Knight of the Light

Just a hundred meters away from Megan, Daniel, who was born in the CIA, was shot in the arm, and the intercom gripped and fell to the ground. The blood drips down the broken arm and spreads all over the ground. He rolled over, struggling to shake his head towards Colonel Isaac who came under the gun.

"I surrendered, and I didn't intend to stare at you. I swear I saw nothing. I apologize for my mistake, I know that you just performed normal transshipment work."

The lights of the underground passage were deserted, and Agent Daniel was making the final excuse.

A group of Soviet soldiers stepped forward, and Colonel Isakov stood out. He silently raised the muzzle in his hand, "No one can **** the Soviet nuclear warhead. No one can let us put down the weapon in our hand."

"No, no, we didn't want to grab it. We just made a purchase intention to avoid the proliferation of nuclear weapons. You can refuse."

Daniel held his broken arm and responded in pain.

"Colonel, it's too late for you to stop your hands now. My life and death no longer matter. But don't mess things up, or you will die a lot of people."

Daniel tried to persuade him, but his thin words could not stop the crazy Isaacf. The latter's rigid face smirked and screamed with fullness: "I always wanted to make a decision, but I couldn't make up my mind.

I am asking myself, why should a group of idiots, literati, journalists, criminals, businessmen decide my fate? I clearly control the most powerful force in the world, why should I listen to others? "

"I asked for a long time, and there was no answer." Isakov's voice turned arrogant. "I received a call from Kiev an hour ago. General Chechevatov gave me a verbal command.

Do you know what he wants me to do? He wanted me to transfer nuclear warheads. But he has no official documents and no permission from Moscow. He violated the regulations.

But what if it doesn't transfer? Sell ​​to you capitalist ambitions? I know someone will sell it, they will definitely sell it and can't wait to sell it. "

Colonel Isakoff uttered an angry growl, "If that's the case, why shouldn't I be in charge of it all? I have ordered all nuclear bomb silos in the military area to be fueled.

All mobile launch vehicles drove away from the hidden position. Tu-160 has carried nuclear missiles into the air. Even I was surprised that many people thought the same way. "

Daniel was shaking his head and a bullet hit his forehead.

"It's not as difficult as I thought."

Colonel Isakoff slowly lowered his muzzle and turned around, his eyes sharper and firmer than ever before. The soldiers who followed him raised their guns and shouted, Ula Ula shouted.

At another underground facility not far away, the eagle sauce inspector who arrived three days ago was being pushed into a separate room by the soldiers and completely shut down.

Some of the personnel guarding the nuclear arsenal also resisted or refused to obey, and all were executed without exception by Isakov.

The colonel's rank is high enough, and he has enough prestige among the grassroots officers and soldiers. He stood up to act, as long as he controlled one third or even one quarter of his subordinates, it was enough to hold the whole group to obey his orders.

Controlled several nuclear weapons warehouses, the colonel personally led the team to the core command post of the entire underground defense line. The spacious underground passage entered the actual combat state for the first time.

The core command post is a hall deep into the ground, with thousands of square meters. The layout here is similar to the space launch control center. There are rows of command posts in the hall, which can contact all combat units in the entire Kiev military region.

A small half of the posts are staff and officers at all levels. These people have been on duty here all the year round, and are responsible for commanding and dispatching the entire military force and combat system of the Kiev Military Region.

The headquarters in the Kiev city is used for daily work, and the actual combat depends on this underground command institution.

On one wall of the command hall is a picture of the strength of the entire military area, which is equivalent to a movable sand table. As long as the corresponding command post grabs the phone, you can contact the troops with a bright spot.

Hula, outside the hall, flooded with hundreds of heavily armed soldiers to control everyone in the command seat. Staff officers at all levels felt inexplicable, but soon understood that this was a mutiny.

Opposite the situation map is the position of the commander. It is enclosed by a layer of one-way transparent glass, and inside is a high-level command room that can accommodate a dozen people.

A major general stayed on duty here, facing the angry Isaac, he immediately led the team to declare obedience. In a blink of an eye, the entire command structure fell into the hands of the colonel.

At this moment, Mi-8 helicopter took Uncle Zhou back to Barracklea camp. He was also struggling to go back and forth within a day, but this time he was accompanied by General Chechevatov and his adjutant.

The power system thundered overhead and the atmosphere in the cabin was particularly cold.

The general is wearing a standard military uniform, staring at Zhou Qingfeng in a daze. He was older, and there was a sturdy Slavic figure. But today his uniform was bulging and tied with a circle of explosives.

The helicopter landed for several hours. The guards at the barracks saw the general appear suddenly, and all stood aloof, with exceptional respect and respect.

"General, your men respect you very much. When I came to Isaac a few days ago, the big soldiers were all giggling."

Zhou Qingfeng will not read mind. He only felt that he was like a fox and a tiger, and he came to follow the general this time and was treated differently.

It's really different. The soldiers' expressions are particularly stiff. It seemed as if the student who had peeked at the yellow books in class was caught by the teacher, and it was like hell.

The general and the adjutant were bound with explosives, and their expressions were more stiff than the soldiers in the camp, and they were more alive. He responded briefly, walked to the sentry box in the camp, and grabbed the internal phone inside.

"I am General Chechevatov, I am in front of the camp. Where is Isakov?"

Zhou Qingfeng's ears are clear, and he is standing behind the general, and he can hear a panic shouting from the microphone. It seems that some tables and chairs have been overturned. But the person who answered the phone quickly stabilized and answered a few formulas.

The general did not hesitate to have him and hung up the phone. The soldier on the post sent the general to an off-road vehicle, because there was a long distance from the entrance of the camp to the entrance of the underground facility.

Zhou Qingfeng followed the car and smiled with pleasure: "Hey ..., following the general is different than following the colonel. The big soldiers in this camp last time ignored me. Today they just More enthusiastic and respectful. "

The lieutenant drove himself and glanced at Zhou Qingfeng in the rearview mirror-if it wasn't for the explosive's detonator in this bastard's hand, I really wanted to find a piece of horse dung to gamble on this guy's mouth.

The off-road vehicle goes all the way, and the heavily guarded camp should be released throughout.

Zhou Qingfeng aimed left and right in the car, as strange as sightseeing. He was released from house arrest shortly before his last visit and never visited in person.

The car drove into a tunnel, passed a huge explosion-proof door, received the attention of the gun guard, and entered a spacious underground passage. The four people in the car drove five or six kilometers in one pass, and a figure suddenly appeared in front of them.

The lieutenant driving had to stop abruptly.

The figure is not tall, petite but exquisitely embossed, a blond little girl. Holding a gun in her hand, she pointed viciously at the driving aide, and then at Marcos in the co-pilot's seat, and finally the generals in the back seat and Zhou Qingfeng.

This nymph probably wanted to say something harsh, but she was surprised to see the driving lieutenant wearing the rank of lieutenant colonel. Looking at the old man in the back seat wearing a general uniform, she felt more lucky.

You can see Zhou Qingfeng ...

Uncle Zhou is also staring at the other person in a daze. He faced the gun fearlessly, frowning and said: "Why are there beautiful girls in roadblocks and carjackings here? She sees others as pretentious, but sees me like ghosts?"

Marcos took risks with his boss today, and it was also an adventure. But he couldn't help saying: "boss, the girl looks strange in your eyes. Is it your lover?"

Uncle Zhou is really strange. He was also baffled, "If I had hooked up such a girl, I wouldn't forget it."