The Strongest Arms Dealer

"Mr. President's condition is very bad. I think his symptoms are getting serious again." The secretary took a deep breath, unable to see the submissiveness just now, but looked at Vice President Yandarbyev aggressively. .

He was more like a doctor and sentenced Dudayev to death.

Yandarbiyev's face was indifferent, and Maskhadov's eyes revealed fierceness. This "gentleman" who is considered by most people to be a representative of the moderate faction, at this moment, is a wolf full of **** .

And Grester lowered his head, remained silent, and his eyes were gloomy. He was actually trying Dudayev's death sentence with a group of rebels. He was actually very loyal to the latter, but everyone could see that, the Chechens The future does not belong to Dudayev.

His ambition has long been eroded by women and women.

Everyone present wanted to use the Russian army to break Dudayev's rule, or in other words, planned to use the general momentum of the Russian army to reintroduce Chechnya to the right path.

Dudayev is only from Chechnya, but Chechnya is not from Dudayev.

However, everyone understands that there must be a hand pushing behind everyone. It is unknown who is standing there, but they are all adults, and they all understand that everyone has what they need. , that is impossible, the presence of this must have caused some wrangling to the people behind.

"Gentlemen!" Yandarbiyev stood up and looked at the crowd. If Dudayev was pulled down, he would be the natural successor. kind of transaction.

Yandarbiyev picked up the Uzi submachine gun on the table, raised his left hand, blushed and shouted wildly, "Gentlemen, the future of Chechnya is in our hands, and it is the responsibility given to us by history to let everyone stand up , Ulla!"

"Ulla!" All the fanatical confidantes of Yandarbiyev standing there echoed, and rushed out with weapons in hand. Mr. Vice President looked at the big men present and smiled, showing his gums, " for the future!"

Grester and Maskhadov looked at each other, picked up the guy, and rushed out to kill Dudayev, today we will be the boss!

All the defenses on the entire floor have been transferred away by them.

In other words, Dudayev is hard to fly.

He kicked the opponent's office away, and Mr. President was smoking a cigarette inside. He was startled and startled. The flames splashed all over his body. He stood up in shock, frowned, and looked at them very dissatisfied, but I also felt that the situation was not right, why everyone looked at me so badly.

Dudayev's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at Grester, "What are you doing!" Is this a question? The latter bowed his head guiltily and kept silent, while the former looked at Maskhadov, the chief of the general staff, theoretically the second in command of the Chechen army.

"Sorry, sir." Maskhadov faced it calmly.

Dudayev pointed at him and was about to scold him, but Yandarbiyev couldn't stand it anymore, so he picked up the gun and shot it, good guy, it missed, it's full of bullet holes, if you can carry it at this time Down should be Iron Man.

Bullets seldom pass through the body, but the glass behind him was also shattered. Dudayev stared, dying, Yandarbiev went over, kicked him, replaced the magazine, and fired again. Shuozi, what the hell, do you hate it that much?

After everyone waited for him to vent, Yandarbiyev heaved a sigh of relief, turned his head, and looked at the crowd, "Chechnya belongs to us!"

"Ulla!"

Yandarbiyev looked at Maskhadov, "I ordered on behalf of the president that the Chechen soldiers surrendered, and we now accept peace negotiations."

This is the guarantee given to them by the interest groups behind them that they will definitely accept peaceful negotiations. This is also one of the reasons why they rebelled. As long as there are negotiations, then there will be a greater chance of independence.

Maskhadov took a deep look at the other party, still accepted the order, and made a call on the landline. He didn't know who it was, but he just muttered a few words in Russian and hung up the phone, "They Let's take Dudayev's body to the front and surrender in front of everyone."

Yandarbiyev's face immediately changed color.

What a joke, if you go to the front line, if you get shot black by Dudayev's loyalists, wouldn't you die for nothing? He must be panicking, there is a trace of urgency in his eyes, but after all, he has seen the world, so he should calm down, he and others seem to have no choice but to obey.

"Take the corpse to the front." Yandarbiyev could only say helplessly.

A group of people hurriedly carried the corpse downstairs again, and threw Dudayev in the back pocket of a pickup truck. The former king of Chechnya is now just a corpse that was randomly thrown around. Tomorrow comes sooner.

When we arrived at the front line, we could see the flames flying everywhere. The Russian army was advancing too fast. According to this calculation, Grozny would definitely be captured within two or three hours.

Yandarbiyev looked at the fire in front of him, motioned for the convoy to stop, and then asked someone to call the contact person to let the Russian army attack down. Maskhadov was responsible for the person in charge, but when he called, the other party followed Instead, he exchanged a few pleasantries, which made him feel that something was wrong.

"Sir, when will the fire cease!" Maskhadov was impatient.

There was a moment of silence on the other side, and after about a minute passed, he finally said, "Good luck, goodbye." After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone, and Maskhadov's heart tightened because of the busy tone on the inside. , the right eyebrow twitched, and before he had time to react, he saw a bright light flying in the sky in the distance, and then his feet exploded into pieces!

The missile directly bombed? !

This is the second time someone has locked the coordinates from their phone and let Dudayev die.

They are still too young, who is this business with? There was no defense at all, and they were handed over directly. These were all high-level officials in Chechnya. This was gone, and almost the basic command was broken. Therefore, the Russian army almost rushed into Grozny in a posture of overwhelming momentum!

Grozny, Liberation!

It was so fast, Grachev didn't react, and even Yeltsin was taken aback when he received the call, he couldn't believe it, it was too easy, right? When the employees of the savior company arrived at the scene, they almost only participated in a small battle, and overnight, the city was replaced by the king's banner.

Of course, the employees of the Savior Company first found Ponder Roderick and others. He was really lucky. He was not injured, but the 2 elite Death Squads he led had 7 dead and 2 seriously injured. , This is probably about to be retired. Originally, there were few super elites like umbrellas. Now that the loss is so big, Mist must report to the boss after receiving the news.

"I understand. Take good care of the wounded, psychologically intervene with Pound Roderick and the others, and then give them a long vacation. All pensions will be paid according to the standard." Tang Dao said.

Of course, this pension is not as much as it was when it was first created. If it is one million dollars per person, then I will have to die ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Usually it is 13 months’ salary, plus a "fund" payment , that is, out of Tang's private wallet, about 200,000 US dollars.

The average pension for one person is not less than 400,000 US dollars, which is for a small number of elites.

Tang Dao actually knew that Dudayev was dead, because the system reminded him.

Assassination: Dudayev is a villain, you who are righteous need to carry out the so-called assassination plan, kill this peace-breaking bastard, and a reward will be designated in the system...

Please select a reward.

1. An aircraft within 20 years.

2. A combat unit that existed in a game or novel

3. The monthly sales of a project within the designated company increased by 10.

Tang looked over it, and finally settled on option 2.

I urgently need a fighting force to replenish blood.