When Galabel and Kirov left the office, Kosov glanced at Ivankov, who was sitting opposite, and said, "They're your people, you can do it yourself." ”

Ivankov glanced at Hou Wenjun on the other side and said, "Okay, no one can stay who knows Mr. Hou's identity." And of course, your Asian mercenaries. ”

Hou Wenjun nodded, picked up the coffee on the table, tasted it gently, and said, "I have no opinion, but Ivan, your coffee should also be changed." Blue Mountain, Blue Mountain coffee is good, I will build yì you for Blue Mountain coffee. ”

Ivankov looked at the frowning Hou Wenjun and laughed, "How about trying my Cuban cigars?" It's the only thing that can be praised in the hands of those idiots in South America. As he spoke, he took out the note on his body with his Istanbul bank account and looked at it before getting up and walking back to his desk and pulling out a box of Cuban cigars that he had treasured for a long time.

Kosov just stared at Hou Wenjun and spoke, Hou Wenjun had passed, he was waiting for his share of the reward.

Hou Wenjun took the cigar handed by Ivankov, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, and said, "It's a first-class product, but the next time Ivan has the opportunity, I invite you to try a Cuban cigar for two thousand dollars, and each tobacco leaf is rubbed out on the virgin's thigh." As he spoke, he picked up the paper and pen on the table, wrote down another bank account, and handed it to Kosov.

Looking at the greedy eyes of Kosov and Ivankov, who took the note and smiled, Hou Wenjun laughed again and said, "Don't worry, this five million is just a meeting gift." There is a better life waiting for you. ”

Kosov and Ivankov also laughed happily when they heard Hou Wenjun's joke, they were fed up with the rotten Soviet Union. The USSR is no longer the object of their service, and in the future they will only serve themselves.

At 5 o'clock in the morning, the Ukrainian sky was still dark, and Galabel led his subordinate Lieutenant Kikov and others to the suburbs to secretly hold Hou Wenjun's stronghold. Just now in Ivankov's office, he received an order to rescue Hou Wenjun's men and eliminate Chekov and others.

Chekov stood at the door of the villa and looked at the cars coming in the distance, a smile on his lips. This time their mission was done very beautifully, and he was waiting for the award or promotion order from Gallabel.

Waiting for the car to drive to the door, Chekov enthusiastically helped Galabel pull the open door, hugged Galabel who got out of the car, and said, "Man, congratulations to you and myself, this time we did a good job." What did Director Ivankov say? You know I've been a lieutenant colonel for five years, so I think I should be promoted to a higher rank. ”

Looking at Chekov with an excited face. After saying sorry to himself, Garabel looked at him with a somewhat changed smile on his face and said, "Man, I think we'd better go inside and talk." With that, he took the lead and walked into the villa.

Chekov, who did not suspect him, smiled and followed Galabel into the villa gate. Yes, he felt the pressure of life anymore. He must do everything he can to get a promotion and raise his salary so that his family can continue to live a decent life.

Garabel walked into the hall of the villa, looked at the guards around him, and then said to Chekov beside him, "Bring the prisoners here, the superiors need them." You let all of them into the house, and I'll need to explain to them a little bit of action. ”

Chekov smiled and glanced at the adjutant beside him and said, "Follow the order of Comrade Galabel, faster." ”

The adjutant, hearing Chekov's words, trotted to carry out Chekov's order.

Garabell touched a pack of cigarettes on his body and handed one to Chekov before he continued: "The superiors are very satisfied with our mission this time, Chekov and I. Watch out for your back. As he spoke, Galabel suddenly stared behind Chekov and said.

Chekov, who thought there was something behind him, had just turned around and looked at the empty fireplace behind him when he felt a pain in his back and lost consciousness. Galabel slowly pulled the dagger from Chekov's back, looked at the blood on the dagger, hugged Chekov's limp body, and gently whispered in his ear, "I'm sorry, my buddy." After saying that, he slowly let go of Chekov's corpse, allowing his corpse to slowly slide off against his body.

Chekov's adjutant escorted Hou Wenjun's mercenaries into the hall, looked at Chekov's corpse on the ground, and was stunned for a long time before he saluted Galabel and said, "Report, Comrade Galabel, you are going to bring the prisoner." As he spoke, he looked at the corpse on the ground again, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Comrade Chekov? ”

Garabel nodded sternly, looked at the five Asians who were brought into the hall, and said, "What about the other one?" ”

The adjutant looked at Garabel cautiously and smiled, "There is another person who has died because of his injuries." ”

Garabel nodded in satisfaction, patted the adjutant on the shoulder, and said, "Okay, your task is complete." Now all assemble and I announce a command. ”

The 20 fighters brought by Chekov began to consciously assemble after hearing Galabel's order, after all, Chekov died too suddenly. And it was Garabell who killed it with his own hands. Even those who have the heart of revenge do not dare to act rashly until they find out the specific situation.

The adjutant suddenly saw a black shadow flashing outside the window, and when he thought of something, he immediately took out the pistol on his waist and shot at Galabel in front of him.

Seeing the adjutant's movements, Garabel shrewdly dodged the adjutant's shooting. He has also been on the lookout for possible retaliation from Chekov's team on the other side.

The lieutenant's gunfire was like a signal, and Kirov and the others brought by Galabel immediately took their guns and began to shoot at the people gathered in the hall. Chekov's men, who had long been ready to take revenge, also fought back with the sound of the adjutant's gunfire.

The two groups of men and horses engaged in a fierce exchange of fire in the hall of nearly 200 square meters on the first floor of the villa, which was a sudden and premeditated battle. In less than 30 seconds, the entire first floor of the villa was riddled with bullet holes.

Of course, after all, those who dared to take revenge were in the minority, and most of the unprepared soldiers of Chekov's team fell to the ground in the space of thirty seconds. Although Galabel escaped the shooting of the adjutant, he still could not dodge the follow-up shooting, and Galabel, who was shot multiple times, followed his old buddy Chekov. fell into this villa.

The unluckiest group of men in the battle was the group of mercenaries under Wen Jun, who were unarmed and locked up by the iron wings, and were retaliated by Chekov's men.

Except for Tok, who was the best in the group, who was lucky enough to dodge strafing and stray bullets fired by both sides, the other four were hit by stray bullets even if they dodged strafing. All four died on the spot.

The battle continued, and the adjutant did not know that the dark shadow flashing outside the window was not Garabel's man, and that Galabel, who had been seriously injured and fell to the ground, did not know that there was another assault party lurking outside the villa. (To be continued.) )

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