Great Single Player of the Heavens

Makarov's obsession with the B-6 team is not a matter of a day or two.

Ever since Alasad was captured, Makarov had been eyeing the four-member team of the 22nd S.A.S Brigade.

Especially after Lu Qi killed Zakayev with his own hands, he became very interested in and had a strong killing intent for this special team that was always fighting against extremist organizations!

After a lot of intelligence collection, he quickly found out the confidential information of the four people's military background, service experience, interpersonal relationship and so on.

Among the four, what Makarov hated the most was not Captain Price, the team's battlefield commander, but Lu Qi who personally killed Zakayev.

As for the death of Zakayev Jr., he also blamed Price and other 141 members.

Whether it's for revenge or for his noble cause, Price and 141 must disappear!

Regarding the conditions proposed by Makarov, Sheffield on the other side of the communication paused, and did not answer directly, but said irrelevantly:

"We learned from Walker that a senior consultant meeting will be held in the old castle in Prague. At that time, I will send Captain Price to lead the team there."

Obviously, Sheffield's subtext is "I'll send Price and them to the door, and what to do with them is up to you."

Of course Makarov understood what the other party meant.

I saw the corner of his mouth twitching, showing a smile, "Your Excellency, thank you very much for your generosity. I think I will treat them well."

"In this way, there should be no obstacles to our cooperation..."

It is worth mentioning that during the conversation between the two, Sheffield did not mention that Lu Qi, a former member of the B-6 team, had left Task Force 141.

He also thought that Makarov's target was that disobedient old guy Price.

Little did they know, what Makarov really wanted was Lu Qi!

The hidden edge in the game caused Sheffield and Makarov to accidentally ignore a certain guy who could affect the situation...

"That's it, I will contact you again."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a "beep" in the communication, and it fell silent.

At this time, Makarov immediately looked at his subordinates and asked:

"Is it recorded?"

After getting an affirmative answer, the madman who was filled with reason couldn't help but smile evilly, and murmured to himself:

"Things are getting interesting..."

. . .

"What are you thinking?"

A call from the ear shattered Yuri's memories in an instant.

Yuri, who returned to reality, blinked, met the old friend's pair of strange eyes, and said involuntarily:

"I'm wondering if he's just pretending to cooperate with us, but actually setting up an ambush?"

"Won't."

Hearing the certainty in Makarov's tone, Yuri couldn't help asking curiously:

"Why so sure?"

"because,

He needs our presence. If we are eliminated, the power in his hands will cease to exist. "

"For a careerist, power is the eternal thing..."

There is a saying that is right: the person who knows you best is often not yourself, but your enemy.

In Makarov's view, Sheffield is no different from many careerists dominated by power.

Starting from his own interests, Sheffield definitely does not want Makarov and the core group to be disintegrated so soon.

Because, once Makarov died, he would have no reason to continue holding 141, an elite force composed of multinational special forces, and he would not be able to use the large amount of funds provided by NATO to form his own private army by filling his own pockets. .

Sheffield, who was born in the West Point Military Academy, is no stranger to the routine of raising a bandit and respecting himself.

For the Americans, whether it is Afghanistan, the Gulf, or the Middle East, Mao, they are willing to ignite war anywhere in the world.

for what? Without him, only benefit you.

. . . . . .

The convoy left the relatively bustling urban area, drove towards the outskirts of the mountainous area for about half an hour, and arrived at a heavily guarded military base.

After getting off the car, surrounded by the staff, the two came to the three-story building located in the center of the base.

There is the command center of the base.

Walking through the corridor and into the hall, Makarov seemed to remember something, suddenly stopped, turned his head to look at Yuri beside him, and said:

"By the way, when you went to interrogate that traitor Dukov, we made a small change to the airport plan."

heard that,

"You mean the plans for the airport?"

In fact, until now, Yuri, who had just returned to the organization, did not know the airport massacre plan formulated by Makarov.

He probably guessed from the phone call from Sheffield that Makarov planned to do something at Zakayev International Airport.

As for what it was, he didn't know...

"Yes, I've changed my mind."

Looking at Yuri with a puzzled face, Makarov walked up to him with his hands behind his back, opened his arms, and spoke passionately like a devout preacher:

"After careful consideration, I finally realized that we should adopt more effective means to stimulate the warrior soul in the people's blood!"

"The current Mao country has been controlled by a group of shameless villains. The people have complained about the government's cowardice and incompetence."

"The emotions of the people are like a powder keg. As long as we ignite the fuse, we can detonate it and completely change the world!"

When Makarov was almost insane, he talked about his plan to carry out a massacre at Zakayev Airport, and then planted all this on the Americans, thus provoking a war between Mi Mao and Yuri. , but it is full of unbelievable.

Although he has always understood the madness of his old friend. However, he never expected that Makarov would do such a crazy and cruel act!

If it is said that following Zakayev at the beginning was out of patriotism and wanted to make his own contribution to the motherland.

Today, Yuri's patriotic enthusiasm has been extinguished by the so-called "great plan" in Makarov's mouth.

His old friend Makarov, who was full of longing for the future just like himself, is already drifting away on the road of madness...

This is no longer war, but massacre!

Moreover, the targets of the massacre were compatriots who spoke the same language and lived in the same land as them!

"You... you are not serious, are you?"

When Yuri asked this sentence, he didn't even notice that his voice was trembling slightly.

How he wished, Makarov replied: "I was only joking"

However, the reality is harsh.

I saw Makarov twitching the corner of his mouth, drawing a devilish smile, and then said seriously:

"Of course! Changing the world is never an easy task. I think our compatriots will understand."

"You say so? My friend..."

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