Yakov can be regarded as a son of his father's business, before the collapse of the former Soviet Union, his father Chomchka served in the KGB, until the early nineties of the last century, the collapse of the Federation officially separated from the once unheard of organization. Chomchka is a very talkative former KGB agent, and after retiring, he has not shy away from mentioning the years of the Jin Ge Iron Horse in front of his son, but every time he mentions the Chinese man codenamed "Red Fox", he will be silent for a long time - too many comrades-in-arms died in the hands of that devil-like man, until now, the old Chomchka still has a warhead stuck in his lumbar spine, which is the "memorial" left to him by the Chinese agent named "Red Fox" on the Russian-Chinese border.

Yakov did not know what the name "Red Fox" meant when he was young, and it was not until he was ordered to transfer from the "Alpha" special forces to what is now the Federal National Security Service that he learned the humiliation and solemnity of the name.

Ninety-nine percent matched, and Chinese, Yakov suddenly felt that the matter in front of him did not seem to be as simple as he imagined. But why did the descendants of the "Red Fox" get mixed up with the agents of the French "swimming pool"? What exactly did they want? When they thought of that French bastard, Yakov hated him with bitter hatred -- three years ago, the hateful Frenchman deceived him into going all over the place, and finally stole information and made him carry the black pot, otherwise with Yakov's ability and qualifications, how could he be just the leader of an action group?

"Don't report this matter for now, I'll talk about it when I find out!" Yakov closed the information, tucked it under his armpit, and said to his subordinates, "It's likely that there is a problem with the new instrument, send the DNA to the lab, and I will see the detailed report tonight." Remember, don't make a noise, or you'll ......" Yakov glanced at his subordinates, and the young subordinates were suddenly silent, they had all heard of Yakov's murderous name, and when he was in the "Alpha" commando, he once set a dazzling record of killing a nest of Chechen terrorists by one person. If you are really targeted by this killing god, you will definitely not have a good life.

Seeing Yakov enter the elevator, his subordinates breathed a sigh of relief: "God, he is much more terrifying than the red fox!"

George, the French prodigal son who was remembered by Yakov, drove a Chinese-made Haval off-road, and the singing voice of the popular R&B singer came from the radio, and his body shook slightly with the rhythm, as if the nervous French young man had stepped out of the shadow of his bed partner being shot.

"Third uncle, the cars you produce in China are much better than those in France!" said George, shaking his head.

Li Yundao sat in the passenger seat, still thinking about how to rescue He Dahai, and didn't hear George's words clearly, just looked at the street scene outside the window, and sighed.

Seeing that he was absent-minded, George knew that he should be planning the next rescue plan, and did not bother him, and turned the radio to a news frequency.

"It's strange that the police came so fast, why didn't they even have a news report?" George suddenly switched his French to Chinese and scolded, "Oops, being targeted by that unlucky guy will stop eating completely......"

"What's wrong?" his movements interrupted Li Yundao's train of thought.

"Just now the police came quickly, but there was no movement in the news, this kind of news, the media in Moscow will definitely not let go, unless someone intervenes......"

"Security Bureau?" Li Yundao frowned and looked at him, "It doesn't make sense, this kind of normal criminal case ......" Li Yundao suddenly changed his words and asked, "What identity did you use when you entered the country?"

George shrugged, reached for a travel bag from the back seat, and pulled out a dozen passports: "I forgot which one I used, so many......"

Li Yundao smiled bitterly: "You have a holiday with the Russians?"

George thought for a moment and said, "It's not a holiday, it's just...... Hey...... I played a little trick on them a few years ago, and I was still working for the 'swimming pool' at that time, so I should have ......."

Before the words were finished, there was a "boom", and the body trembled violently, and the heads of the two people collided on the headrests in unison.

"Wow......" George's national scolding was not over, and the body trembled again.

"George, speed up, it's not good!"

George didn't say a word, stepped on the clutch to shift gears, stepped on the accelerator, and the body suddenly rushed out.

In the rearview mirror was a huge Humvee off-road, and when they accelerated, the engine of the Humvee did not hesitate to roar and chase after them.

George's driving skills are not bad, but the 2.0 displacement Haval off-road is still significantly inferior to the 5.3 displacement Hummer in horsepower, in just a few minutes, the rear of the car was bombarded by the opponent several times, and the door of the trunk of the off-road vehicle has been ripped out.

"Bow your head!" Li Yundao suddenly pressed George's head on the steering wheel, and before he could react, a shuttle bullet had already flown past his scalp.

"George, RPG, change me to drive!" Li Yundao had never used an RPG rocket launcher, and immediately swapped places with George.

George leaned over, rubbed his head that had been grazed by the bullet, bared his teeth and laughed maniacally, simply climbed into the back seat, pulled out the RPG launcher, and expertly pressed the bullet: "Boom, go to hell!"

After the warhead flew out, the huge after-action force pushed George directly to the back of the front seat, and there was a loud "boom", and through the thick smoke in the car, you could vaguely see the Humvee door that was blown into the air.

"Hahaha, let you hit me!" George choked on the smoke from the RPG launch and coughed, but his expression was extremely excited, as if the RPG launcher on his shoulder was the favorite of this French prodigal.

Li Yundao opened the window, the smoke in the car finally cleared, and the Humvee could be seen in the rearview mirror in the distance.

"Haha, beautiful!" George happily expressed his excitement in his native language, but soon his eyes widened again, pointing to the red and blue swaying headlights not far away, "They show up at this time, and the latest ones are usually the police." ”

Li Yundao looked at the police # lamp that never disappeared, and frowned: "It seems to be targeted." ”

George smiled: "Don't worry, the police in Moscow are not your colleagues in Beijing, they don't work so hard." ”

Sure enough, after chasing for a few blocks, the police car was nowhere to be seen.

Li Yundao also slowed down and looked at the environment on the side of the road -- just now, the situation was urgent, and he only relied on his first impression of the map of Moscow to drive into the slums that ordinary Muscovites had never wanted to enter.

Every city has a place where it's dirty, chaotic, full of gangs, but it also means something else: there is no official surveillance, no police, and no agents of the Security Service.