The Mi-24 Hind armed transport plane flew at an altitude of several hundred meters, and its extremely fast spinning wings also smashed the pieces of goose feather snow, and then were swept away by the wind pressure formed under the fuselage. The military version of the transport aircraft is never comparable to the civilian version, even the howling wind and snow are still functioning normally, and they are flying quickly towards the intended target.

However, in the cabin, five people wearing Soviet-style military uniforms were also lined up in turn, and each of them also had an obvious haze on their faces, obviously not in a good mood. And the five elite aviation soldiers sitting opposite them were also silently holding the AKM assault rifles in their hands, seemingly unaware.

The helicopter still flew forward, and the pilot's superb handling skills also made the helicopter exceptionally smooth. And in that cabin, a fat officer with a slightly bald forehead seemed to be a little excited, he slowly took out the handkerchief in his pocket, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and platinum neck, but subconsciously glanced at the officer sitting in the middle next to him, coughed lightly and said loudly: "Those damned Yankees, the lackeys of capitalism, the public enemies of the proletariat, will sooner or later be drowned by the torrent of Soviets!"

The Soviet officer sitting on the chair turned his head slightly, there was no expression in his eyes, the corners of his mouth curled up a faint arc, and he did not have the slightest smile. As if he had heard some ridiculous voice, he turned his head slightly to look at the fat officer, and sneered softly: "It seems that you have a different idea, Comrade Bunovsky?"

"I, I think that group of Americans today, is simply too rude to us, that Bunard, the commander-in-chief of the Anchorage Line. Simply a rude rascal!"

The fat face was covered with an uncontrollable cold sweat. The Bunovsky Soviet officer also quickly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief. But when he saw the smile on the corner of the superior's mouth, he couldn't help but tremble heavily in his heart, and his hands trembled, and even the handkerchief had to be held tightly in his hand. And he still forcibly swallowed a mouthful of spit, and seemed to be quite excited, and shouted: "We must teach them a lesson!" ”

He looked at the superior in front of him, and his trembling gaze swept to the red star on the chest of the officer in front of him, which made him even more unable to help but swallow and spit at the mouth. But the cold sweat on his forehead also came out more and more in the greasy skin. He knew what kind of rights this young man from the Moscow Suppression Committee and even the top of the CPSU had to do.

"Comrade Plunyakov, we will get the final victory!"

The cold sweat on his forehead became more and more flared, and he also clenched his hand and waved it heavily, as if to cheer himself up, as if to give an encouragement. But his legs were jumping rapidly, trembling as if from the deepest fear, which made his voice mute, and even he could hear the hidden insolence inside: "Everything... Everything only in the name of the Soviets. Victory will belong to... Belong to communism! ”

"The ultimate victory? Oh, Comrade Bunovsky. That doesn't seem right, right? ”

The chuckle on the corner of his mouth became more and more mocking, the superior slowly raised the big-brimmed hat on his head, and Prenyakov's face had already appeared in the cabin, and he glanced at the Soviet officers and aviation elites who didn't know anything as if they didn't know anything, and were still sitting peacefully like stone men, and couldn't help but chuckle and said: "Aren't you and that guy Bunal talking about the sunshine of Hawaii, the beauties of Las Vegas, and the manors in the suburbs of New York?" ”

Prenyakov's words were like a bolt from the blue, making the cold sweat on the face of the obese Bunovsky appear more and more on his forehead. Although his trembling hands were still wiping, the cold sweat had penetrated even the lining of his wool, and his fat lips wanted to say something, but his eyes looked at the officers sitting together on both sides like a pleading, and his voice seemed to be pleading: "I... We..."

"You had a great conversation, didn't you?"

The smile on his lips had become more and more upturned, and Prenyakov's eyes looked at the officers beside him, but they were still as motionless as stone men, and they knew the power struggle so well that they didn't even blink their eyes. But if you look closely at their foreheads, you can also find that the circles of cold sweat keep flowing down, but they dare not wipe them at will. This made Prenyakov feel satisfied, he had already got the result he wanted, and his head turned to Nabunovsky, and he nodded softly: "You are no longer pure, you no longer have a noble party membership." ”

"No, no, no, it shouldn't be like this, Comrade Prenyakov, for the sake of my uncle's status as the political commissar of the Bering Strait theater of operations, let me go, everything I and the old Bunar did not harm the interests of the Soviets!"

The fat Bunofsky's eyes widened instantly, a trace of fog had already appeared in his eye sockets, and a certain despair had appeared in the depths of his eyes, even making him slowly tremble his hands, wanting to stand up and grab the armrest of the cabin, and use body language to express the language that he couldn't say at all, but before he could fully stand in the cabin, he had already found that the five elite aviation troops sitting opposite him also stood up, and the AKM assault rifles in their hands were already aimed at him.

"Without harming the interests of the Soviets?"

With one hand pushing away the elite of the aviation forces blocking him in front of him, Plunyakov had already stood up, and the excellent pilot seemed to have already understood the current situation, and the helicopter he piloted flew quite smoothly. This allowed Prenyakov to walk forward with confidence, and at the same time, the Makarov semi-automatic pistol in his hand had been slowly raised, aimed at Bunovsky's expressionless face and said: "But why, would you leak my specific information to that cunning fox-like guy in Bunaar?" He paused, and there was a little anger in his tone, and the muzzle of the gun had already been pressed against the fat head full of cold sweat with his footsteps, and said angrily: "Otherwise, you think I will talk to old Bunard so emotionally?" It's not you who made me lose the initiative! ”

The crisp sound of gunfire had already appeared in the helicopter, and at the open hatch behind it, a fat body also whistled and smashed down the snow, disappearing into the mountains. Only an indifferent voice seemed to be giving orders, which filled the entire helicopter with a suppressed and solemn feeling: "Back to the Queen Charlotte Islands, we must act quickly and eliminate those little bugs hiding in the mountains as soon as possible." (To be continued.) )