In a small town on the border, the night is like a thick black cloth, covering everything tightly. The dim street lights emit a faint and swaying light, and cast blurry shadows on the ground. The cold wind is like a naughty boy, whistling between the streets, rolling up the fallen leaves and dust on the ground, dancing freely. The bars on the street are very lively, and the warm yellow lights come out of the windows, forming a sharp contrast with the cold and darkness outside.

Several Russian men were sitting around a corner of the bar. Their faces turned red due to the effects of alcohol, and their eyes were a bit fierce and arrogant. Suddenly, one of them slapped the table for some reason. The wine glass on the table was shocked and the wine splashed a little. With a "bang", the sudden sound instantly attracted the attention of everyone in the bar.

"Are you guys too arrogant?" The bald man in the lead stood up. He was burly, like a thick wall, and the veins on his neck were raised high due to anger, like small squirming snakes. His voice echoed in the bar like a bell, with an unquestionable deterrent force.

Colonel Corkchuan and Nuowen were sitting not far away. When he heard this, Colonel Corkchuan frowned slightly, and a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes. He was not the kind of soft persimmon that could be controlled by others. He slowly put down the wine glass in his hand and stood up slowly, with a tall figure and a strong aura.

"Why, want to have some fun?" Colonel Kochon's lips raised slightly, and a disdainful smile appeared. The smile seemed to be announcing to the other party that he did not take them seriously at all.

The bald man was completely angered by Colonel Kochon's contemptuous attitude, and his face turned redder, like a ripe tomato, and the blue veins on his forehead became more and more obvious, as if they would burst at any time. He roared, like an angry lion, swinging his huge fist and smashing it towards Colonel Kochon's face with lightning speed. The fist whirred, as if he was about to blow Colonel Kochon's face instantly.

Colonel Kechuan is not an ordinary person. He reacts quickly, like a smart cheetah. Facing the bald man's fierce punch, he was calm and he just tilted his neck gently and easily avoided. Then, he pressed down on the front of the car body, his left hand was like a pair of iron pliers, accurately and forcefully grasping the bald man's attacking right hand, and his right hand quickly accumulating force, like a cannonball coming out of the bore, hitting the bald man's abdomen.

With a muffled "Puff", the bald man was frustrated by the punch. The expression on his face instantly twisted, becoming as pale as paper, as if all his strength had been removed. His attack instantly dissipated, and his body fell to the ground like a pool of soft mud, moaning in pain.

However, the crisis was not resolved. Seeing this, a hint of anger and unwillingness flashed in his eyes. He licked his lips, moved his neck, made a "crack" sound, and then rushed up. The bearded man seemed to have learned some boxing, and his attacking movements looked quite well. He kept using left and right fists to attack, with flexible steps, and did not approach him rashly.

Colonel Kechuan focused his eyes and stared at the bearded man's every move, and counterattacked with moves. The two of them fists were coming and going in the air, and the fist wind whistled, and the air around seemed to be stirred up by the fierce punch. After a few rounds, Colonel Kechuan took a flaw and punched him out with a sudden punch. The punch was so strong that it hit the bearded man's face with a whirring sound of the wind.

With a "bang", the bearded man fell to the ground by the punch. A red and swollen fist mark appeared on his face and a trace of blood was also leaking from the corner of his mouth. He lay on the ground, struggled a few times, but could not get up again.

At this moment, the bald man who had been knocked down had climbed up again at some point. His face became extremely distorted due to anger and pain, like a hideous evil ghost. His eyes were burning with rage, staring at Colonel Kechuan tightly, as if he wanted to swallow him alive.

Seeing this, Colonel Kechuan was not dragging his movements at all. He quickly grabbed a chair next to him, raised it high, and then smashed it down at the bald man like a mountain. With a "click", the chair contacted the bald man's body and made a crisp sound. The bald man was hit on the ground again.

Seeing Colonel Corkheon defending twice in a row, he easily overcame two Russian men. The remaining third Russian men couldn't help but feel a surge of fear in his heart. He knew that his bare hands were definitely not Colonel Corkheon's opponent, so his eyes were like a frightened mouse, quickly looking for something that could be used as a weapon in the bar.

There was an entertainment area next to the bar, and a pool table was quietly placed there. The third Russian man's eyes lit up, and he ran over quickly as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, and picked up a long pool club from the table. He held the pool club tightly with both hands, placed it across his chest, and slowly approached Colonel Kochon carefully, with a hint of tension and ferocity in his eyes.

And just as the fight was in full swing, Noven on the other side quietly started to move. The lights in the bar were dim and people's attention was attracted by the fierce melee. Noven took advantage of the chaos and quietly walked around the Russian officer like an agile cat. His movements were light and silent, without attracting anyone's attention.

Noven took out his gun, pressed the cold muzzle on the back of the Russian officer, then lowered his voice and whispered in an unquestionable tone: "I hold a gun in my hand, and follow me if I don't want something wrong." Although the voice was not loud, it was full of deterrence, as if a whisper came from hell.

The Russian officer was frightened by this sudden change and his muscles were tense for a moment. He could clearly feel the biting coldness on his back. He knew in his heart that it was very likely that the real gun was pressed against his back. He did not dare to struggle at all, nor did he dare to make any sound to call on the soldiers next to him. He could only obediently be forced by Nuowen and slowly retreated from the edge of the melee. His target was the gate of the bar not far away.

Nuowen took advantage of the attention attracted by the melee and successfully caught the officer he was looking for. However, the situation on Colonel Kochon's side became a little unpleasant. The Russian man who came to sneak attack with a table tennis club was easily fucked to the ground by Colonel Kochon, and even the table tennis club in his hand was snatched away.

But the bald man who was knocked over to the ground at first got up from the ground again. He moved his muscles all over his body and made a "crackling" sound, which seemed not to have been hurt too much.

"You are really resistant to beating." Colonel Corkchuan looked at the bald man who stood up again and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He had already hit the bald man several times in a row, but this guy stood up tenaciously like a young hero who could not beat him. Colonel Corkchuan had no choice but to carry the pool club towards the bald man, preparing to hit him on the head with a stick, knock him fainted, and end the chaotic battle.

As a result, the bald man was wary this time and was no longer as careless as before. When Colonel Kochon walked up to him with a pool club, raised it high, and was about to knock it down hard, the bald man reacted very quickly and immediately raised his thick arm.

With a "bang", the billiard club hit the bald man's arm heavily, but his strong arm was like steel, and there was no problem. Instead, the billiard club was almost broken by shock.

It was just the moment below this gear that Colonel Kochon lost his advantage. The bald man raised his left hand to block the table club, and suddenly raised his right hand, and a sharp jab was hit on the face of the unprepared Colonel Kochon.

"Fake!" Colonel Coltrane's face was hit by his fist. He felt a sharp pain in his nose, sour and swollen, tears burst out from his eyes uncontrollably, and even could clearly feel the warm blood flowing in his nose.

Sure enough, when the successful bald man continued to approach and was about to teach Colonel Corkchuan a lesson, Colonel Corkchuan covered his nose and reached out to stop it. Blood kept flowing out of his nostrils, and he shouted: "Wait, you must follow the Queensbury rules." The voice trembled a little because of the pain, but it was full of determination.

Although the bald man was full of anger, he had somehow given up on his pursuit when he heard Colonel Kochon say this. He posed with both hands, his feet slightly separated, his body squatted slightly, his eyes staring at Colonel Kochon, waiting to officially fight him again.

However, Colonel Kochon did not speak of martial ethics and did not pose a fighting posture with his hands raised. Instead, taking advantage of the moment when the bald man relaxed his guard, he suddenly made a despicable move to his vaginal leg.

"Oh." The bald man's little ball was kicked, his eyes widened instantly, and the expression on his face became extremely distorted due to the severe pain. His whole body bent in pain like a cooked shrimp.

Colonel Kechuan took this opportunity to attack fiercely. He used his hands and feet, and a set of silky and sharp attack combos attacked the bald man like a storm. The bald man had no power to fight back and could only be passively beaten. Soon, he fell to the ground without any suspense and was unconscious.

Nowen also took this good opportunity to bring the Russian officers outside the bar. The cold night wind blew over Nowen and the Russian officers' faces, as if to end the thrilling battle.

After Colonel Kochon got the three opponents, he quickly left the bar. When he came outside the door, Noven had already communicated with the Russian officer. The Russian officer had no choice but to cooperate obediently.

He took Noven and Colonel Corchet back to the temporary command center with an official attitude. The Russian officer's rank was quite high. When he entered the gate, the journey was smooth. The Russian guards guarding the gate did not dare to question at all. The three of them cooperated all the way and easily passed the outermost gate.

"This won't work." The Russian officer said nervously, with a hint of uneasiness and concern in his voice, and his eyes revealed fear of unknown consequences.

"How can't it work? It's going very smoothly. The first ward is over." Nowen said, with a confident smile on his face, as if everything is under his control.

"You are very well-behaved, brother, if you continue, you will be done soon." Colonel Kochon patted the Russian officer on the shoulder and said with a smile, with a bit of teasing and smugness in his smile.

When the Russian officer saw them say this, he had no choice but to continue to bite the bullet and continue walking in.

...

Inside a safe house.

"Commander-in-Chief, I have checked all the calls made when the convoy was attacked and tracked down a call to the rebel group." Chetri contacted the commander-in-chief of the operation through the satellite phone of the safe house. There was a hint of nervousness and excitement in his voice, because this discovery might reveal a major secret.

"How is the situation?" The commander-in-chief's voice came from the other end of the phone, calm and powerful, with a kind of reassuring majesty.

"The call to the Russian military base is enough to prove that there are Pavel's accomplices within the Russian side, and there are traitors inside them..." Chetri said excitedly. His speech was fast, as if he couldn't wait to tell the commander-in-chief about this important news.

Just as Chetri was reporting on the situation, there was also a situation in the temporary base in Russia.

"Give me the things." Sakova, who claimed to have been brought back to Russia, somehow appeared in the Russian general's office. Her eyes were firm and angry, like an angry lioness. She suddenly pressed the general's head on the table, her movements were clean and tidy and full of power.

"You will pay the price, bitch." Although the general was pressed on the table, he still threatened hard, with a hint of reluctance and anger in his voice.

"Shut up." Sakova said coldly, her voice like an ice skate, making people shudder.

"Bang~" Just as Sakova was about to threaten the general, the office door was suddenly kicked open from outside. A cold wind poured in along the open door, making the documents in the office rustle.

It wasn't someone else who came in.

It was Colonel Cochet and Nowen, who had just been catching up with fishing in under the leadership of the Mao army officer, and on the way, he also received a call from Chetri and knew that there was a traitor in the military doctor.

So they both accelerated their pace and rushed to the general's office as fast as possible.

As a result, after eavesdropping outside the door for a few seconds, I found that the situation was happening inside. The general was already coerced and the traitor had been exposed.

When the two of you see that the person you are looking for has been found, you will no longer hide anything.
Chapter completed!