Just as the British-American joint action team was escorting Alassad back to Hamburg, at the same time, in a military bunker in northern Mauritius...

Snapped!

The intact mobile phone was thrown to the ground and shattered into pieces.

"That idiot Alassad!"

Sitting on the leather office chair behind the desk was a bald old man with a fierce expression and a slightly rising chest.

It is worth noting that the sleeve of his left arm is empty.

If Price were here, he would definitely recognize that this bald old man with an arm missing and a vicissitudes of life on his face is none other than Zakayev, who luckily survived from his gunpoint fifteen years ago!

Sitting on the sofa in the office, little Zakaev, wearing a blue sportswear, put down the wine glass in his hand, glanced at the remains of the mobile phone on the ground, and then asked:

"Father, how is Alassad?"

"He was caught..."

"What?! Who did it? Americans? Or..."

Facing his son's question, Zakayev did not answer, but turned to look at the wall on the left.

There was a man standing there, a man wearing a gray suit and dark brown hair.

"Vladimir, how is your investigation going?"

Hearing this, the man in a suit slowly raised his head, which was lowered in contemplation, revealing his sinister eyes, one green on one side and blue on the other.

"There is progress. The same force was used to attack the freighter last time, rescue the undercover agent, and capture Alassad this time."

While talking, the man in the suit took out a stack of photos from his inner pocket and placed them on Zakayev's desk.

Seeing this, little Zakayev, who was sitting on the sofa, got up and came to the desk and picked up one of the photos.

I saw in the photo an Asian man with black hair and yellow skin, looking at him with a bright smile.

His pupils shrank suddenly, and little Zakayev looked extremely surprised:

"Chinese?!"

"No, this is just an Asian member of this unit and has nothing to do with China."

As he spoke, the man in the suit casually clicked on an enlarged photo of the armband on his arm and explained:

"S.A.S. is their name!"

Hearing this, little Zakayev felt a little relieved and lowered his head to carefully examine the composition of the armband.

I saw a short sword stuck in a pair of outstretched wings. At the bottom of the armband, there was a text embroidered on the red-edged and blue-backed ribbon.

After looking at it, little Zakayev read out that paragraph:

"Who Dares Wins...? Huh, what do those cowards who call themselves gentlemen all day long think they are? Are they still brave?!"

"Pooh!"

A mouthful of thick phlegm, with a strong sense of ridicule, was spat on the ground...

Zakayev, who didn't care about the disdain on his son's face and frowned, just stared at his right-hand man and said dissatisfiedly:

"It's no surprise that those idiots in Downing Street will do anything to please the Americans. It's just that this troop sneaked into our territory again and again, and finally left in a swaggering way."

"Markov, you should do a better job!"

Upon hearing this, the man in a suit, Makarov, immediately stood up straight and bowed slightly to Zakayev:

"Yes, sir, this is my responsibility. However, during the investigation of this unit, I discovered a piece of information worth noting."

"What is it?"

With a raised corner of his mouth, Makarov found one of the photos from the pile, pushed it in front of Zakayev, and said:

"This man is Captain Price of the 22nd S.A.S. Group. He was the commander of these operations. At the same time, he was also the man who shot you in Chernobyl!"

Hearing this, looking at the bearded man wearing a bunny hat in the photo, Zakayev's eyes were filled with burning anger and uncontrollable murderous intent!

Fifteen years later, he finally found the sniper who almost killed him!

When he thought of this, Zakayev vaguely felt a hot pain in his broken arm, which seemed to be flooding into his brain immediately.

S. A.S...Price...

"What?! This bastard is the sniper from back then?! Father, I'll take someone to kill him right away!"

After all, he is a heroic figure who has experienced great storms. Zakayev forcibly suppressed the murderous intention surging in his heart, stretched out his hand to stop the angry little Zakayev, and said in a deep voice:

"We will deal with these guys later. Our priority right now is the issue of Al-Assad."

"I know Alassad. Under the other party's interrogation, he must have confessed the entire plan. In other words, the Americans also know that we were responsible for the nuclear bomb."

"The reaction of the Americans is what we need to pay attention to. As for the S.A.S group, we don't need to look for them, they will naturally come to our door..."

While talking, Zakayev picked up a dagger and stabbed it into Price's photo!

...

Hamburg, S.A.S Europe Division.

After Alassad was handed over to the Americans for a second round of interrogation, the Americans also learned about the good deeds Zakayev was doing behind the scenes.

Especially after learning the news, Sheffield immediately proposed to the White House a plan to send troops to attack Mauritius.

Catch Zakayev and seek justice for the 30,000 soldiers who died in battle!

Although they want to take revenge on Zakayev, due to the complex situation at home and abroad, the Americans are unable to take any hostile actions against Mauritius.

Even though the country of Mao is currently in the middle of a civil war, and the two factions are fighting bloody battles. However, once any public declaration of war is made, what will greet them will be an unprecedented world war!

Finally, after careful consideration, the Americans could only let the American team led by Sergeant Griggs assist the S.A.S in capturing Zakayev.

The task of finding Zakayev still fell to the newly formed British-American joint action team...

After receiving the order from his superiors, Griggs immediately found Price who was dining in the restaurant with his men.

As soon as he saw Griggs, Price couldn't help but put down the chips in his hand and said sincerely: "I'm sorry, brother, that Middle Eastern bastard was not the mastermind behind the death of your Marines."

"Thank you, Captain."

Nodding to Price, the black brother Griggs had a resolute expression and his tone was full of hatred for Zakaev: "Now I just want to find that old bastard Zakaev and kill him with my own hands.

Thirty thousand brothers take revenge!”

Hearing this, Lu Qi, who was sitting opposite, murmured in his heart while eating the packed Chinese fried noodles:

"That's not okay, Zakayev is mine..."

Unknown to Lu Qi, Lu Qi was thinking about snatching people's heads. Brother Gates, who was standing by him, threw a fried fish nugget into his mouth and said casually:

"This is not easy. I heard that this bastard is elusive and no one knows where he is. The intelligence said that he is hiding..."

"As for this, I do have a plan to find him."

Seeing everyone's eyes focused on him, Price's expression gradually became serious and he whispered:

"His son, Viktor Zakayev, is the battlefield commander of the extremist organization's troops. He is also a typical example of the crooked upper beam and the lower beam. It just so happens that Sergeant Kamalov of the government army has this kid.

whereabouts."
Chapter completed!