Struggle in Russia

Li Xiao shook his finger and said contemptuously: "First of all, I'm not threatening you. As long as you don't satisfy me in the future, I will directly blow your bald head, because I have hated your bald head since I came in, and your eyes are shaking." And it's ugly, ugly as hell!"

"Secondly, it doesn't matter what kind of people are here. Because dead people can't speak. If you kill you, I'll just turn around and walk away. Who do you think will know?"

Speaking of which, Li Xiao smiled charmingly, and said again: "What's more, those who come here to do shady business are all smart people, who would care about the life and death of an insignificant pawn? No one cares about you dead, let alone care, just Like no one cares if the beggars outside will suddenly disappear!"

Every time Li Xiao said a word, the bald head's face became ugly. Behind him, his bald head was covered with beads of sweat. It was obvious that he was nervous.

However, Li Xiao put away the pistol with a smile on his face, took a sip of beer in his spare time, and said slowly: "So, don't talk nonsense with me. Hurry up and invite your boss Hei Ya, he is the only one who can do my business." catch!"

The bald man stared wide-eyed, and looked at Li Xiao in disbelief, with the expression of seeing a ghost. Because the Black Crow Tavern has been open for so many years, he has always been the one who welcomes and sees him off on the stage. Almost everyone thinks that he is the boss, and no one has ever doubted his identity, even people from Russia. Never doubted, what happened to this group of people today?

The big bald head immediately changed his face, and replied stubbornly and firmly: "I am the boss Black Crow! No matter what you have, you can only talk to me!"

Li Xiao shook his head slowly, took another sip of beer, and said, "You're not a black crow. You can't accept this deal!"

The big bald head was about to continue arguing, when he heard a voice from the kitchen behind him: "Bucky, invite the guests in!"

The big bald head suddenly became anxious, turned around and said anxiously: "Master, the identity of this group of people is unknown, why do you..."

The voice inside the door laughed: "There are still a few people in this world who know that you are not the boss of the black crow. They are just some old friends of mine. It's okay to invite them in!"

The bald head gave Li Xiao a vicious look, and he opened the bar reluctantly to let Li Xiao and others in. However, he was guarding carefully all the way, and would fight desperately if there was any disagreement.

There is indeed a kitchen behind the bar, which surprised Li Xiao, because Kornilov told him how powerful the real Crow is. He was also a generation of outstanding people, a ruthless character who killed people without batting an eyelid. It is said that he cut his throat with his own hands. There are only a few hundred Turks.

How could such a vicious character live in such a small kitchen? Li Xiao was both curious and strange, especially when he saw the real body of the black crow, it magnified these strangeness and curiosity.

Because the black crow is neither a muscular man with a height of eight feet, nor is he a murderer with a face full of flesh. He looks like a little old man with a thin body and white hair and a little fragile feeling.

At this time, the old man was grilling meat. His big hands with protruding joints were completely out of proportion to his thin and small body, but his movements were extremely flexible. A huge kebab was rolling in his hands, and each side was evenly heated and sizzling.

With his back to Li Xiao, the old man was handling the skewers in his hands without turning his head. He turned over the skewers, spread oil and honey on the other side, and sprinkled a handful of seasonings from time to time.

"Don't worry, the meat will be roasted soon, this hour is just right! How cooked do you like it?"

This question was a bit sudden and abrupt, as if Li Xiao and his group were not bad customers who came to ask for trouble, but old acquaintances and good friends.

"Very familiar!" Li Xiao replied calmly. While answering, he even sat down at the small table next to him, as if he was really a guest who came to eat.

"Very ripe?" The old man responded with a smile, "This kind of taste is rare, people like to eat tender ones now, don't they feel old if they are very ripe?"

"Not old!" Li Xiao also replied solemnly: "The meat must be cooked, the blood is too bloody, and it is easy to cause stomach upset!"

While talking, the old man suddenly took down the meat skewers, held up the ten-pound skewers in one hand, casually took a small knife from the knife holder, and walked towards Li Xiao with a smile .

This action was a bit scary, at least the two guards brought by Li Xiao were full of vigilance, and they immediately stepped forward to stop the old man, but Li Xiao stopped them.

He smiled and said, "Don't worry, it's fine!"

The old man didn't care too much, and walked to the small table on his own, the knife flew up and down, and sliced ​​the skewered meat into small slices of uniform thickness and thickness in a short while. Then, he put down the iron rod, wiped his hands on the greasy apron in front of him, and then sat down across from Li Xiao.

"Eat! The barbecue has to be eaten while it's hot, and it won't taste as good when it's cold!"

As he spoke, he picked up the sliced ​​meat and ate it with big mouthfuls. That unrestrained demeanor was completely out of proportion to his short stature.

Li Xiao was not too polite, and he didn't need any tableware. He picked up the meat slices and stuffed them into his mouth, and he commented on the taste while eating.

"Yes, this taste is just right, and it will be even better if you add some chili powder!"

The old man didn't speak, but just gave the bald-headed guard a wink. The latter reluctantly went to the spice and brought the chili powder, and then put it heavily in front of Li Xiao.

Li Xiao was not annoyed either, dipping sliced ​​meat in chili noodles made his mouth water. In this way, the old man and he just ate and drank without talking nonsense, and ten pounds of barbecue was eaten up in a short while.

Only then did the old man wipe his greasy lips with his apron, and said with a smile, "I like people who can eat. It's a good habit not to waste food! Being able to eat is a blessing!"

This exclamation seemed to evoke the old man's long-term memory. After a while, he came back to his senses and asked again: "Is that boy Valoja okay? I haven't seen him for almost ten years. I heard that he became a general?" "

Volodya naturally refers to Vladimir Kornilov. Judging from the old man's tone, he and Kornilov are not generally familiar, and there is a vague meaning in his tone that an elder is for a younger generation.

Li Xiao replied: "The general asked me to say hello to you on his behalf. I hope you are free to go to Odessa. He has prepared your favorite Finnish vodka and caviar."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The old man laughed heartily, and said very happily: "That kid has a heart, and I still remember my preferences, but I'm afraid I can't afford good caviar with his salary, and that kid is also corrupt. Is it gone?"

struggle in tsarist russia

struggle in tsarist russia