Evil, the name exudes a terrifying breath in the dark world. At this moment, the extremely despicable plan in his heart is gradually unfolding. His goal is very clear, to exchange the captured Colonel Corkchuan for the stolen missile launch key from Long Zhan and the others. In his eyes, this key is the key to turning the situation around, and Colonel Corkchuan is just a chess piece that he can play with at will, used to achieve his ulterior motives.
Colonel Corchem was imprisoned in the stronghold of Evil, surrounded by cold walls and guards. His hands and feet were tightly bound by heavy ropes. Every struggle could only allow the rope to be embedded deeper into the flesh, causing heart-wrenching pain. When he learned that Evil was going to exchange his keys, his inner anger was like a volcano that was about to erupt. He was a dignified soldier with his own beliefs and principles, and he would never be willing to be the help of the enemy's conspiracy.
Evil stood aside, holding the phone in his hand, with a sneer on his face, as if everything was under his control. He called Ston Butch and made a deal with it with a threatening voice. Colonel Corchet looked at Evil's ugly face, and the anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed. He tried his best, and the pain and restraint on his body were thrown away by him, and rushed towards Evil like a crazy beast. Anger and determination were burning in his eyes, and he shouted loudly: "No, don't promise him..."
Evil reacted very quickly. Just as Colonel Colcrotch's voice came out, he suddenly turned his head and a fierce light flashed in his eyes. He swung his right fist without hesitation, and with a fierce force, he hit Colonel Colcrotch's face hard. "Bang~" this muffled sound seemed to be a roar of a demon. Colonel Colontch's body flew back uncontrollably like a puppet with broken lines, and fell heavily to the ground. A trace of blood was overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and the rest of the words were completely swallowed by the punch. At the same time, Evil hung up the phone, and the smug sneer on his face became more and more obvious, as if mocking Colonel Colontch's overestimation.
On the other side, Ston Butch was anxiously waiting for the news. When the phone rang, he quickly answered it, and Evil's disgusting voice came from the receiver, proposing the shameless deal. Ston Butch held the phone's hand tightened unconsciously, and his knuckles turned white due to force. At this moment, Colonel Corchet's anxious shouts clearly came into his ears, followed by the dull striking sound, followed by the busy sound after the phone was hung up. Ston Butch listened to the busy sound, and his brain was running rapidly. Colonel Corchet's safety, the mission goal that the team has always adhered to, and as the captain's responsibility to the team members, these problems kept colliding and intertwining in his mind, causing him to fall into a difficult choice.
After more than ten seconds, Ston Butch took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He slowly turned around and walked towards the people who were already on standby by the car with heavy and firm steps. Every step he took seemed to be weighing a thousand pounds, because he knew that what he was about to say would determine the direction of the entire team's next action and also concern the life and death of Colonel Cochon. When he walked to everyone, his eyes slowly swept across the faces of each team member, with both solemnity and trust in the team members. Then, he said in a calm and powerful voice: "Pavel wants to make a transaction, and use the key to exchange for the boss they captured."
When Nuowen heard this, his face instantly became extremely serious. He frowned slightly, his eyes revealed concern, and said without hesitation: "No, this is not the mission target we set at the beginning. We want to hand over the missile launch key to the designated person, but we know nothing about Pavel's intentions. If he gets the key and uses it to carry out a terrorist attack, the consequences will be unimaginable..."
"Stop!" Before Nowen finished speaking, he was interrupted by Wyat eagerly. Wyatt was a tall and thin man with short hair, and his face was full of dissatisfaction. He took a step forward and raised the volume and said, "What does it mean to have nothing to do with the mission? Last time you went to seek revenge on the mouse alone, is that related to the mission? Now that you say this, don't you think it's slap in the face?"
"You have already left the job, Wyatt." Noah immediately fought back without hesitation. There was a hint of disdain in his eyes, as if he did not agree with Wyatt's words.
"My heart is still in this team, and my soul is still in everyone. What's wrong? We have always been people who will not leave our brothers, and this will never change." Wyatt's tone became even more excited, and his eyes revealed a kind of firmness, a firm belief in his companions. His body leaned forward slightly, as if expressing his determination to everyone.
"The last time Angeli kidnapped you, Kechuan threw you away. Have you forgotten so quickly?" Nowen immediately retorted again, his voice raised a little, trying to use the past to make Wyatt change his mind. His eyes were staring at Wyatt, as if he wanted to find a trace of shakenness in his expression.
"The Russian military is coming to get the key, after all, it is a joint operation." At this time, the blonde woman Shakova spoke. Her voice was crisp and calm, like a clear spring in the night sky, bringing a hint of relief to the nervous atmosphere that was almost exploded. She raised her head slightly, revealing a sense of calmness and confidence in her eyes.
"What's wrong with these Russians? Isn't this common for us?" Long Zhan joked, trying to relieve everyone's tension in a relaxed tone. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, showing a cynical smile, but his eyes revealed his attention to the situation.
"No, I'm actually on your side. I think it's worth taking this risk. After all, we Russians will not abandon our companions." Shakova said firmly again, with a sense of trust and firm support for her companions in her eyes. She bit her lip gently, as if she was cheering up her decision.
"Ston Butch, you said, you are not prepared and go to save people rashly. Are you really going?" Noven looked at Ston Butch and said, his eyes full of expectations, expecting Ston Butch to make an wise decision. He tilted his head slightly, waiting for Ston Butch's answer.
"I'm not trying to win your opinion. I'm the captain, and I'll make the decision." Ston Butch's tone was serious and firm, unquestionable. His eyes revealed a sense of majesty and responsibility as the captain. He paused, and immediately issued an order: "We must rescue the captured Colonel Cochon at all costs."
Ston Butch issued a formal order, and this matter could not be changed. The scarf was shouldering a major responsibility at this time. He had to do one thing, that was to quickly formulate an action plan and think about what the minimum price to rescue Colonel Corchem from the dangerous Eville. The scarf immediately summoned several think tank members, sat around a shabby table, and began to discuss nervously. The map was spread out in front of them, marking various information with pens of various colors. They gestured on the map, analyzing the terrain of the Eville stronghold, the guard distribution and possible rescue routes. Every detail was not missed, and every possibility was repeatedly considered and discussed. Some frowned and fell into deep thought; some gestured excitedly and put forward their own ideas. The room was filled with a tense and serious atmosphere.
The picture changed and came to the big bathhouse indoors. There was a buzzing heat, like a hazy gauze curtain, covering the soldiers. Some of the soldiers were washing up, some were chatting, and the bathhouse was filled with noisy sounds. A fat soldier with a big belly was dancing with other soldiers. He had a hint of smug expression on his face, and he was dancing and talking about his experience.
"We hid in Shatoi, the dirtiest place in Chechnya, and half of the people around me were not real soldiers, but just recruits. A stinky brat held a new rifle, so I asked him to give me the gun, as sensible as a soldier, but he refused. Two hours later, a sniper exploded his head, and the gun fell into my hands." The fat soldier said as he gestured exaggeratedly, and the fat on his face shook with his movements.
Everyone burst into laughter after hearing this. In this cruel battlefield, such things are not uncommon. Life and death are often in a moment, and no one knows what will happen in the next second. Everyone's laughter includes both the jokes about the story of the fat soldier and the helplessness of the cruel battlefield.
"You are very happy to hear it, soldier." The fat soldier said to the thin man who smiled exaggeratedly. He narrowed his eyes slightly, with a hint of compassion on his face.
"Yes, maybe you can talk more about Russia's shame, which cost 20,000 soldiers because our leader is too cowardly." Although the thin soldier was smiling, what he said was obviously not right, with a very obvious provocation. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and a malicious smile appeared, and his eyes were full of mockery.
The fat soldier's face became ugly in an instant, and his eyes became gloomy, as if a storm was coming. He stared at the thin soldier tightly, with anger burning in his eyes, and said, "But in the end of the battle, we will defeat the enemy." His voice was low and powerful, trying to refute the thin soldier's words.
"Sorry, I'm not belittling you." The thin soldier put away his smile, his face calmed down, picked up the iron spoon next to him and said, "I'll clean it up for you." His tone was plain, as if what he wanted to do next was a very ordinary little thing.
As soon as he finished speaking, he took the spoon and threw it over with a fierce force. The spoon was filled with a strong wind and hit the fat man's head with a "whisper". The fat man was caught off guard by this sudden blow, and his body shook a few times like he was drunk, and then he was knocked to the ground.
Before the fat man could get up from the ground, the thin man rode on him like a hungry wolf and made a comeback. The thin soldier's eyes were full of madness, as if possessed by a demon. The iron spoon in his hand danced, and then hit the fat soldier's head, making blood fly, and the sound of "Bangbang" resounded throughout the bathhouse, and the sound seemed to be a death knell from hell.
What's strange is that there are more than a dozen soldiers washing up next to them. They seem to have not seen it, and they are still doing their own things on their own. Some people continue to hum a small song, while others chat as if the bloody scene in front of them had nothing to do with them. Until the fat man beat him out of recognition, he could no longer find a piece of good meat on his face, and he didn't know whether it was life or death, and there was no movement on the ground.
Ten minutes later, the thin soldier returned to the dormitory of Datongpu and started to sort out his things with a big bag. The expression on his face was very calm, not as if he had just killed someone. His movements were slow and he put items into the bag in an orderly manner, as if nothing had just happened had caused a slight turmoil in his heart. At this time, an officer walked in and walked to the thin soldier and said, "You have caused a big disaster, do you know?" The officer's tone was serious, and a trace of worry was revealed in his eyes.
"This is what he asked for." The thin soldier stood at the edge of the bed, still without any panic. His eyes revealed a kind of indifference, as if he didn't care about everything in front of him. His body stood straight, like a pine tree.
"You are a versatile, a tactical genius, a weapon expert, a battle situation analyst, proficient in multiple languages, but your personal profile..." The officer sat on the bed opposite, unable to see the emotional geometry in his tone. His eyes looked back and forth on the thin soldier, as if he was thinking about something. He frowned slightly and tapped his fingers gently on his knees.
"Comrade Lieutenant General, didn't you come here to convict me?" said the thin soldier. His voice was calm and steady, without any slight tide. He raised his head slightly and looked straight into the officer's eyes.
"No, I'm here to kill you." The lieutenant general suddenly threw out a shocking speech, but when the thin stern officer looked confused, he handed over the document in his hand and said, "You were dead before, this is your new identity, a new beginning." The officer's tone was mysterious and serious, and his eyes revealed an unquestionable firmness.
This kind of thing is not unusual, the situation is not common, but everyone knows it.
Chapter completed!