Great Single Player of the Heavens

Just as the Anglo-Military joint action team was escorting Alasad back to Hamburg, at the same time, in a military bunker in northern Mao...

Snapped!

The intact mobile phone was slammed to the ground, and it was instantly smashed to pieces.

"That idiot of Alasad!"

Sitting on the leather office chair behind the desk was a bald old man with a fierce face and slightly undulating 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 one arm missing and a vicissitudes on his face was Zakayev who survived his gunshot wound fifteen years ago!

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

"Father, what's the matter with Alasad?"

"He was captured..."

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

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

There was a man standing there, a man with dark brown hair in a gray suit.

"Vladimir, how is your investigation going?"

Hearing this, the man in the suit slowly raised his pensive head, revealing his sinister eyes that were green on one side and blue on the other.

"There is progress. The last attack on the freighter, the rescue of the undercover agent, and the group of people who captured Alasad this time are all from the same force."

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

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

In the photo, an Asian man with black hair and yellow skin was looking at him with a bright smile.

The pupil shrank suddenly, and the little Zakayev looked extremely surprised:

"Chinese people?!"

"No, this is just one of the Asian members of this army, and it has nothing to do with Huaguo."

While talking, 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 relaxed a little, lowered his head and looked carefully at the composition of the armband.

I saw a dagger sticking out of the outstretched wings, and a paragraph of words was embroidered on the lower end of the armband on the ribbon with red border and blue background.

Looking at it, the little Zakayev read out the text:

"Who Dares Wins (WhoDaresWins)...? Huh, those cowards who call themselves gentlemen all day long, what do they think they are? Brave?!"

"Pooh!"

A mouthful of thick phlegm, with thick sarcasm, was spat on the ground viciously...

Zakayev, who didn't care about the disdain on his son's face, frowned, just stared at his capable general, and said dissatisfiedly:

"Those idiots in Downing Street are not surprised to do anything to please the Americans. It's just that this army sneaked into our territory again and again, and finally left in a big way."

"Marklove, you should do a better job!"

Hearing this, the man in the suit, that is, Makarov [00ks], immediately stood up straight and bowed slightly to Zakayev:

"Yes, sir, this is my responsibility. However, during the investigation of this force, I discovered a noteworthy piece of information."

"What is it?"

The corner of his mouth raised,

Makarov found one of the photos, pushed it in front of Zakayev, and said:

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

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

After fifteen years, he finally found the sniper who almost killed him back then!

Thinking of this, Zakayev vaguely felt a sharp pain in his severed arm, which seemed to rush 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 immediately!"

After all, he is a hero who has experienced strong winds and waves. Zakayev forcibly suppressed the surging killing intent in his heart, stretched out his hand to stop the angry little Zakayev, and said in a deep voice:

"These guys, we'll deal with them later. Our priority right now is the Alasad issue."

"I know Alasad. Under the other party's interrogation, he must have confessed the whole plan. That is to say, the Americans also know that we did the nuclear bomb."

"The reaction of the American people is what we need to pay attention to. As for the people in S.A.S, we don't need to look for them, they will naturally come to us..."

While speaking, Zakayev picked up a dagger and stabbed it at Price's photo head!

. . . . . .

Hamburg, S.A.S Europe Division.

After handing over Alasad to the Americans for the second round of interrogation, the Americans also learned of Zakayev's good deeds behind his back.

In particular, Sheffield, who heard the news, immediately proposed to the White House a plan to send troops to attack Mao.

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

Although they wanted to avenge Zakayev, due to the complicated situation at home and abroad, the Americans were unable to take any hostile actions against Mao.

Even now that Mao is in the midst of a civil war, 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!

In the end, after careful consideration, the Americans could only allow the Mi Army squad led by Sergeant Griggs to assist S.A.S in capturing Zakayev.

The task of finding Zakayev still fell on the newly formed Anglo-Milian joint action team...

Griggs, who received the order from his superior, immediately found Price, who was dining in the restaurant with his subordinates.

Seeing Griggs, Price couldn't help but put down the french fries in his hand, and said sincerely: "I'm sorry, brother, that Middle Eastern bastard is not behind the murder of your Marine Corps."

"Thank you, Captain."

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

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

"That can't be done, Zakayev is mine..."

Didn't know that Lu Qi was thinking about grabbing the head at this time, so the older brother Gates threw a piece of fried fish into his mouth and said casually:

"It's not easy. I heard that this bastard is elusive, and no one knows where he is. Intelligence says he's hiding..."

"About this, I have a plan to find him."

Seeing everyone's eyes focused on him, Price's expression gradually became serious, and he said in a low voice:

"His son, Victor Zakayev, is the battlefield commander of the extremist organization's troops. whereabouts."

"And this little bastard knows how to find his bastard father!"