Sun Yuan was like a bird spreading its wings in the air, flying towards the helicopter and reaching out to grab the helicopter's foot.

On the helicopter, Liu Zijin reached out and pulled Sun Yuan, who was hanging on the helicopter footrest, onto the plane, and then smacked him on the shoulder with his fist.

With the relationship between Sun Yuan and Liu Zijin, if you don't need to thank too much at all, a simple action can explain everything, and it would be hypocritical to say "thank you" between them.

On the helicopter, Mei Qingwei used a satellite phone to report to Zhu Zhiyang about the situation on his side.

After learning of Umarov's successful arrest, the Russian side immediately submitted an extradition request to Samba.

In the face of Russia, one of the "five hooligans" of the United Nations, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Samba naturally did not have any objection to the extradition request, and extradited Umarov back to Russia on the same day.

As soon as the plane landed at the airport, Umarov, wearing a black hood, was taken away by agents of the Foreign Intelligence Service of the Russian Federal Security Service, who were already waiting at the airport.

The predecessor of the Russian Federal Security Service was the KGB (the former Soviet National Security Council), which was called the existence of the "world's four major intelligence organizations" along with the CIA, MI6, and the Mossad.

After escorting Umarov into the car, a man in a black windbreaker walked up to Mei Qingwei, took off his gloves, stretched out his hand to Mei Qingwei, and said, "Thank you for your help, we will pry all his secrets out of that guy's mouth as soon as possible." ”

The temperature in Russia is still cold, the roof of the house next to the tarmac for ground crew to take a temporary rest, covered with white snow, the eaves are hung with crystal clear icicles, and several ground crew members are around the brazier and are baking the fire, drinking a sip of high vodka from time to time to keep warm.

In cold Russia, vodka is almost a must-have for winter, and Russians don't drink a lot of alcohol, whether it's a man or a woman, almost a few sips.

A ground crew member who was roasting the fire in the room saw the members of the tactical C group standing on the apron, and shook the flask in his hand at them, causing the five people of the tactical C group to wave their hands again and again.

The ground crew looked at the five people who waved their hands and refused one after another, and immediately burst out laughing.

"It's a good thing you refused his invitation, otherwise you would have all five of you drunk unconscious." Ilo parked a jeep in front of the five members of Tactical Group C, rolled down the window and held out his hand to them, "Welcome back to winter from summer." ”

"The weather here makes me suddenly miss the South American sun." Sun Yuan exhaled a mouthful of white mist and said.

"In that case, you can take a plane and take a day trip to that slum, where I think the militants will welcome you." Li Ran patted Sun Yuan's shoulder and joked.

Sun Yuan: "......"

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Federal Security Service of the Russian Federation, interrogation room of the Foreign Intelligence Service.

After Umarov was brought back from the airport, he was held here.

The interrogation room is a fully enclosed structure, and the walls around it are all reinforced concrete structures with a thickness of 30 centimeters.

The interrogation room is fifty or sixty square meters in size, and there is a table at the very front of the interrogation room, and next to the table is a table lamp, which is the only light source in the entire interrogation room. In addition to this table, there was a bed, a chair and an iron bucket in the interrogation room.

Umarov was pressed into a chair, and two Foreign Intelligence Service agents pulled off the black cloth cover from his head after handcuffing his hands against the chair.

As soon as the black cloth cover on Umarov's head was torn off, a blinding light shone into his eyes, piercing him so much that he couldn't open them at all. Umarov tried to block out the glare of the glare in front of him with his hands, but the handcuffs on his wrists kept him from moving.

The 100-watt electric light shone at Umarov for five minutes before it was removed.

As soon as the light in front of him was removed, Umarov only felt that there were countless fine points of light beating in front of him, and he couldn't see what was in front of him at all, and after a long while, when Umarov's eyes were completely adjusted to the environment in the interrogation room, he saw clearly that there were three people sitting behind the table in front of him.

"Vasillet? Umarov, we finally met. ”

The man who sat in the middle of the seat and had a relationship with Mei Qingwei at the airport picked up a large bottle of mineral water on the table, stood up and walked to the front of the table, leaned on the table, unscrewed the mineral water bottle in his hand, took a sip, and said to Umarov: "You are on the wanted list of the Foreign Intelligence Agency, but you are on the list, and today you can finally talk face-to-face like this." Let me introduce myself, my name is Melcha......"

'Melcha?' Orc 'Melcha!? ”

Hearing the words "Melcha", there was obviously a trace of jealousy in Umarov's eyes, and it could even be said to be fear.

In the Foreign Intelligence Service of the FSB, Melcha is definitely a ruthless person.

The 45-year-old Melcha used to be the chief instructor of the "Beast Prisoner of War Camp" of the "Vympel" special forces, and single-handedly compiled the training syllabus of the "Beast Prisoner of War Camp".

Basically, the content of the "Vympel" special forces prisoner of war training has also been revised and formulated on the basis of the training syllabus compiled by Melcha.

"Orcs? It's been a long time since no one called me 'Orc', and I'm kind of nostalgic for that name. Melcha smiled at Umarov and said, "Since you know who I am, then you should also know my methods, what I want to know, no one can hide the past." ”

Although Melcha was smiling and talking to himself, but at this time, in Umarov's eyes, the smile on Melcha's face was tantamount to Satan's smile, and what was hidden behind his smile was definitely a demonic method.

Suddenly, the momentum on Melcha's body changed, and a terrifying aura emanated from his whole body, and his eyes like beasts stared at Umarov, and he asked in a cold voice: "Tell me, where is Angilekov hiding?!"