Hollywood Hunter

Simon again sized up Marta Becknets who was nestled at his feet with expectant eyes, but shook his head and said, "I'd advise you not to try to be Timoshenko, she's not going to end up too well next."

Marta didn't expect this sudden turn of events, her beautiful dark blue eyes widened slightly and her mind flew.

Yulia Tymoshenko was arguably the most glamorous woman in Ukraine in recent years, not only had she quickly created her own business empire, but she also had a big backer like Lazarenko, and in her opinion, this was the pinnacle of a woman.

What does it mean when it ends badly?

Is the man in front of us finally taking on Ukraine's energy sector?

As the de facto housekeeper of Hot Springs Manor, Marta is quietly concerned with many things during her weekdays, in addition to completing her work carefully.

As the Rovno gang's wings are getting richer, many Rovno gang executives are hoping to expand further, Marta is still just a small person, and can't see too much of the inside game of the Ukrainian top brass, but also understands that the most lucrative in the current Ukraine is undoubtedly the natural gas industry that Tymoshenko is in charge of.

Because this is not only the Ukrainian people must live, but also, Ukraine's natural gas pipeline, but also directly supply Western Europe.

There is too much room for maneuver.

So it was probably easy to imagine how much the other capital powers were greedy for this piece of fat meat, and Marta was not surprised that even the Rovno gang, which had the Westeros system at its back, wanted to make a move.

Moreover, Marta also suddenly remembered the assassination incident that had just happened a few days ago.

Hmm ...... assassination incident?

Not knowing where his thoughts were turning, a chill ran down Marta's spine.

That was all Simon had said, without any further explanation, and he didn't care as to what the girl was thinking.

Lazarenko's downfall next year and Tymoshenko's swift loss of power, and even the memory of the undeniably strong woman's ups and downs in Ukrainian politics, boiled down to one thing: success or failure.

Lazarenko's unbridled greed does not mean that the Kuchma family, not to mention the Donetsk gang, which recently resorted to public assassination, is any less restrained.

Ultimately, the losers had nothing to lose.

Of course, Simon was speaking to Marta about Tymoshenko at this point with somewhat of a prophetic mindset.

Probably not many people would think that the current glamorous Tymoshenko will suddenly hit rock bottom in the next few years, the gas princess at its peak, nominally accounted for 20% of Ukraine's GDP, even if the water is very large, it can be seen Tymoshenko's business empire is relatively large compared to the Ukraine as a country.

With the fall of Lazarenko, Tymoshenko was quickly stripped of everything except for assets transferred overseas, and when the assets were disclosed later in the Ukrainian election campaign, Tymoshenko had only a few hundred dollars worth of assets to his name, not even a single piece of real estate.

This, of course, is a joke.

Because at the same time Tymoshenko's daughter got married in England, just renting the venue cost hundreds of thousands of dollars.

However, the public information can be conclusively stated that the powerful woman's personal estate in Ukraine was basically wiped out.

In Simon's view, this is actually Tymoshenko even if the prison has not been as Russia or Ukraine, as many oligarchs emigrated overseas, after all, those successful immigrant oligarchs, often still have a huge business empire in the country, can be considered 'serious businessman', but also to the immigrant country to bring such as tax and investment and many other benefits. Like Abu.

And Tymoshenko, for example, is like Lazarenko, whose roots are completely destroyed and who, once he emigrates, is a fat sheep in the eyes of overseas authorities.

Since he is a fat sheep, he will not be slaughtered for nothing.

The former Lazarenko fled to the United States, originally wanted to obtain political blessing, after all, the Ukrainian senior during his term of office has done a lot of 'good' for the Western gold masters, however, he was greeted by prison and a huge fine, and finally not only in jail, the years of accumulation of the family fortune was also scraped away by the United States government.

Likewise, if Tymoshenko leaves, he is bound to end up in the same situation.

Thinking about this indiscriminately, Simon once again reached out his hand to hold up Marta's delicate pretty face: "It's a pity, this pool in Ukraine is too small, and also, it's not the right time, otherwise, you still have a good chance of becoming the second Chen Qing."

Of course Marta didn't know who Chen Qing was, from the name, it was a Chinese.

After a pause, the woman spoke up at the right time, "So, boss, can I leave with you, out of the Ukraine?"

"Who's going to help me take care of the place while you're gone?"

Marta looked at the smile on Simon's lips and wiggled her head and face to rub against the man's hand, becoming more and more like a cat, "Eve, and Nat, they're all right."

"But they don't do it as well as you do, and you liked to take things away from them before, didn't you?"

Marta was pitiful: "Boss, I was wrong."

This gesture was a little bit like Chen Qing again.

Simon wasn't surprised.

There were only so many types of human personalities, and the Westeros family's recruitment of waitresses had a corresponding personality test and screening, and although most of them were peaceful and submissive like Eve, there was no shortage of the more ambitious types that Simon preferred.

Not many, of course.

Otherwise, if not the world would be in chaos, the Westeros family would be in chaos.

Pinching the woman's delicate face, Simon said, "You're 24 years old, so keep staying here for two years, help me keep an eye on this side, and continue to improve yourself along the way, also, what was your previous salary?"

"Two thousand dollars."

"Tell Eve tomorrow that you're being promoted to the same level as her, which is a lot of money in the Ukraine, and you can try to do something within the limits of what you can operate for two years and show me the change."

"I'll try, boss."

Marta nodded quickly, she had her own ambitions not false, but also did not lack patience, to get this promise from Simon, has exceeded her expectations, so assured, the woman straightened slightly, a pair of slender hands tried to reach Simon's waist.

Simon pressed it and shook his head, "It's late, go to bed, I need to rest too."

"Boss, can I go up and keep you company?"

"No need."

Simon said getting up, Marta followed, and together they left the sitting room.

The hall parted and Simon himself went upstairs and into his master bedroom, where only a few warm yellow wall lights were on this side, and in the dense light, three figures sat like three quails on the living room sofa, seeing Simon come in and stand up together.

Simon measured a glance, looked at a guilty and pleasing face of Galina, probably understand what, just smiled, toward the direction of the bedroom signaled: "Come."

Said the man entering the bedroom.

The next day was Monday, July 22nd.

The schedule remained the same, and Simon did not leave.

In the morning, he visited several factories in succession, focusing on furniture under the increasingly large Oldacre company.

Two years down the line, in addition to IKEA, Oldkirk's furniture factories have also gained a number of other customers, and several truckloads of furniture are now being shipped to various parts of Europe every day.

After the listing of Melisandre, Sofia began to explore the luxury home furnishing industry, so Katrina furniture, which mainly focuses on handmade custom-made furniture, was brought under Melisandre's umbrella, with some packaging.

As originally planned, the team at Aldec is still planning its own affordable home brand. Initially Katrina was positioned as such, and since it was taken by Melisandre, it could only develop others.

Furniture production, too, was an important part of Sergei Komorov's 'light industrial complex' yesterday.

Even though it is currently based on OEMs, just like in China, many industries start from OEMs and the key is not to remain resigned to its own OEM position.

Another feast and socializing at noon.

Afternoon.

Briefly relaxing and recreating, there was actually some less-than-serious business.

The military theme park an outsider was cleared of the shooting range, three seemingly all forty years old or so middle-aged people were brought in, immediately saw a certain young man in camouflage uniform carrying an exaggerated large gun, the body like a javelin just standing shoulder to shoulder, the air very rhythmically sounded bang bang bang bang the ear-shattering sound of gunfire.

Even though the three of them, who had received strict military training, could see that the opponent's shooting style was neither scientific nor reasonable, the more they understood the difficulty of the situation, the more shocked they were to be able to handle such a ten kilogram heavy anti-sniper with such ease and comfort.

The trio came close, and Simon also happened to finish firing a box of mags, but ignored them without even a glance, replaced the mags, and then continued.

The air soon re-burst with the heart-stopping sound of gunfire.

After a few moments of this, one of the three, a middle-aged man with slightly longer hair, finally looked around with obvious unease.

In addition to the young man playing heavy sniper, the three of them, and two others he also knew, Alexander Najiev and Andrei Vodmirka, there were as many as 12 other security guards standing far and near the range. The middle-aged man quietly scrutinized some of them, and if he made any movement, he would have no chance of success either in trying to escape or .......

Simon wasted no time in continuing to punch two more magazines before stopping and heading to a rest area not far away.

After receiving a towel handed over by Alexander himself to wipe off his sweat, Simon sat down on a bench in the rest area and finally looked at the three people who had followed along, the other two middle-aged men just swept past, finally locking their eyes on the long-haired middle-aged man, and also waved his hand at Alexander and Andrei beside him, saying, "You guys go ahead and get busy."

Neither Andrei Vodmirka nor Alexander Nagyev were clear about the identities of the three middle-aged men, but after some observation, they were able to roughly guess, so they quietly memorized the faces of the three men.

After Andrei and his two men left, the only person left beside Simon who could still hear a few conversations was Neil Bennett, who was standing behind him, and the other bodyguards were also standing at a considerable distance away.

The long-haired middle-aged man quietly measured and examined again, declining to realize that he still didn't stand a chance.

Dismissing the two Andrei men, Simon crossed his legs and leaned back on the back of the simple wooden bench, picked up a folder on the desktop, spent a few minutes carefully flipping through it, and looked up again, although the weather on the Ukrainian side was clearly not hot, and the long-haired, almost shoulder-length still revealing some very attractive women's vicariously handsome middle-aged man was already sweating profusely.

"Viktor Aileenev, that's your real name, right?"

The middle-aged man paused and nodded gently.

Simon tapped his fingertips on the folder in his lap and continued to stare at the other man, "Do you know why I asked you to come here today?"

The middle-aged man's sweat dripped from his chin, and after a moment of silence, he finally plopped down on his knees.

The other two had sensed the unusual nature of today's meeting, and now seeing Viktor Aileenev behaving like this, how could they not understand that something must have gone wrong.

The three of them are the leaders of the Westeros family's private intelligence network in Ukraine, because of the flattened team structure, the three of them do not belong to each other, responsible for different matters, the reason why they are called here together is mainly because the three of them know each other, not only belong to the former KGB colleagues, but also are very good friends in private.

It was because of this that they were recruited together by the Westeros family in the first place.

The other two didn't realize that somehow, the former best friend next to them seemed to have screwed up something, and that it might even implicate them.

The other two didn't know that, unbeknownst to them, the man who was once their friend seemed to have messed up something, and that he might even be involved. Sitting on a simple bench, Simon's posture was still casual, but his face grew cold and solemn, and he slightly lowered his gaze to stare at the middle-aged man kneeling on the floor: "Not to mention your future retirement and the high benefits your family will enjoy, just the most basic salary, I'll give you the equivalent of dozens of times what you had when you worked in the KGB, in any country in the world. , and your incomes are in the elite class. I am a man who believes that one must give as much as one gets. By giving you so much, willingly or not, we have entered into a contract, not only your loyalty, but your lives, you need to have the sense to give up when it is time to give for me. Victor, do you approve of what I say?"

Kneeling on the ground, Viktor Airenev just bowed his head in silence, not daring to meet Simon's eyes, and his body was trembling slightly.

The first thing you need to do is to get involved in the process of getting involved in the process of getting involved in the process of getting involved in the process of getting involved. One of your biggest mistakes, one was hiding it, you even had the audacity to kill a fellow member of your own team who didn't agree with you for it, and the other was scamming the funds for the campaign to set up a factory, a drug-making factory, outside of Rivne, heh, Victor, what makes you think that you can hide it from me by doing this kind of thing in Rovno oblast?"

As Simon said this, the other two men standing next to Viktor Airenev understood, and all looked at their former friend with a bit of a complex look.

Things weren't really complicated.

The team led by Viktor Aileenev was mainly responsible for the Ukrainian gang secretly planted by Simon in Western Europe, and after a long time, it was inevitable that they found 'business opportunities', so they found two top chemists from the powerful teachers recruited by Simon for the Rivne West City School, plus the funds provided by the Westeros family for the activities of these intelligence teams! .

Then there's a 'desperate poisoner' rip-off.

In fact, the old white crap all come from real cases.

The nineties Eastern Europe, because of the collapse of the Soviet Union, a large number of the top of the elite of all walks of life, even if a number of them were poached by the world, is still relatively small, so some of them became the recruitment of gangsters, plus the same collapse of the huge KGB system.

It can be said that compared to those mud-heads in Latin America, the Eastern European gangs are definitely a group of people with the highest cultural and professional qualities in the world, and do a pretty top-notch batch of 'business' with technical content.

Simon finished his two speeches, looked at Viktor Airenev, who had resigned himself to his fate on the ground, and said no more, but just got up and left.

What followed was unknown to Simon.

Neil Bennett waited for his own boss to walk away, pulled out a pistol and threw it in front of Viktor, saying, "Go in peace, your death will be treated as martyrdom, and your family will get a pension and other benefits they deserve."

Viktor Aileenev looked at the powerful 7.62mm Tokarev pistol on the ground, and after a moment, his body stopped trembling and reached down to pick it up, but also finally looked up and turned his head to look both ways, "Yuri, Boris, help take care of Elena and the children, thank you."

So saying, the middle-aged man, who was after all a former KGB elite, simply lifted the snatch to his temple and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Neil made it clear, as well as the conditions.

If he resigned himself to his fate, all was well.

If not, he still wouldn't be alive today, but his family wouldn't receive any compassion, and he would even be punished by sitting down.

Bang-.

A gunshot rang out on the empty field, and bodies with shattered heads and blood spattered on the ground like broken sacks.

Neil Bennett gauged the expressions of the other two for a moment before saying, "From today onwards, the team of you two will no longer be responsible for the previous work, first of all, you will take over the stall left by Aileenev and then integrate the underground forces in the Rovno region, what Aileenev left behind will be the source of funding for your future activities, however, you will only get half of it, the remaining half will be someone else's Receive."

He said picking up another folder from the long table beside him and handing it to the two men, "Here's all the details on how to do it, that's it for now, you can leave now."

The middle-aged man whose full name was Yuri Yagushevsky reached for the folder, listened to Neil, looked at the body on the floor, and turned to Neil, "Mr. Bennett, can we bring Viktor to his family?"

Neil shook his head, "Someone will take him back."

They both heard no more and turned to walk out to the shooting range.

The three men drove three cars over here, then to the parking lot, and sobbed at the sight of Viktor Aileenev's imported Mercedes that was clearly a step up from the two of their cars, and the two middle-aged men drove their own cars away from the military theme park first, until they were nearing downtown Rivne and saw the former car stop, and another middle-aged man with the full name of Boris Olrevich stop as well.

After getting out of the car, they came together to the curb and each lit a cigarette.

Yuri Yagushevsky flipped through the folder first, opening it as he spoke, "Do you know anything about this?"

Boris Olrevich paused for a moment before nodding, he and Aileenev were on similar assignments, both abroad, and they were in touch more frequently: "Last week in France, I got a call from Viktor, saying that he wanted to talk to me about something, and that he wanted to get you on board." So saying, Olrevitch asked rhetorically, "Yuri, what about you?"

Yagushevsky looked shifty and finally smiled bitterly, "I should have stopped him from doing that."

Yagushevsky knew more about this matter.

Compared to the other two whose affairs were overseas, Yagushevsky was in charge of monitoring Rivne's side, so how could those little moves of Aileenev be hidden from him? In fact, Yagushevsky had a chance to participate at first, but he kept an eye out and chose to temporarily sit on the sidelines, wanting to see how a certain behind-the-scenes boss would react.

Apparently, this temporary onlooker saved his life, otherwise it would have been him and Viktor both swallowing guns together on the range today.

Without asking any more detailed questions, Olrevich took a deep drag on his cigarette and waited for Yagushevsky to look over the file for a moment before saying, "What does that ...... want us to do, you say?"

Yagushevsky said, "He didn't want a large-scale gang organization in Rovno oblast, but now, probably understanding the reality that the whole of Eastern Europe is like that, Rovno can't stay out of it, he simply let us step in, put an end to it, and take control."

Olrevich was silent for another moment, then asked, "Is that what you want to do?"

Yagushevsky looked up at him, "Do we have a choice?"

Olrevitch's eyes flickered and he nodded slightly, "Yeah, we're probably the best people for the job."

"Actually, that's not bad, even if we can only take half of it, we'll be able to save a family in the future."

Olrevich nodded, and couldn't help but say, "What do you say, Yuri, what about the other half, that ...... shouldn't look good, after all, it's not very clean money, right?"

"Ever been hunting?"

"Well?"

"A hound can't run and catch its prey if it's not fed, and if it's fed, it won't catch its prey, and it's fiercest when it's half-starved and half-fed."

Olrevitch, who had just taken a drag on his cigarette, nearly choked on it, then laughed bitterly.

It was an apt analogy, and there was no way to refute it.

All of this that Yagushevsky was analyzing was indeed Simon's intent.

In Eastern Europe today, there is social unrest and gangs are rampant.

Simon initially hoped that this side of Rovno State would be different, small gangs could not be eliminated, but there could not be large-scale organized gangs like in other regions.

Only, it gradually became clear that it was impossible to put an end to it.

After the local gangs in Rovno were strictly suppressed by the military and police system controlled by Westeros, because the oil is too rich here, there will always be local or foreign gangs sprouting up like rain, as well as, even Viktor Airenev like this, involved in some profiteering business.

Finally, it was decided that it was better to block them than to stop them.

Since it was impossible to put an end to it, Simon changed his plan, intending to take the underground power of the Rovno region directly into his own hands.

The reason for today's appearance was to give a clear indication to the chosen two that they were henceforth directly responsible to Simon, and that he could take Viktor Airenev's life at any time, as could the two Yagushevskis.