Great Single Player of the Heavens

"why are you doing this?!"

Boom!

"Where did you get the nuke?!"

Boom!

"answer me!"

Every time a question was asked, Price threw a punch directly, without even giving Alasad time to answer.

Alasad, who was tied to a chair, was beaten up by the "Iron Fist of Qian Dui" like Price's exclusive boxing sandbag.

Lu Qi and the others standing in the barn watched with cold eyes, quietly watching Price's violent interrogation process.

Obviously, people like Alasad can't say anything. Unless someone like Price beat him out of the air, he might not speak.

The same is true.

In fact, when Price kept beating Alasad, Alasad could no longer withstand the torture and said the name "Zakayev".

It's just that Price deliberately pretended not to understand Arabic, and took the opportunity to teach this bastard who killed 30,000 soldiers some lessons...

Seeing that Price took out a piece of rope and wrapped it around Alasad's neck, preparing to give him a feeling of suffocation, a private mobile phone that was abandoned on the ground suddenly rang.

Lu Qi picked up the phone, looked at the unknown number on the caller ID, and immediately raised his hand to Price, reminding him:

"Sir, it's his phone."

Hearing this, Price casually let go of the rope, caught the phone thrown by Lu Qi, and pressed the answer button.

Although he couldn't hear what was being said on the other end of the phone, Lu Qi could tell from Price's gradually serious expression that the caller was the mastermind behind everything - Zakayev!

I don't know what to say, and not long after answering the phone, Price dropped the phone without saying a word.

Seeing this, Lu Qi narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Price closely, for fear that the big brother would draw his gun and shoot Alasad without saying a word.

Fortunately, the worst scenario that Lu Qi imagined did not happen.

Perhaps because he already knew that Zakayev was playing tricks behind his back, Price did not shoot down Alasad in a fit of rage like in the game.

Price also understands very well that a living Alasad is more valuable than a dead Alasad...

"Sir, who is on the phone?"

Glancing at Lu Qi, Price couldn't help but pursed his lips, and then said in a low, nostalgic voice:

"Zakayev...Imran Zakayev!"

"Who is he?"

Before Price could answer Soap's question, a male voice suddenly came from the radio:

"This is the gun mount. The big bird is already on the way, and it will arrive at the scheduled landing area in three minutes. It's over."

"receive."

Pointing to the dying Alasad, Price had a meaningful expression and said:

"Take him back, and you will soon find out who Zakayev is..."

. . .

On the evacuated CH-46 transport helicopter, Price lit a cigar and told the three members of Team B about his past with Zakayev:

fifteen years ago.

Price, who was still a lieutenant at the time, received a special mission, which was to sneak into Chernobyl in Pripyat, Ukraine, and assassinate a man named "Zakayev".

According to intelligence, this guy named "Zakayev" planned to transfer Chernobyl's radioactive fuel rods and precious uranium and other nuclear materials to

Get it and sell it on the black market for huge profits.

In order to prevent such an act, the British government authorized the assassination order for the first time since World War II.

Therefore, Price, under the leadership of Captain McMillan, sneaked into Chernobyl and successfully carried out a snipe attack on Zakayev, who was conducting a nuclear deal.

During the evacuation, McMillan was also injured in the leg by the helicopter shot down by Price. Since then, he withdrew from the first-line troops and turned to the rear to command.

Price thought that his shot sent that bastard to hell.

But, in fact, Zakayev did not die, he just broke an arm.

And the last time the operation retreated, after Lu Qi's reminder and Nikolai's information, Price knew that Zakayev was not dead!

Moreover, he became the leader of the extremists in the Mao country, the head of the notorious Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse!

"call..."

Slowly exhaling the smoke from his lungs, Price, who sat on the seat opposite Lu Qi and others, held the cigar between his fingers, shook it lightly, and continued:

"According to intelligence analysis, both the sale of the nuclear bomb and the plan to detonate the nuclear bomb were all ordered by Zakayev."

"After a long time, the man behind the scenes is not Alasad, but Zakayev."

Taking off his peaked cap, scratching his messy hair, Gates said casually, "Tsk tsk tsk, if the Americans know this, they will definitely be so angry that they will fire all the personnel in the intelligence department..."

Upon hearing this, Price explained:

"It's not that they don't know that there is Zakayev's shadow in this incident. It's just that the Americans are too arrogant and blindly believe in their own army..."

Glancing not far away, Arasad, who was guarded by two S.A.S members and wearing a black hood, asked involuntarily:

"Then what do we do next?"

"Alasad will be interrogated in Hamburg and tell all the shit about him and Zakayev. The Americans will also know who to seek revenge..."

Having said that, Price couldn't help turning his head to look at Lu Qi who was in deep thought, and said

"A, you did a good job this time. Your guess, to a large extent, provided us with valuable information."

Hearing Price's praise, Lu Qi had no joy on his face, but smiled helplessly, and said quietly: "However, these precious information still failed to make those bastard politicians in the White House give up sending 30,000 soldiers to die. Stupid decision..."

Even though he knew that he was powerless to change the fate of the 30,000 Mi Army soldiers who died in battle, Lu Qi still felt unwilling.

Hearing this, Gates and Soap couldn't help but look down, thinking of the soldiers and civilians who died in the Middle East...

A solemn silence followed.

In the end, it was Price's words that broke the silence:

"We are soldiers, and the mission of soldiers is to obey orders. Politics is something we cannot touch. But war is where we belong."

"We can't dictate the direction of politics, and we can't be the focus of battle."

"But when the time comes, we also have an opportunity that those politicians in office do not have, and that is the right to defend peace with our own hands!"

When the eyes of the three people were all focused on him, Price took a deep breath of his cigar, and among the clouds he slowly exhaled, the words were full of doubts:

"Alasad was the first conspirator to try to destroy the peace, but definitely not the last!"

"Don't forget, Zakayev, is still waiting for us..."