Gerasimov was carrying two revolvers in his hands, which were given to him personally by the Ming army officer.

Just during dinner, he led his people into the home of Mr. Heidelberger, the richest man in the area.

In these days when the war had just ended and the people were starved of food, Mr. Heidelberg was actually eating roast chicken at his house.

Inside the huge restaurant, the rich smell of roast chicken fills the air.

A dozen candles were lit in the middle of the table, illuminating the restaurant very brightly. Heidelberg, his wife, children, son-in-law, daughter-in-law, and children gathered around the dining table.

There are also a dozen roast chickens, cooked corn, and red apples placed on the dining table.

On the plate in front of Heidelberg was a plate of foie gras, which he liked to eat.

The family was praying before the meal, when suddenly there was a "bang" from the door.

Then, a group of people rushed in shouting.

As soon as the housekeeper stepped forward to scold him, he was shot into pieces by the oncoming bullets.

"Gerasimov, what are you going to do?" Heidelberg stood up angrily.

This Gerasimov was like a dog in front of him on weekdays. Today he actually broke into his house and killed his housekeeper.

You must know that Heidelberg is the richest man in Warren, and he has more than a dozen bodyguards at home.

And behind the scenes, he was also the largest funder supporting the Polish guerrillas.

A little bastard like Gerasimov, who had some power, would end up dead in the street if he just said a word.

"Mr. Heidelberg, the brothers are a little short of money, and I would like to come to you to borrow some money." Gerasimov was still a little nervous under Heidelberg's gaze.

But soon he was no longer nervous, because standing behind him was Daming's father.

No matter how much you control the situation in Warren, you will have to stop when you meet Dad Ming.

"Hmph! Get out, or I'll let the town police arrest you. Haha, you will want to die by then." Heidelberg sneered and looked at Gerasimov with contempt.

"I know that you promoted Police Chief Poponov. But...!

I'm not afraid either!

Because tomorrow, things will change in this town of Warren. Mr. Heidelberger, look out the window."

Following Gerasimov's finger and looking out, he saw many people standing outside in the yard holding torches outside the window.

It looked like there were hundreds of people there.

The most disturbing thing is that the people standing at the window are all holding guns. And you can vaguely see the reflection of sharp blades.

How come they have guns? And so many of them?

Of course these gangsters don't have so many guns, but Gerasimov is quite smart.

A rifle was dismantled into two parts, and a caring subordinate held the gun. The younger brothers on the periphery, or those who were called in temporarily to help, were given a bayonet.

Some people were not even given bayonets, only a wooden stick to hold them.

The light was dim, and Heidelberg couldn't see clearly for a while.

Seeing that Heidelberg was still hesitating, Gerasimov stopped talking nonsense. With a whistle, a group of people poured in like a tide.

Heidelberg's eyelids jumped because the person who rushed to the front was actually his head bodyguard.

This time, the combination of inside and outside was extremely dangerous, but Heidelberg was not too afraid.

He didn't count on the Russian troops outside the city, but the police in the city were all his people. As long as the police heard the sound of gunshots, they would come as quickly as possible.

By then, you won't be afraid of these bastards anymore.

"How much do you want?" Heidelberg yelled.

"We want them all!" Gerasimov laughed ferociously, and countless crazy thugs had already rushed in.

At first, the hungry people just grabbed the food on the table, but soon someone reacted.

They began to rush upstairs and looted everything in Heidelberg's house.

"This is robbery, you will be hanged." Heidelberg stared at Gerasimov fiercely.

"Hahaha!" Gerasimov laughed wildly, tore off a chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth to chew.

"Mr. Heidelberg, do you think I will be hanged?" Gerasimov's big, greasy hands kneaded Heidelberg's eldest daughter's chest randomly.

The woman was so frightened that she cried but did not dare to speak. Her tears were like broken pearls.

"You bastard!" The woman's husband just stood up and shouted, and a bullet shot through his head.

Gerasimov blew on the muzzle of the gun that was still smoking: "Mr. Heidelberg, your time has passed.

If you are wise, hand over all your property. Otherwise, I will kill everyone in your family one by one."

"You...!" Heidelberg's eyes were splitting, but there was nothing he could do.

His men betrayed him, and his most loyal housekeeper lay dead in front of his door. His daughter was insulted in front of him, and his son-in-law was shot to death.

The most important thing is that the policemen who usually eat and drink themselves seem to be dead at such a critical time.

You know, the police station is only on the next street. If you hurry, you can get to your home within ten minutes!

But until now, there is not a single policeman in sight.

There was intensive gunfire outside, as well as women's cries and men's screams...
Chapter completed!