Moscow, Russia

The day before Christmas

Lieutenant Anderov slept soundly against the window, and Sergeant Pavchenko in the driver's seat just wanted to take out a sip of vodka when the bottle was snatched away by Lieutenant Anderov, who did not know when he woke up.

"Comrade Lieutenant, are you awake?"

"I remember saying before I left that you weren't allowed to bring alcohol?"

The gray-haired old sergeant, who was already over half a hundred years old, said with a blushing face and a heartbeat: "Comrade Lieutenant, this is not wine, it is water that smells like wine!" It is an oriental product! ”

"Do you think I look like a three-year-old?" The lieutenant handed the flask to Sergei Nepobedime, a veteran of the Soviet era, who laughed and took a sip of vodka, then stuffed the flask into his backpack and said to the driver: "You water, the degree is a bit high!" ”

Then several people in the car began to make fun of each other, and Machiavelli, the machine on the roof of the car, listened to the lively atmosphere in the carriage, and then felt the cold wind blowing in his face, and couldn't help but stomp his feet.

"Markey, come down and take a sip first, warm up!" The veteran has not forgotten this little private, who has only been in the army for six months.

The spacious rear crew compartment of the Tiger armored car can carry 10 people, but the lead car where Lieutenant Anderov is located only has four people, not that the lieutenant does not want to load more, but there are not enough people, their convoy escorting satellite chips has three Tiger armored vehicles, two ten-wheel cargo trucks and two gas jeeps, but the lieutenant's platoon is only twenty-one people. Among them, only the lieutenant is a full-fledged officer, and among the remaining twenty people, there are eight veterans who are over fifty years old, and the remaining twelve are all rookies with eggshells still stuck to their buttocks {veteran language}

"Lieutenant, why are you so serious?" Machiavelli took a small sip of vodka, felt his body warm, and was about to get back into the machine, but Sergei didn't think it was necessary, so he pulled him back.

"I don't know, I'm feeling sick!"

"Why, Lieutenant, do you think anyone will attack us again?" The driver was unimpressed.

"This is Moscow, who would dare to attack us here? Just for a car of satellite chips? ”

"Be careful, tomorrow is Christmas, we still have to run on the road for 18 hours, as long as it is safely delivered, I invite everyone to drink vodka!" The lieutenant carefully checked the map, then said in the communication channel.

"Ulla! Davarich! "The communication channel immediately resounded with the cheers of the soldiers of the convoy.

It's just that what the lieutenant didn't expect was that in the traffic on the other side, an ordinary muscle car slowly followed them.

"Ivan, they're about to go to the bridge, how are you ready?" In the muscle car, a man with a mustache stared coldly at the convoy in the distance and said to the radio in his hand.

"Ready, just waiting for your signal!"

"Wait for them to get on the bridge!"

If Hattie was here, she would be surprised to find out that the mustachioed man was really his older brother, Owen Shaw.

On the Tiger armored car, Lieutenant Androv felt more and more uneasy.

"Report to each car!"

"Car No. 2 is normal!"

"Car No. 3 is normal!"

…………

"Car No. 7 is normal, except that the convoy is followed by a truck pulling goods, but the driver seems to be drunk, and this car is driving a little floating!"

"Drunk?" The lieutenant poked his head out of the window and looked behind him to see a heavy goods truck waddling and waddling. Vaguely, the lieutenant seemed to see the wagon open the door of the rear compartment.

"Be vigilant!"

"Understood!"

The lieutenant, who had just retracted, was still wondering if he could see what the truck had put down, and Pavchenko was already shouting.

"Comrade Lieutenant, there is a situation!"

As soon as Lieutenant Anderov looked up, he saw a strange vehicle with a flat front that resembled a modified F1 car rushing towards it at super speed.

"Machiavelli, warning shot!"

"Yes, Comrade Lieutenant!"

The machine qiāng hand turned the PKM machine on the top of the armored car, and hit the modified car a few times, but the car not only did not leave, but increased its speed.

"Free fire, all personnel, combat readiness!" Lieutenant Anderov grabbed the AKM step qiāng at his feet, made a snap, loaded the step qiāng, and joined the ranks of shooting cars.

The yellow cartridge casings and black chain latches clattered to the floor of the armored car, and Machiavelli was surprised to find that he had hit the entire chain without causing any damage to the modified car, except for knocking out a pile of paint and punching out the driver's glass with a circle of white spots.

"Give me a new chain!" Machiavelli had just stretched out his left hand to Sergei in the carriage, perhaps catching the heavy, sounding sound of the chain box in the next second, when the modified car drove under the Tiger armored car with an indomitable momentum.

The high-speed Tiger armored car flew out as if it had driven onto a jumping platform, and then plunged headlong into the icy river, then the second Gasjeep, the driver hit the steering wheel to the left in horror, and then the Gasjeep flew out and crashed headlong into the lane on the other side of the bridge, and after hitting countless cement piers and cars, it turned into a pile of twisted garbage.

Behind the palace, the Tiger armored car was just about to break away from the convoy and attack the modified car, when the RPG hit the armored car's buttocks, the cargo door on the side of the rickety truck was opened at some point, and a young Mexican man carrying an RPG29 rocket launcher raised a middle finger at the burning armored car.

Then the two muscle cars crossed the truck and leaned towards the last Gasjeep, and the Russian soldiers in the jeep used AKM and AK74U to output at the muscle car, forcing the muscle car away, and then another modified car drove out from the rear, sending the last Gasjeep into the sky.

After the convoy was resolved, the last two ten-wheeled transport trucks were also forced to stop, and the Russian soldiers on the vehicles were also killed.

"Take the chips, and then we'll get out of the way, those stupid cops will have to be over for a long time!"

"Letty, you go and drive, let Ivan carry the box to the trunk!" Owen Xiao put his hand back into his waist and said to a small woman with black hair.

Twenty minutes later, dozens of police cars and more than a hundred Russian federal police with AK47 arrived late, but only the wreckage of the car and the corpse on the bridge remained, after checking the remains of the dead soldiers, the police commanders at the scene were numb in the scalp, these dead Russian soldiers are all security forces affiliated with the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and the goods they escort are also the most important.

"Report upwards! It's not something we can be a part of! ”