The cold wind in Siberia seemed to whistle from the abyss of hell, sweeping wildly across every inch of the Russian military base with a rush. The thick walls of the temporary command headquarters could not help but tremble slightly under the impact of this bitter wind, as if they were overwhelmed and were at risk of collapse at any time.

In the command center, the dim light swayed under the raging wind, like a lonely lamp floating in the storm, which could be extinguished at any time, covering the entire room with a depressing and weird atmosphere. Shakova sat at the desk full of documents, her brows frowned into a dead knot, and focused on studying the tracking report about Pavel in her hand. Her fingers mechanically tapped the tabletop, making a rhythmic "dack" sound, and each stroke seemed to be asking the mystery of the failure of the four months of pursuit. The originally bright eyes were now covered with blood, revealing deep fatigue and confusion. Pavel was like an illusory shadow, escaping from their carefully arranged net again and again. Who was the black hand behind her? This made her feel extremely confused and frustrated.

Suddenly, a loud noise broke the silence in the room. The door was "bang" by a powerful force. The huge impact force made the hinges on the door moan in pain. Shakova was so shocked that she almost jumped from the chair, and the pen in her hand fell to the ground in panic, making a crisp "click" sound. She raised her head suddenly and saw Colonel Kochon and Nowen standing at the door with a cold expression like ghosts flashing from the darkness. The two of them had already been cancelled and were strictly prohibited from entering the temporary command center. At this moment, their sudden appearance was like two huge rocks throwing into the calm lake, which made Shakova instantly fall into extreme shock, with an incredible surprise and deep doubt on her face.

However, when her eyes touched the black muzzle in the hands of the two, the blood in her body seemed to be frozen into ice in an instant, and a bone-black chill rushed up from the soles of her feet, causing her body to tremble involuntarily. She subconsciously wanted to make a move to resist, but the cold muzzle seemed to exude a fatal deterrent from hell, like an invisible shackle, locking her firmly in place, her body stiffened as if she had been cast as a fixed curse, and she did not dare to move at all. Shakova had cooperated with Colonel Corcheon and Nowen. She knew very well how fierce and powerful the two of them were. In such a desperate situation, she was like a weak and helpless lamb, standing in front of two hungry wild wolves, and she had no chance of resistance at all.

"We know there are traitors in the Russian military base, and they have been secretly venting information. I didn't expect that this traitor was you." Colonel Kochon's voice was low and cold, as if he was carrying the chill that could freeze people to death outside. Every word was like a sharp ice skate, hitting Shakova's heart hard. His eyes revealed a complex emotion of anger and disappointment, as if he was accusing Shakova of betraying their common trust.

"I have long suspected that it was you." Nowen's words became more direct, shooting straight towards Shakova like an arrow. He had a certain expression on his face, as if he had firm belief in his judgment without any wavering.

"You are really teammates of pigs, so stupid." Shakova cursed coldly. She tried to use words to hide her panic, and at the same time she was very angry at the unreasonable accusations of the two. Her cheeks were slightly red from anger, and her eyes were flashing with anger, as if she was declaring her innocence to the two.

"What did you say?" Colonel Kochon's face suddenly became very ugly, as gloomy as the sky before the storm came. A trace of anger flashed in his eyes, which was the anger and unwillingness after being questioned. He took a step forward, and the muzzle in his hand slightly raised, as if warning Shakova not to try to provoke his patience.

"Is it me the traitor? No, it's him." Shakova pressed his right hand a few times, and the muzzle was pressed tightly against the general's head. The general was so painful that hissed, making a painful "hissing" sound, but hissing on his face was still as cold as water, as if he was holding back the fear and anger in his heart.

"We hunted Pavel for four months, but he was always thrown away. It seemed that someone was informing him. But until I stopped reporting it, things changed drastically." Shakova took a deep breath, tried to calm herself down, and began to tell the key turning point of the matter. Her voice trembled, which was a manifestation of the interweaving tension and excitement. She recalled those days of pursuit, and every hope was lost that made her feel extremely frustrated and helpless.

"Then we caught Pavel and snatched back the key." Colonel Cochet suddenly realized and told the subsequent development on behalf of Shakova. A trace of regret flashed in his eyes, as if he had not noticed the strangeness before he was upset. He frowned, and he secretly reflected on his negligence in his heart, and felt deeply guilty for his mistake in judgment.

"At last, there is still a smart person." Shakova said in a sarcastic tone, with a hint of disdain in her eyes. She was full of contempt for Colonel Kochon and Nowen's previous judgments, thinking that they were too hasty and stupid. She raised her chin slightly, and had a look of arrogance on her face, as if she was showing her correctness to the two of them.

Nowen on the other side looked a little ugly, and he was a little embarrassed. He thought to himself that if things were true as Shakova said, then he would be a stupid teammate, and he was still counting money after being sold. Thinking of this, his face became hot, he lowered his head embarrassedly, and he didn't say anything anymore. His hands were clenched unconsciously, his heart was filled with shame and annoyance, and he felt extremely regretful of his blind confidence before.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Let him go, I'll talk to him." Colonel Kochon chose to believe Shakova and turned his eyes to the Maoist General. His eyes revealed a kind of scrutiny, as if he wanted to find a flaw in the general's face. He slowly approached the general, his footsteps were steady and firm, and the muzzle in his hand was always aimed at the brigade general's vital parts without any relaxation.

Shakova also cooperated to let go of her hand, causing the Maozi general who was originally pressed on the table to raise his head and turn his face to Colonel Kochon. The general sat up straight, tidied up his somewhat messy collar, and tried to maintain his last dignity. His eyes revealed a kind of stubbornness and unwillingness. Although he had seen through the conspiracy, he was still unwilling to show any weakness in front of the other side.

"General? Don't you explain it?" Colonel Kechuan pointed the gun at the throne general, and the cold gun seemed to be telling. If the general did not give a reasonable explanation, he would pull the trigger at any time. His voice was low and powerful, full of deterrence, as if he was declaring to the general that his destiny was in his own hands.

"I've had enough to swallow my anger. I should have sent troops to hunt down Kuragan, but I whispered and asked for support from the West. It was ironic." The general's voice was a little hoarse, with a hint of unwillingness and anger. After his identity was exposed, he stopped disguising himself and simply threw himself into the can. He stood up and paced back and forth in the room, his emotions became more and more excited. His steps were rapid and heavy, and each step seemed to vent his dissatisfaction and resentment in his heart.

"At that time I realized that what Pavel said was right. Russia has lost its direction and I need him to correct it." The general stopped, and his eyes revealed a kind of fanaticism, as if everything he did was to save the country. From his personal point of view, he thought he was doing patriotic things, like a lonely hero walking alone in the darkness. A crazy light flashed in his eyes, which was a manifestation of being blinded by obsession.

Colonel Kechuan did not argue with him about whether this change was good or bad, but asked the question he had always been curious about: "What is the use of missile launch key?" His eyes revealed a sense of eagerness and curiosity, eager to get answers from the general and solve the mystery in his heart.

"Haha." The general smiled in the face of this question, with a hint of mockery in his smile, as if he was mocking Colonel Kochon's ignorance. He did not intend to answer immediately, as if he wanted to use this method to maintain his last mystery. He raised his head slightly, and showed a disdain on his face, as if he was showing his superiority to Colonel Kochon.

Shakova also took the lead in one step and pointed the gun at the general's younger brother. Her eyes revealed a sense of determination, and she looked like if you didn't cooperate, then we would let you survive and die. She had even imagined the scene in her mind where the general's younger brother began to torture him first, so as to force the general to submit. Her fingers were tightly placed on the trigger, and as long as the general didn't follow, she would shoot without hesitation.

The general was really afraid that these contractors would really do anything too much to him. In order to save his younger brother, he could only cooperate helplessly and said: "The Alex Agency, a former Soviet military base in Azerbaijan, is stored in a large number of nerve gas missiles, which is enough to destroy a city." There was a tremor in his voice, which was a manifestation of the interweaving of fear and helplessness. His eyes revealed a kind of despair, as if he had seen his own doomsday.

"Oh my god." Nowen exclaimed, his face full of shock. A terrifying image of a city turning into ruins under the attack of a nerve gas missile appeared in his mind. The tragic situation made him shudder. His body trembled slightly, his heart was filled with fear and worry, and he felt extremely scared of the upcoming disaster.

"No, no, no, this is impossible." Colonel Kochon retorted, his brows frowned tightly, his face full of doubt. "Russia has destroyed 40,000 tons of chemical weapons, and it was destroyed after the 1997 International Chemical Weapon Convention." He seemed to believe in the information he knew and could not accept the cruel facts that the general said. A kind of firmness revealed in his eyes, as if he was declaring his views to the general without doubt.

"Are all the things announced true?" the general showed a silly expression of your expression and said sarcastically. His eyes revealed a kind of contempt, as if he was mocking Colonel Corcheon's innocence. "No one watched the destruction of 40,000 tons. Who knows if anyone lies? Destruction of weapons requires a large amount of money. In that special time, the whole world was in chaos. Can everyone resist the temptation? When they lied for fear of being exposed, they would hide the keys in a place where no one could find them." His voice became higher and higher, and his emotions became more and more excited, as if they were looking for a reasonable excuse for their behavior.

The general's meaning was very straightforward. Some people chose to report fake reports in order to embezzle and destroy chemical weapons. They put things directly in the warehouse to seal the expenses, and put the expenses directly into their pockets. At that time, when the Soviet Union was disintegrating, a huge alliance was broken down into more than a dozen countries, and many things were really uncontrollable. Even if someone knew about it and wanted to take care of it, he did not have the energy or power. At that time, even nuclear weapons were lost, let alone chemical weapons with no comparison with the level of nuclear weapons and much less powerful.

Therefore, when the general gave this explanation, the three people present did not have any doubts. A deep worry surged in their hearts, realizing that the seriousness of this matter was far beyond their imagination. Colonel Kochon's face became very serious, and an anxiety appeared in his eyes, and he began to think about how to deal with the upcoming crisis. A small bead of sweat appeared on Nowen's forehead, and his hands were rubbed constantly, his heart was filled with uneasiness and fear. Shakova's eyes revealed a sense of firmness, and she secretly made up her mind to prevent the disaster from happening.

"Since things are so secretly done, how did Pavel know about it?" Shakova raised the biggest doubt in her heart. She knew Pavel's background very well. He started step by step from grassroots soldiers. Logically speaking, he had no way to know such a confidential matter. Her eyes revealed a kind of doubt and curiosity, and she was eager to get an answer from the general.

"Of course I told him." The general gave up his jar and did not hide anything. He had completely given up his resistance at this moment, as if he had told all the secrets, and he would feel better. An indifferent expression appeared on his face, as if he no longer cared about his fate.

"Please hand over all the information you have about the institution and do it immediately." After understanding the reason for the matter, Shakova no longer did anything to do.
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