After taking enough money, Wazgoff did not intend to return to the camp.

He planned to leave the Soviet Union directly with his wife and children and go to Europe.

The Soviet Union was in chaos, with supplies extremely scarce, and it was no longer suitable to continue living.

However, he just turned around and was about to get in the car.

Poroshenko suddenly took out a pistol equipped with a silencer and shot him in the head.

Bang!

The slight sound of gunfire continued to echo in the snow-white and empty grove.

One shot to the head, accurate and close.

Blood almost splashed on Poroshenko, but luckily he got out of the way in time.

Otherwise it would be too unlucky!

Well……

Watzgoff did not expect such a result, and his eyes widened.

He tried to turn around, but his life had come to an end.

thump!

He fell straight into the snow and died with his eyes open.

It was dazzling, and the warm blood instantly stained the snow.

At this moment, Markov stepped aside with a look of disgust on his face, and came back complaining.

"Can you move further away?"

"Pay attention next time."

Poroshenko smiled and shrugged, stepped forward and picked up the kraft paper file bag that fell on the floor.

He glanced at the body that was still cold, and a hint of sarcasm appeared on his lips.

Too little?

If you give me too much, do you still have a life to take?!

Next, the two poured gasoline.

Wazgoff's body and the jeep were set on fire and burned completely.

Done all this.

Poroshenko and Markov got into the car again and said into the intercom: "Action."

As soon as the words fell.

Six vehicles started up at the same time and ran over the still burning corpse.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the woods.

And their goal——
Chapter completed!