Yuri is a principled person. He will not reach out to others if they don't reach out to him. But if someone dares to reach out to him, that would be great!

Pushing and pushing, parents raise money in vain.

Pull and tug, no one loves you.

It's just that, it's not complicated.

The person whose hands were being twisted by Yuri wailed and twisted away. In the end, he couldn't bear the severe pain in his arms and could only kneel on the ground, and then wailed loudly.

In fact, if you give your phone to Yuri at this time, it will be fine, and you will lose money and avoid disaster.

But the problem is, these three young people who came together are not good friends, and this one is very fatal.

A big, strong man next to him punched Kabutou, but Yuri just threw his head back to avoid the punch.

Yuri's hand didn't let go, so he tilted his head back while dragging the person kneeling on the ground and immediately threw him forward. Then Yuri took a step forward. When the person who punched retracted his fist, he was idle.

The hand hit the strong man's throat faster.

The man who punched his head fell to the ground. He didn't struggle or scream, and he didn't know whether to live or die.

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 almost gleamed. He kicked the knife-holder on the knee. He turned around, letting the unbalanced knife-holder kneel down on one knee against him. He retracted his right leg and bent it hard.

It hit the knife wielder hard in the face.

There was a muffled bang, and the head of the man holding the knife bent upward, and his chest first touched the ground.

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

"Here you go..."

Screaming in pain, the man who was forced to kneel on the ground took 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 could no longer lift it up.

Yuri took the phone, glanced at it, and then put the phone on 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 about to break, let me go...ah!"

The knife fell from his hand, and one of his thumbs was broken off at the root.

A shrill scream echoed through the night sky.

Yuri finally let go of the unfortunate boy's arm. He put away the folding knife and put it into his pocket. He walked happily to his car with his bloody thumb.

There is no right or wrong, right or wrong, just need.

Yuri returned to the car, took out a few paper towels from where the water cup was placed, and carefully wrapped the wound on the severed finger so as not to smear the fingerprints with blood. Then he took out his mobile phone and pressed it with his stolen thumb.

Turn on the phone.

But Yuri didn't rush to call.

After finding the map navigation on his phone, Yuri entered an address skillfully. Then when the navigation started to sound, he stepped on the accelerator and drove out according to the navigation prompts.

The road is quite far, 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 mobile phones and computers. Although he is in prison, Yuri has always had access to 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 necessary.

If the map in your mind has not been updated in time and is out of date, then use navigation. This is the simplest way and the most time-saving way.

The car was speeding along the streets late at night, and the journey of more than ten kilometers took only about twenty minutes.

We arrived at a residential area. This is where retired officials live. It's not too expensive, but it's the kind of place that even if you have money, you can't buy it. It's not an apartment or a residential building, but a single house.

It’s not really a villa, because it’s not very big, but in Moscow’s urban area, where housing prices are so high, this is a house that even the rich can’t buy.

There was no need for navigation when he got here. Yuri first determined the street number, and then started to look for the house number along the street. Finally, he parked the car at the entrance 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 stretching out his hand, he retracted and turned to look at the wall. But after taking a look, he shook his head and finally pressed the doorbell.

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

This time there was a response, the screen installed at the door lit up, and then a woman's voice said: "It's so late, who is it?"

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

It's rude to ring the doorbell at 1:30 in the morning.

But Yuri didn't feel guilty at all, and he spoke quite confidently.

Then Yuri heard an exclamation, an extremely incredible exclamation.

Yuri knew that this was an access control system and the people inside could see who was ringing the doorbell, but he said nothing more and did not ring the doorbell again.

After a while, the locked door clicked, Yuri nodded, and then reached out and turned the door handle.

The door opened, Yuri walked in, walked through a small courtyard, and stood at the entrance door again. He opened the door directly, and the door opened again.

Yuri entered the house. There were two people in the living room, both gray-haired old men.

Yuri turned around and closed the door gently. Then he looked at an old man with white hair, nodded gently and said, "I'm out."

An old man and an old lady, who looked to be at least seventy years old.

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

"If you think about it, you will come out."

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

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

The old man didn't answer the old lady's question. He just stood there and whispered to Yuri: "This is my wife, she doesn't know anything."

"I know, otherwise I wouldn't come to the door like this, I would come in another way."

The old man had many things he wanted to ask, but he also knew there was no need to ask.

After taking a long breath, the old man said to his wife: "Go in, close the door, and after work hours tomorrow morning, call the police and ask them to collect the body."

The old lady suddenly covered her mouth, and then she looked at Yuri in great surprise.

Yuri didn't move or 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 and call after work. Before that, do everything.

Don’t do it, understand?”

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

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

The old lady was so stiff that she didn't even dare to look at Yuri. She just turned around slowly, tears streaming down her face silently, and then she returned to the bedroom with difficulty step by step.

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

"Should you do it, or should 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, just hurry up. I'm in a hurry. You know, I still have a lot of people to meet."

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"Can I use a gun?"

"Can."

The old man breathed out, reached to his lower back, and pulled out a pistol, a Makarov PB silent pistol.

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

Not a single more word was said.

When you commit suicide by swallowing a gun, you have to lower your head, not raise your head.

If you raise your head, you may hit the brain and die slowly. If you lower your head, the bullet will directly penetrate the brain stem, killing you instantly.

So there are techniques to commit suicide.

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

Yuri looked at the old man's body and walked over without hesitation. He reached out and turned off the safety of the pistol first, then took the gun out of the old man's hand. Then he squatted on the ground and cocked the gun with the old man's pajamas.

After wiping away the blood and saliva, he put the gun into his pocket.

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

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

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

He has never left the cell, but Yuri has not cut off contact with the outside world. There are some things that others think he doesn't know, but he just knows.

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

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

There was no sound on the phone anymore.

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

"You... know..."

"I know."

A helpless and deep sigh sounded from the phone.

Yuri continued calmly: "You can come out by yourself so that I don'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. The car 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. After stopping, he flashed his lights.

A man walked towards Yuri's car. He wasn't walking very fast, but he wasn't walking too slowly either. He was walking at a normal pace.

Yuri didn't get out of the car.

When the person came to the car, Yuri lowered the window.

Standing outside the car window was a man who looked to be in his sixties. He glanced into the car and whispered: "Is it okay if I die?"

Yuri nodded and said, "Yes."

"You promise!"

Yuri didn't speak, he said lazily.

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

After saying 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 took out the folding knife from his pocket and handed it out through the car window.

The man outside swallowed hard. He turned his gun upside down, gave the gun to Yuri with his right hand, and took the folding knife with his left hand.

To operate, he held the knife in his left hand and put it on his neck, pressed the back of the knife with his right hand, and then pulled it suddenly with his left hand, cutting the aorta and trachea together.

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

After cutting half of his own neck, the person outside the car did not forget to spread his hand and reach into the car window to 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 violently from his fingers, but it did not splash on Yuri's car.

The smell of blood is quite strong.

Today is destined to be a very bloody night, and this is just the beginning.
Chapter completed!