The Strongest Arms Dealer

Pound Roderick squatted in the grass, looking at the brightly lit "Angel City" villa in the distance, always felt a little strange, why is the patrol here not strong?

According to Dudayev's personality, this is not normal. Think about it, the biggest advantage of a superior is suspicion and lack of security. It is impossible for anyone to believe it. How could such a person make such a mistake?

Pound Roderick has a high degree of autonomy in mission operations. The Umbrella Company also stipulates that in combat, everything is based on on-site command, and no one in the rear can interfere unless there is a direct order from Tang Dao.

Therefore, Pound Roderick believed in his intuition. There must be something wrong. He pressed the headset and said decisively, "The situation has changed, and the mission is abandoned!"

He used to be a SEAL commander, how experienced is this? Being able to tell the truth from a little flaw, he has also cultivated his intuition. He believes that his intuition is not wrong.

Hearing his order, the members of the death team quickly planned to retreat according to the scheduled route.

But who knows, Pound Roderick moved back about ten meters, and the machine guns on the top of the villa suddenly fired. The assaulter on the side was directly hit on the shoulder, and half of the arm was interrupted!

"Fake! Someone fell to the ground, the conscripts stopped the bleeding." The captain of the first team calmly ordered, lying in the grass and looking at the thermal image displayed by the night vision device above the roof, raised his gun, and fired, and there was a panic on the opposite roof the sound of.

"Stand back," Pound Roderick said into the headset.

Jackson, the captain of the first team, was about to respond, when suddenly, he saw a figure coming out of a corner in the distance, squatting in a half-squatting position, carrying a long pipe in his hand, Jackson was startled, but quickly realized , did not dare to be silent, hissed, "RPG!"

Shh~~

The sound of the tail was very sharp, and it flew towards the grass here. Under this kind of weapon, one could only settle for one's own destiny, and rushed towards the direction pointed by experience, holding his head, and the loess exploded behind him. innocent? Just being uprooted like this, the **** soil is gone.

Pound Roderick's bombed head was buzzing, and everything in front of him was a bit doubled, and the team members on the side shook his body and shouted anxiously.

This collision lasted for about seven or eight seconds, and his ears were filled with chaotic voices, "Where shall we retreat?"

"Run out of the city gate!" Pound Roderick replied subconsciously. He was planning to lead the war to the front line. Why was his nickname Barbarian? It was because he never obeyed the rules and the illusory laws on the battlefield. He believed that the more chaotic the situation, the better his own interests could be guaranteed.

The team members who were still able to move drove the car over, carried the wounded into the car, the tires were rubbing on the ground, the exhaust pipe slammed, and they fled towards the distance, and seven or eight cars came out of the villa cheering The car chased after him.

Gunfire continued in Grozny at night.

The rear was very close, and the rearview mirror of this car had been interrupted long ago. Pound Roderick, who was sitting in the back, lowered his head to avoid the bullets, cursed secretly, and shouted at the driver with his face flushed, "Toad, pull them away."

"Fake, the accelerator pedal is at the end." The team member who was driving roared.

To say that these cars are inconvenient, if you change to a pickup truck, the speed is not fast, but if you install a Gatling in the back, da da da, you can wipe them out directly, but their cars are more ordinary Vehicles, the tires are not bulletproof, after a shuttle, the wheels are twisted, but whatever, as long as there is no smoke, continue to drive.

Zizizizizizi...

The hub smoked, and finally broke cruelly. There is no way to do it. The horse has four legs and one is broken. It will definitely not run. Even if you drive hard, there is no way. What are you doing?

"Get out of the car." Pound Roderick pushed open the door decisively and went down. He stood up suddenly and fired a continuous shot at the first Chechen car, directly killing the driver in the car. The car was out of control. It hit the rear of one's own vehicle. Although Pound Roderick and the others fired fiercely, in order not to cause necessary casualties, they still had to retreat. In a single-storey supermarket, a firepower defense was built.

The addition of machine guns made the Chechens outside seem helpless. The on-site commander could only call for tank support, but he didn't believe that the enemy would not come out and surrender after this shot.

…

Yeltsin was woken up by his secretary. Of course he didn’t go home. He has a small cubicle in his office with a bed in it. He has very low requirements, as long as the bed is longer, and the main people can sleep more comfortably.

"What's the matter?" Yeltsin's eyes were red, and he didn't get enough sleep, but after being pushed awake by the secretary, he subconsciously asked about work, got up from the bed, and put on pajamas.

The secretary whispered, "Nicholas' call. He said there was something urgent about Dudayev."

"Damn, why does he have to call at night?" Yeltsin muttered a few words, but still understood that if the other party was not in a hurry at this time, he would never call for no reason. There must be something important. He walked out of the cubicle and sat on the sofa outside. Sitting down, the secretary went over to make him coffee.

He picked up the phone and adjusted his tone, "Mr. Nicholas, did you send me good news?"

"Of course, Mr. Yeltsin, congratulations, Dudayev was shot!" Tang Dao said with a smile.

Yeltsin was overjoyed, but Tang Dao said, "Unfortunately, we didn't take a picture of him, and we couldn't confirm whether he was dead, because in his guard team, my employees told me that they saw French special forces members , at that time, he was protecting Dudayev."

Tang Dao just said so much, he won't say more, the intention will be obvious if he says too much.

He brought the topic in, "Dudaev must be seriously injured now, but I'm sorry, if he is not dead, I think his character will definitely be more brutal, maybe he will take revenge."

revenge? !

Yeltsin feels dizzy when he hears these two words now. There are bombings in the border area every day, and three times a day a few days ago, causing more than 70 casualties. Only he himself understands the pressure of public opinion.

"Damn, this is not the answer I want! You promised to kill him~www.wuxiaspot.com~You will be responsible." Yeltsin growled in a low voice with livid face, he didn't care about politeness or impoliteness.

"I'm sorry, but I think it's impossible to assassinate him a second time now, and his security will definitely be stricter." Tang Dao said regretfully, he was slowly causing Yeltsin's emotions to fluctuate, He said in a low voice, "Now Grozny is in a mess, and my people are still inside. I want them to withdraw."

Mixed up?

Yeltsin suddenly grasped these few words, and hurriedly said, "Don't hang up, Nicholas, Dudayev's revenge must be very vicious, he will know that it was done by your company, and you will not be able to escape by then, how about ...to take advantage of Dudayev's serious injury and directly launch a general attack!"

Tang Dao laughed, this Yeltsin finally got the hang of it, of course someone Tang would not come up and ask him for help, otherwise, the other party’s character would definitely not be able to, anyway the one who died was not his, so he had to be frightened, frightened, There is nothing better than beating a snake to three inches. The snake is not dead, it will definitely take revenge, and I am definitely afraid.

I can only do nothing, just push the tower directly!

Will you go back for a tip-up at this time? Even if it's the remaining blood, I'm afraid I have to bite the bullet. Anyway, if it succeeds, it's a victory set. If it loses, it's a big deal to go home and rest.

Tang Dao didn't say a word, and after a while, he said, "President, you should discuss this with the think tank, maybe they will give you a good answer."

Yeltsin may have many faults, but he has one thing, decisiveness, otherwise, the 819 incident would not have been possible.

He knew that if he hesitated at this time, he would lose. However, he was still a little calm, and after a few perfunctory words with Tang Dao, he ended the call and planned to call the front line.

He wants to know what happened on the front line.

Grachev is a ZZ!