"Sir, call me if you need to." The cannon stuck his head out of the window, opened his mouth and handed a business card to Ishuveli, waved his hand, and drove into the street.

Ishuveli looked at the business card in his hand, stuffed it into his pocket, shrugged it up, and turned to walk towards the cabin behind him.

This is the house he bought after making money, at that time the woolly bear had just hung up, the economy collapsed, everyone rushed to despair, he easily bought it for 5,000 rubles, and now it should be able to sell for 70,000 or 80,000 yuan... In rubles, of course.

As soon as he pushed open the outside door and was about to pull out the key, he heard a loud noise.

"Beat him to death! Damn, this bastard dares to grab something, shoot him to death..."

When Ishuveli looked up, he saw four or five Russian teenagers of sixteen or seventeen years old punching and kicking a man who curled up and protected his body, his head covered with snowflakes and his clothes looked very shabby.

"Hey, boys, don't mess around with me, get out." Ishuveli waved his hand, grabbed a shovel for shoveling snow at the door, and shouted with a frown, it would be bad if the matter was big and attracted the police, after all, he was still an arms dealer.

When the boys heard the shouting, they turned their heads, but their eyes were sucked in by the shovel, and after looking at each other, they kicked the homeless man angrily, and left with a curse.

Isuveli glanced at the homeless man who fell to the ground, hesitated, walked over and squatted down, took out a hundred-yuan green coin from the ground and stuffed it into the other party's hand, and without saying anything, he was about to get up, but who knew that the homeless man suddenly spoke, but the audio tape seemed to have been injured, and he had a dull hoarse voice, "Artillery..."

Ishuvel at the foot of a beating, because this is his nickname in the KGB!

He turned around suspiciously, and at this time the other party also looked up, his face was full of beards, there was a scar on the corner of his eyes, and there was a mole on the corner of his mouth, which destroyed the overall coordination, Isuveli always felt a little familiar, and suddenly opened his eyes, "You... It's "Ghost" Isaiah. Hazard! ”

One of the most powerful snipers the KGB has ever had!

The ghost of the Chechen battlefield, sniped forty-five people with an SVD sniper rifle, was awarded the title of Hero of the Soviet Union!

At that time, he was no more than thirty years old, and when he was in high spirits, his eyes were afraid to look at him at that time.

But now...

"Ghosts! You are a ghost. Ishuveli excitedly grabbed the other man's shoulder.

"Once dead..."Isaiah said in a low voice, shaking his head, trying to get up from the ground, and at this time, Ishuveli saw a piece of hard bread in his arms, the other party opened his mouth hungrily and tore it hard, but the bread in Russia can give people blood, how to bite the teeth, can only hear the crunching sound, Isaiah's eyes with a little despair, "I... Just a bum. ”

Ishuveli stared at the other in disbelief.

He and Isaiah had carried out the mission of assassinating traitors together, and the latter at that time made him understand what a strategic sniper is, and the rebels with a gun pressed by more than a hundred did not dare to come forward, and could only watch the leader being kidnapped...

"Don't eat it!" Ishuveli shuddered, he felt that his spirit was collapsing, and slapped the bread on the ground, but Isaiah seemed to be crazy, braved the fierce light, pushed the former away, lay on the ground, held the bread, opened his mouth and bit it, with a little nervousness in his eyes, "No, I'm going to take it back to Yelena, she... It's been a long time since I've eaten. ”

Ishuvelli, who fell to the ground, gritted his teeth, forced the tears in his eyes, red eyes, patted his temper, and pulled Isaiah to the house, "I'll order you takeout, what do you want to eat?" I can afford even a bear's paw! ”

……

"Suck... Sucking ......" Isaiah held the chicken leg in his left hand and the pizza in his right hand and swallowed it in his mouthful, his throat seemed to be full, and he almost choked, and Isuveli was busy handing him water on the side.

Seeing that Isaiah had almost eaten, Ishuveli couldn't help but ask, "Can you tell me what happened?" ”

Isaiah paused for a moment, and after half a sound, he spoke, "After the KGB was disbanded, I was left behind as a GRU sniper instructor, and I also married a beautiful girl and had a very beautiful child. ”

He said this with a little joy in his tone, "Yelena is simply the best gift God has given me, her glasses are like stars, as if they are talking to me, I like to tie her little face with her beard, I like to hear her smile." ”

"And then?"

"Later?" Isaiah's face was pale, and there was pain in his eyes, "I was arrested, they thought I was the remnant of Lao Maozi, removed me from my post, tried me for my crimes, and imprisoned me for two years, and in these two years, they cut off everything I had, my wife worked as a female laborer for others, and finally died of exhaustion in the factory, and my Yelena... She was starved to death! ”

Speaking of this pain, Isaiah finally couldn't help crying, tears overflowing from the tiger's eyes, and he grabbed his head very uncomfortably, "Why! Why can't they help me? Why did they watch my daughter starve to death like this, why did they do this to me, am I not the former hero of this country? Why! ”

He roared excitedly, and took out a fast red box from his jacket pocket, with a star on it, and as soon as Ishuvelli's face jumped, he could already see that he was leading the open box, and there was a medal lying quietly inside, which was very inconsistent with Isaiah himself, this medal was very clean, and even reflective.

"It bears witness to my youth, why can't it make me happy? What do I want him to do? Isaiah's voice trembled, and he finally shouted out all the recent grievances, raised his hand, and made a gesture to smash the heroic medal to the ground.

But after lifting it for a long time, he gently put it down again, put his face on it, and wept silently.

It was worthless, but it was once honor, though it was cold, but it was once a symbol of a fiery faith, and most importantly, it was the only one for Isaiah.

Ishuvelli looked at the other party shrugging his shoulders and crying out, without dissuasion, he has too many grievances, this country... I'm sorry for him!

The most important thing is that there are too many people like Isaiah who have been fighting for their faith for the rest of their lives, they were disbanded when the woolly bear died, and they didn't have a single skill... Unspeakably miserable.

Ishuveli patted him on the shoulder and said in a deep voice, "Come with me, Moscow's tears of disbelief, your life should belong to the battlefield, do you hear it, it's booming, welcome warriors back..."

Isaiah slowly raised his head, his eyes red and swollen, "What did you say?" ”

The word battlefield was too familiar to him, but it was also unfamiliar...

"Come with me to Africa, I'm the CEO of an arms company and I need someone to help me." Ishuveli looked at him with straight eyes, straight to the heart, "Isaiah, do you want the current juniors to see that we have been defeated?" ”

Defeated?

As soon as Isaiah's muscles tightened, he listened to Ishuveli continue, "We want to live, because we were once Heroes of the Soviet Union!" ”

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