Alexander didn't know what he thought of, and he couldn't help but smile on his face, "I was an alloy worker at the time, and I was responsible for adding alloys to the molten steel in the steel-making furnace according to the ratio. The next thing I want to go to is where I used to work.

The workshop is still there."

Before he could finish his words, the convoy had already arrived in front of the red brick workshop door located in the deepest part of the factory and closest to the door next to the river.

Before the last car stopped, the door of the workshop was opened, but only two tow trucks drove in. At the same time, Alexander also took a McDonald's paper bag from the driver's hand.

He casually dug out two holes in it and handed it to Wei Ran, "Put it on. A historian like you is not suitable to appear in a place like this."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! After saying that, he looked like Saveli again, "Young man, if you decide to work for me, you don't have to wear that ridiculous paper bag, and when you come out,

Your probation period is over. If you still plan to..."

"I'm not going to wear that ridiculous paper bag" Saveli smiled and waved his hand.

"Then get off the car"

Alexander glanced at Wei Ran who put a paper bag over his head without hesitation, opened the door and got out of the car with a smile of success, and walked into the huge workshop.

After looking at each other with Saveli, Wei Ran, who had a paper bag on his head, left the carriage and followed him in without any distinction.

At this time, not only were the two tow trucks parked in the workshop, but the Ural truck that we had seen at the shooting range before had also been transported here.

Not only that, on the front bumper of the car, Alexander's former assistant Federer and two other men who were all injured were tied with ropes. At the feet of these three people, there were still a few of the guns they had played with before.

The anti-tank gun and Deshka heavy machine gun, as well as the 12-star barrel.

Alexander walked up to an old guy who looked older than him, had a beer belly and was as naive as a seal, and asked with a title that Wei Ran and Saveli didn't quite understand, "Squad leader, ask me.

Yet?"

"Asked"

The beer-bellied father whom Alexander called the squad leader looked at Wei Ran with a paper bag on his head strangely, but he pointed at Federer without curiosity or shyness and explained, "This ungrateful thing is designed to kidnap him."

Lilia, according to his own account, he was planning this matter after he was fired by you."

Having said this, the beer-bellied dad pointed to the old weapons, "He used these things to set traps for you. The scraps of copper and iron you bought at a high price were forged by him and sold to the market you often go to.

Damn it, this bastard figured out that you would buy these things and go to the shooting range to test the gun.

The only thing he was not sure about was that Professor Alexei did not go with you. He originally planned to blame the drunkard for shooting and killing you."

Glancing at the paper bag man Wei Ran with interest, Alexander walked up to Federer, who was blindfolded and gagged, bent down and picked up the 12-star gun barrel, and asked with disappointment, "So this gun

Are the stars on the tube fake?”

"It was forged in the cellar of his lover's father's house. Even the video of the excavation of these weapons was filmed there."

The beer-bellied dad also came over and pulled off the rag from Federer's mouth, "Let him tell you the rest."

"Why do you do this?" Alexander asked in disappointment as he punched the barrel of the 12-star gun.

"You have no interest in running your business at all. In that case, why don't you leave it to me? I can do more than you..."

"No no no"

Alexander stopped Federer's excuse, which could be called gangster logic, "I mean, why would you forge such an anti-tank barrel with 12 red stars?"

Obviously, Federer, who had just been beaten, didn't expect Alexander to ask this question, so he didn't know how to answer it for a while.

"Bang!"

Just when Federer was stunned, Alexander used the 12-star gun barrel in his hand to strike Federer's hand like a demon pestle.

Amidst the shrill screams, Alexander twisted the barrel of the gun that pressed Federer's hand back and forth and said, "Federer, you know how I made my fortune, right?"

"I know, I know," Federer gasped, "you bought the failing steel mill, and then..."

"Then do you know where Alexander got the money to buy the steel mill?"

The beer-belly dad who was called the squad leader squatted in front of Federer with difficulty and asked with a sinister look on his face.

Without waiting for the Jew to answer, the beer-bellied dad explained, "It's my father and Alexander's father, as well as a retired director of a steelmaking factory in the Soviet era who once won a labor star, and a man who once won a Hero of the Soviet Union.

The veterans of the title sold all their medals to raise the money and bought the failing steelworks in Alexander's name."

Having said this, the beer-bellied dad reached out and patted Federer's cheek, "Federer, you don't understand your boss at all."

"Ask you one last time"

Alexander pressed the barrel of the gun pressed against Federer's hand and asked, "Federer, are you really forging the red star on the barrel of this gun? If you lie, I don't mind arresting your wife and children. If you tell the truth,

, I can consider letting them go."

"I forged it"

Federer grinned and begged, "I painted it with my own hands, and then buried it in the swamp for almost four months. Mr. Alexander, please let me go. I..."

"let's start"

Alexander relaxed the barrel of the gun in his hand with some disappointment, and let it hit the concrete floor covered with two layers of plastic sheets with a clang.

After he gave the order, the beer-bellied dad waved his hands casually, and immediately, a dozen workers dressed up came over, first blocked Federer's mouth, and then pushed the two cars off the tow truck.

, and threw the body inside, along with Federer and two other people who were still alive, into an electric arc steelmaking furnace with a capacity of only three or four tons.

Immediately afterwards, they dismantled the cab of the Ural 4320 truck. Amidst the harsh noise, they used a cutting machine to cut it into large and small pieces and threw them into a metal crusher next to the wall.

Also cut up and thrown into the crusher were the cabins and seats of the Ural van and the high-end off-road vehicle.

While the workers were sending the metal fragments into the steel-making furnace on a conveyor belt, Alexander also took out a few bullet casings from his pocket and threw them on the conveyor belt.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Seeing this, Wei Ran took off the jacket containing the bullets and bullet casings and threw them in. He watched the conveyor belt send them into the room that was about to be filled.

steelmaking furnace.

Until the cab of the truck and the entire van were loaded in, until only the bare chassis and engine of the high-end off-road vehicle were left, and until the heavy stove cover covered the electric stove, Alexander greeted Wei Ran and

Saveli, bid farewell to the beer-belly dad, walked out of this production workshop that was filled with heat waves again after a long pause.

"Saveli, do you still dare to work for me?" Alexander asked with a smile as he led the two of them to a business car in the distance.

"That depends on how much salary you plan to offer me," Saveli answered calmly.

"Don't worry about that. Victor knows that I have always been generous to my friends."

“It is true”

Wei Ran followed suit and agreed, objectively speaking, the capitalist was indeed generous enough, but even so, he still didn't think it was a good thing for Saveri to stay next to Alexander.

With this in mind, he hurriedly said carefully before the three of them walked to the car, "Mr. Alexander, I have a suggestion that I don't know whether I should mention."

"I would be happy to listen to the advice given to me by a historian." Alexander simply stopped here.

"I think maybe your daughter Lilia needs a courageous driver and a friend with medical abilities."

Wei Ran spread his hands and said, "Although what happened today was an accident, who can guarantee that the accident will not happen again? It might be a good arrangement if Saveli and his wife Zoya accompany your daughter Lilia.

I believe that there is actually no shortage of helpers around you, otherwise you would not have fired Federer so easily. And..."

"And what?" Alexander asked with interest.

"Rather than saying that you need an assistant, you just need a friend who can accompany you to play with guns at any time, right?"

Wei Ran spread his hands and said, "If Saveli and his wife are allowed to take care of Lilia, maybe Lilia will often come to accompany you."

"Victor, your last sentence touched me. I will think about it carefully."

Alexander patted Wei Ran on the shoulder, "Okay, let's get in the car and take a seat. We can go back after waiting."

After saying that, the capitalist who had just rebuilt Federer and others had already walked towards the car.

"Thank you," Saveli said in a low voice. He naturally understood Wei Ran's good intentions. Although he was a fool, he could still figure out which one would lead a more fulfilling life: studying with the emperor or studying with the prince.

"Butlers and bodyguards are not that easy to do." Wei Ran smiled and walked towards the car.

After sitting in the car that was warmed by the sun and taking off the paper bag on his head, Alexander did not let Saveli drive away. Instead, he talked about his eldest daughter Lilia and the other three children.

He is even more troubled by his little daughter, and his wife who is busy taking care of the child at home every day.

While chatting and waiting for more than an hour, a forklift slowly drove out of the courtyard carrying a large pile of cooled slag, drove to the cement dock on the river bank, and carried the slag into the river.

Immediately afterwards, two more forklifts picked out a pallet of still steaming cast iron manhole covers and threw them into the river. The beer-bellied father also stood at the door of the workshop, took off his hat, and looked at Alexander III from a distance.

The man waved in his direction.

"Damn Jews"

Alexander muttered before saying hello, "Okay, we should go. Victor, you can show Saveri the way to my museum. Next, it's time for me to thank you young people."
Chapter completed!