The man's face was full of horror and confusion. Before he could figure out what was going on, Evil used it as a pure target and blocked the bullets shot by Ston Butch.

Evil took advantage of this little brother's protection and took the opportunity to escape to the car smoothly and quickly closed the door. Then he urged the driver to drive quickly. The sound was sharp and rapid, as if countless evil ghosts were chasing behind him.

"Coax~~" The driver had already been ready. After hearing the order, he stepped on the accelerator hard. The car was like a crazy bull, making a deafening roar. The tires rubbed wildly on the ground, grinding up black smoke. The black smoke was like a black dragon, spreading in the air. In just a few seconds, the car rushed out dozens of meters like a black lightning, which was so fast that it was too late to react.

No matter how unwilling Ston Butch was unwilling to give up, he kept firing wildly at the butt of the car with a gun. The bullet hit the car and splashed a bunch of sparks, it could not change any situation. He could only watch the car disappear at the corner in front, his heart full of helplessness and anger. His hands were holding the gun tightly because of anger, his knuckles turned white, and his body trembled slightly because of anger.

StonBuch immediately reported on the radio: "They have rescued Pavel and robbed the keys. Repeat, the keys have been taken away." His voice was filled with a hint of fatigue and frustration, as if he had experienced a long and arduous battle, exhausting all his strength. After saying that, he turned around and ran back, trying to get into the car he had just driven over to chase.

As a result, they found the problem when they got on the car. Because in order to avoid the surface-to-air missiles just now, their car hit a tree on the side of the road. Although the damage to the car was not very serious, the front of the car was a little sunken and the paint was scraped off. It seemed that there was nothing serious on the surface, but it was so unlucky that the car could not start, and it seemed that a key place had a malfunction. Ston Butch turned the key anxiously, and the engine made a "da da da" sound. The sound seemed to be the car moaning powerlessly, but it could not start. He slapped the steering wheel angrily, his heart full of anger and regret. If he had been careful just now, this might not have happened.

There was no way to chase without a car. Ston Butch and the other two stood there, looking confused and helpless. They could only look helplessly at the direction where the car disappeared, and their hearts were full of unwillingness. At this moment, everything around seemed to be still, only the smoke and burning flames were still reminding them of the thrilling battle they had just experienced.

...

Half an hour later.

Everyone returned to the safe house. The safe house was located in a remote corner, surrounded by a deserted open space, with weeds growing on the open space, and only a few dry trees shivered in the cold wind, as if telling the desolation and loneliness of the land. The house was simply decorated, with only a few dilapidated tables and chairs, and some simple communication equipment and weapons were placed on the table. The lights were dim and swaying, as if they could be extinguished at any time, adding a hint of depressing atmosphere to the whole house.

"Does Russia have any explanation for this?" Long Zhan asked Colonel Kochon who came back. He sat on the chair, leaned forward, put his hands on his knees, staring at Colonel Kochon with his eyes tightly, his face full of anxiety and expectation. At this moment, he was filled with concerns about the Russian attitude, because it was related to their next direction and plan.

Nowen and Colonel Cortrolley were responsible for talking to the military. Only the two of them knew what the Russian military was now. Colonel Cortrolley had a hint of helplessness and fatigue on his face. He sighed and said slowly: "No, they are shirking responsibility." His voice was low and hoarse, as if full of endless troubles and helplessness. The sigh seemed to be a deep disappointment with the Russian attitude.

"What about Shakova?" asked Stonbutch. He stood aside, held his hands in front of his chest, frowned, and his eyes revealed concern. Shakova's situation has always been a big stone in his heart, and he was worried that Shakova would be in danger because of this incident.

"His communicator has been taken away by the military. We have no way to contact him or ask him about the situation." Colonel Kochon said helplessly. He spread his hands, and the expression on his face was very helpless, as if he was telling something powerless. The spreading hands seemed to show everyone his helplessness and helplessness.

"The key needs to be manually activated and inserted into the system in person, so Pavel will definitely go there in person." Ston Butch inferred. He paced back and forth in the room, his steps were rapid and powerful, and he analyzed while walking, his eyes flashing with a light of wisdom. His brain was running rapidly, trying to find Evil's next action direction from various clues.

"The Russian side must know where he is, but it just didn't tell us that it is likely to send an emergency team to kill Evil." Long Zhan analyzed. He leaned on the chair, crossed his hands in front of his chest, narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking about various possibilities. A meditative expression appeared on his face, as if he was building a complex chess game in his mind, trying to find a key step to solve the dilemma.

"However, this is not the case on the intelligence website, and there is no news on it." The long-haired woman who controlled the computer had already entered the intelligence website. She said while staring at the computer screen. Her fingers quickly tapped on the keyboard, making a crisp sound, which seemed particularly clear in this quiet room. Her eyes were focused and nervous, afraid of missing any important information.

"Is this not right?" Colonel Cochet said. He frowned, with a puzzled expression on his face, and his heart was filled with uneasiness. This abnormal situation made him feel very worried, as if an invisible danger was approaching them.

"It's really wrong." said the long-haired woman. She stopped the movements in her hand, raised her head, and a hint of worry was revealed in her eyes. Her face was full of doubts and uneasiness, and she was also very confused about this unreasonable situation.

"If the Russian side refuses to tell us, then we can only go to them. The boss and I will go to their base camp." Nuowen suggested. He walked to Long Zhan and looked at Long Zhan with his eyes full of determination. His tone was very firm, as if he had made up his mind. No matter how many difficulties and dangers there were in front of him, he would go to find the truth.

"Now that our two sides have terminated their cooperation, they will not let you in." Ston Butch said. He walked to Nuowen, his brows frowned into the word "chuan", and his face was filled with worry. His eyes seemed to say, this plan was simply to go to the tiger's den, and if there was a slight mistake, he would be doomed.

"I don't plan to go to the main entrance either." Nuowen curled his lips, and a sly smile appeared. A sharp light flashed in his eyes, like a long-planned fox, who had already planned a secret path in his heart.

"Are you letting us sneak into the foreign army?" Colonel Corchuan asked seriously, his eyes full of scrutiny, as if he wanted to see through Nuowen's thoughts. He held his hands in front of his chest and leaned back slightly, as if waiting for a reason enough to convince him.

"Yes!" Nuowen nodded seriously, with a firm flame burning in his eyes. The force seemed to be saying that nothing could stop him from revealing the truth.

"It's good that you can think so." Colonel Corchet suddenly laughed, with a little comfort in his smile and a hint of adventure. Then, he straightened his back and walked quickly to the center of the room, giving a loud order: "Nowen and I go to the base camp, and the rest try to check the whereabouts of Pavel and his subordinates, and keep communicating at any time if there is any situation." His tone was firm, with unquestionable majesty, and like a general on the battlefield, decisively deploying every strategy.

...

Above a cloudless blue sky, a private luxury plane is like an elegant silver-white bird, slashing through the airflow and speeding towards the destination. The plane exudes a cold metallic luster, and the smooth lines show the ultimate sense of luxury and high technology.

"There are eight hours left to arrive at the destination..." In the cabin, the clear and mechanical sound of the broadcast rang out slowly, echoing in this confined and luxurious space.

Eville, who was exhausted by his subordinates, is sitting upright on a luxurious aviation seat. The seat is made of top-notch soft leather, and each curve is ergonomic, which can give the passenger the most ultimate comfort experience. Eville is wearing a high-end suit shirt, delicate fabrics, exquisite tailoring, and faintly exudes the scent of high-end fabrics. However, the expression on his face was extremely gloomy, as if a storm was about to approach, which made people shudder. His fingers subconsciously played with a dog card, and the action was a bit careless.

This dog card belongs to his subordinate Atum, the poor guy who was pulled in front of him at the moment of life and death, blocked the deadly bullet for him, and finally lost his life. The moment Evil pulled Atum over to block the bullet, he accidentally brought the dog card over, and then kept it in his hand, like a special spoil, or a symbol of memory that he didn't want to be mentioned but could not forget.

The scar-faced woman who drove a drone and fired missiles and finally succeeded in success was sitting directly opposite him. There was a striking scar on her face, winding from the corner of her eyes to the corner of her mouth. Under the light, the scar seemed particularly hideous, as if it was a cruel mark carved by time. This scar added a bit of terrifying atmosphere to her already cold face.

"It's too easy to summon an army. As long as the commission is given is generous enough, countless people can fight to the death. It's really great to have money." Evil raised his head slightly, looking at the top of the cabin with empty eyes. The voice seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat, as if he was muttering to himself, or as if he was deliberately talking to the woman opposite him, with a kind of condescending arrogance and determination to the power of money.

"Atum didn't join for money." The scar-faced woman said righteously, her voice hoarse but firm, like a heavy hammer, making a sound in this slightly dull cabin. Her eyes revealed an unquestionable light, as if they, the people who were regarded as armed terrorists by the world, were not doing evil deeds that endangered the world, but practicing a noble and great cause to save the world.

"Even if Atom is still alive, he is no longer brave." Evil curled his lips contemptuously, with a hint of sarcasm on his face, and the tone was like talking about a worn-out and useless object, full of disdain and demeanor.

"What about you? Well? Thousands of people will die for us tomorrow..." The scarred woman frowned tightly, and a trace of struggle and unbearance was revealed in her eyes. She stared straight at Evil, her eyes as if she wanted to see through his soul.

"We are trying to ensure that Russia no longer bows to the West. This great cause needs to be paid. They sacrifice for our great goal." Evil suddenly interrupted the woman, with a flash of fanatic light in his eyes, and his hands waving in the air, as if he was drawing a grand blueprint, as if he was the hero who saved the world, and those who were about to die were just stepping stones to achieve their goals.

"Where is that American? He has no grudges and grudges against us Russia." The scar-faced woman lowered her head slightly, and her voice lowered a little unconsciously, but her persistence did not diminish at all. Obviously, although this scar-faced woman seemed to be cruel and extremely capable in fighting, she was actually a person with her own bottom line. She did not want to be implicated by innocent civilians, and did not use any means to achieve her so-called goals like Evil.

"He really has no grudge, but he shouldn't be Ston Butch's woman, he deserves this end." Evil said coldly, a trace of sinister flashing in his eyes, as if in his eyes, as long as he is associated with Ston Butch, he must be punished, and life becomes so despicable to him.

At the same time, in a hidden safe house on the edge of the city, the layout inside the house is simple and practical, with the surrounding walls painted in low-key gray, and a few dim lights emit a faint light on the ceiling, covering the entire room in a slightly depressing atmosphere.
Chapter completed!