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Molov sat in the back seat of a military jeep, spitting dirty and slightly drunk on the stacks of dollar bills.

"Don't worry, I'll have the final say in this area! With me escorting you to the border of country H, there is no problem with it! Don't be heartbroken about this amount of money, I charge very fairly, you look at my brothers, they all have to eat and drink......"

Shamiri was not in the mood to listen to the fat pig next to him boasting, so he picked up the satellite phone and dialed Natasha's number again.

Unfortunately, it was still a busy beep on the other end.

When I dialed the phone of the bodyguard captain again, it was still the same, and there was no response.

Something went wrong.

He still couldn't believe that the 12 bodyguards brought by Natasha were all experienced veterans, most of them were fighters who crawled out of the dead pile in Grozny, and none of them could escape.

Could it be that the Russian side made a move?

After the Chechen War, Shamili followed Andrei into exile, escaping the GRU and Vympel special forces.

The current Russian strongman leadership once openly declared that forgiving them is God's business, and our job is to send them to God.

However, country J has always been disgusted with Russia's interference in its own country's internal affairs, so it has always refused to allow Russia to send special forces into its territory to assassinate terrorists, which is why Natasha dared to come to Sttuva with 12 bodyguards to trade.

Now it seems that perhaps the Russian government has finally lost patience with the reaction of country J and directly sent special forces to infiltrate the territory to carry out the mission.

"Petroyev, Dzhokhar, pay attention to the surrounding situation, I guess it's the Russian special forces ......"

The roofs of both Ural trucks were staffed with people wearing night vision devices to observe the surroundings, and Petroyev and Dzhokhar were the guards responsible for the roof guards.

Shamiri picked up the walkie-talkie and informed his men.

"Don't worry! Don't be nervous, we are border guards, no one dares to provoke us......" Molov looked at Shamiri, who was a little nervous, and couldn't help but be reassured, "Besides, my brother-in-law is still the commander of the military division......"

Shamili did not hear the response of Petroyev and Dzhokhar coming from the intercom.

"Petroyev, Dzhokhar...... Hear it, please answer! ”

Still quiet.

Shamiri's heart was shocked, and he stretched out his head to look in the rearview mirror of the SUV, and the roof seemed to be empty under the flickering lights......

Like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, he suddenly yelled, "Stop! Stop the car! There is an ambush! There is an ambush! ”

The car squeaked to a halt on the mountain road, and Molov was caught off guard and hit his head on the seat in front of him, and the lockbox on his lap rolled to the ground, spilling a cart of cash.

"Don't be nervous......"

He was a little annoyed and wanted to reprimand Shamiri, wasn't that good? What nerves do you have all of a sudden!?

None of the madmen in Chechnya are normal!

As soon as the car was steady, Shamiri slammed the door open and tried to get out of the car.

One foot had just reached out of the car, when suddenly the whole person fell back into the car.

Something shot into the interior panels of the roof.

Something splashed in the cab, and before Molov could react to what had happened, his face was covered with a sticky face.

He subconsciously touched his face, and what he touched was something soft and collapsed like tofu, and he reached out to wait in the car to take a look, his hands were full of bright red blood, and some gray brains.

Looking at Shamili next to him, Molov felt a heat in his crotch and almost didn't pee.

Half of Shamiri's head was gone, and his eyes popped out of his sockets, with only a few nerves and veins sticking together, dangling under his knees, like colored balls on a Christmas tree......

"Oh God"

Like a frightened lice, Molov almost jumped to the ground, frantically slamming the driver's seat in front of him with his fat hand.

"Drive! Drive! Get out of here! ”

The driver slammed on the accelerator, the engine rumbled, and the wheels squeaked and idled a few times in the sand, slamming forward.

A bullet went straight into the hood, pierced the iron sheet on the surface, and entered the engine.

The jet-black engine oil sprayed out, directly pasting the windshield into a black patch.

The driver couldn't see the road clearly, so he directly knocked a soldier in front of him who jumped out of the car and fled, and then the direction was crooked, and he hit the rear bumper of the car in front of him.

Molov's fat head slammed into the seat in front of him again, Venus flew up, his tongue accidentally knocked out by his teeth, and his mouth was full of blood, dripping down.

He couldn't care so much about it, and the first thing that came to his mind was the dollar bills.

Now he suddenly realized that he really should lose weight, and when he bent down to pick up the dollar bills that had fallen on the ground, the round fat on his stomach made him panting, and life was worse than death.

Stuffing the blood-stained and brain-stained bills back into his suitcase, Molov crawled out of the car on the floor like a dog.

Gunfire began to erupt one after another, interspersed with a low thud in between.

Molov lay on the ground, dragging his suitcase and crawling into the ditch under the roadside, and through the bottom of the car, he saw several ghost-like figures appear on the side of the road, constantly alternating shots and charging in this direction.

One by one, his men and Shamiri's men fell, like leeks cut by a sickle.

A bloodied Chechen soldier fell in front of him, his face facing Morov's, a third of his forehead missing, and Molov could even see the sparse brains in his skull and his features torn open like wax figures, steaming in the cold early morning temperatures.

"Oh! God"

He screamed again, and the three souls and seven spirits were scattered in shock, and feces and urine flew in the crotch of his pants.

It must be the special forces of the Russian army!

The frightened thought flashed through his mind like a thunderbolt shattering the dark and quiet sky.

Those madmen finally made a move, and they actually went directly into the territory of country J.

"I surrender! I give up! Don't kill me! I am the commander of the border guards, Lieutenant Colonel Molov, I am an officer, I am a member of the government of country J! My brother-in-law is Major General of the Military Division, Togolok Kreich Shamer Kanov! Don't kill me! ”

The gunfire quickly subsided, and Molov slammed his head to the ground, making a mess.

Rustle

The sound of military boots on the sand came towards him.

Someone leaned down and asked in pure Russian next to his head: "Say it again, who is your brother-in-law?" ”

"Major General of the Army Division, Togolok, Kreich, Shamer Kanov!"

He closed his eyes as if he wasn't standing next to a member of the special forces,

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