in his sixties was standing outside the car window. He looked into the car and whispered, "Is it all over if I die?"

Yuri nodded and said, "Yes."

"you promise!"

Yuri didn't say anything. He was too lazy to speak.

The man outside the car window nodded, took a deep breath, and whispered, "Sorry, I have nothing more to say."

After that, the man outside the car window pulled out a gun very quickly, but when he put the gun into his mouth, Yuri suddenly said: "You can't use a gun, use this."

Yuri pulled the folding knife out of his pocket and handed it out through the car window.

The man outside swallowed hard and reversed the muzzle of his own gun before handing the gun to Yuri with his right hand and taking the folding knife with his left.

During the operation, he held the knife in his left hand and placed it on his neck, pressed the back of the knife with his right hand, and then pulled it suddenly with his left hand, cutting both the aorta and the trachea.

He pulled with his left hand and immediately pressed the wound with his right hand to prevent the blood from spurting everywhere and dirtying Yuri's car.

After cutting half of his neck, the person outside the car did not forget to stretch his hand through the window and return the knife to Yuri.

Yuri took the knife.

The man outside the car turned around, staggered two steps, and fell to the ground. Blood began to spurt out violently from between his fingers, but it did not splash onto Yuri's car.

The smell of blood is quite strong.

Today is destined to be a bloody night, and this is just the beginning.

(End of this chapter)