() "Grenades!" After a terrible scream, the shockwave rushed out of the room mixed with rubble and plasma stumps.

Most of these soldiers who acted with Zakaev were not good at stubble, most of them were guys who retired from the special forces of various countries for various reasons, some because they raped their comrades, some were suspected of reselling arms, and there were even a few guys from Russian vyms, they had the audacity to rob a oligarch in Russia, and they also offered 6 billion rubles, you must know that although the ruble depreciated badly after the collapse of the Soviet Union, even if the Russian government's recent economic recovery this year, the exchange rate is still not high, But 6 billion rubles are still worth more than 600 million US dollars, and this group of daring robbers even alarmed Putin, and the new Russian Tsar, who is high at the top of the Kremlin, issued an order that the task of rescuing the hostages must be completed cleanly, so Russia dispatched Alpha special forces, these guys saw that the situation was not good, and immediately ran, and finally luckily picked up a life.

"Damn, are we going to die here today?" An outlaw mustachioed man carried a Famas's assault rifle and fired a long shot outward, and then the Czech next to him also threw a grenade over, and then there was a scream from the end of the corridor, and before the smoke and dust cleared, the Czech grabbed the CZ508 rifle in his hand and suddenly saw a shuttle, and there were several sounds of heavy objects falling to the ground in the smoke.

"Haha, do you see, mustache, I killed four!" The Czechs were excited to stand up when a bullet hit him in the chest, and if he hadn't been wearing Kelarf's body armor, the shot would have killed him.

"You guy!" The French mustache got up and knocked down the Ukrainian soldiers who rushed to reinforce them, while throwing another grenade to block the enemy behind.

"Ahem, I'm fine!" The Czechs coughed a few times, then sat up, pulled open Kehraf's body armor, and tore open the clothes on his chest, realizing that he had a large patch of red on his chest.

"Alright, let's go!" The Frenchman breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out his right hand to his old friend, and just when the Czechs just put his hand on his hand, another gunshot rang out, this time it was a Frenchman, his head exploded like a hammered watermelon, the red and white liquid spewed out like a salute flower, and the eyes of the Czech, who was drenched in the blood of his companion, instantly turned red, he grabbed his rifle and got up to avenge his companion, but before he could get up, after the second explosive gunshot, his body exploded again.

"Clear!" Aaron emerged from the other side of the corridor with a shield in his left hand and a gun in his right, with a half-crouched body behind him a soap armed with a four-eye night vision device, an A1 under-hanging 03 grenade launcher in his hand, and a Glock pistol stuck in his waist.

"Ann!" Soap probe glanced at the two corpses on the other side of the hallway, still spurting blood, these two guys killed at least 30 Ukrainian soldiers, and if Aaron and Soap hadn't arrived in time, there might have been many more people killed.

"You can move on!" Soap scanned the corridor with infrared light and found that there were no living people in the hallway.

"These guys are professional, how did Zakaev find them!" Aaron took a few cautious steps forward as he turned on the pulse, only to take a step when Soapeye grabbed him by the shoulder.

"What's wrong?" Aaron was puzzled, but remained motionless.

"Below!" Soap pointed at Aaron's feet, who slowly put his feet back in place, leaned down, and swept his flashlight to find a thin wire rope in a piece of ruin.

"I really don't let anyone go when I die!" Aaron put the gun back in his holster, then pulled out his pliers and cut them down with a clatter.

"Attention, those guys have set up tricks, tell them all to be careful!" Soap watched Aaron throw the grenade into the utility room next to him, and with a bang, he exploded a pile of broken papers, and hurriedly reminded him in the communication.

Confirming that the others had received it, the two continued to move forward in the smoke and dust, walking and walking, when suddenly a guy sat up in the pile of corpses, he was covered in dust, and blood was constantly flowing down his body, and he saw Aaron and Soap with a shield coming over, this guy yelled, grabbed the PK gun next to him and pulled the trigger on Aaron.

"Soap, press him to beat!" Aaron knelt down against the shield, Soap squatted tightly behind Aaron, raised the A1 in his hand, and shot a full magazine at the guy with the posture of shooting the black Shu Faith Faith, and a full thirty rounds of 5.56 bullets shot into his body without reservation, and he burst out blood flowers while shaking his body.

"Solve another one!" As he passed by the guy, Aaron took a look at his body and found that he still had a dog tag around his neck.

"The 1st Division of the US Army? Arles? Laid-off and re-employed! Ripping off the tag and stuffing it in his pocket, Aaron moved on.

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"Are you alright?" Zakhaev walked through the door, threw his finished rifle on the table, and pulled Tolson by the collar.

"It's going to take another three minutes!" Tolson didn't even look at Zakhaev, his eyes fixed on the computer screen, constantly tapping on the keyboard, countless streams of data swiping across the computer screen.

"Three minutes, those guys are coming in in less than a minute, I'll give you a minute!"

"No, this minute is just to break through the firewall, and it will take three minutes to launch the program, and I just watched it, and that big Ivan can't be launched at all!" Tolson said.

"What? How can it be? ”

"Those Ukrainian lazy pigs haven't maintained this thing at all, I just looked at it, and its launch program is down! However, there are still two small tactical nuclear bombs that can be launched! Tolson picked up his computer, "And once the firewall is broken, the rest of the program can be done through my computer!" ”

"Haha, well done, Mr. Tolson, I owe you a bottle of vodka!" A smile flashed on Zakhaev's originally gloomy face, he didn't care, as long as it was a nuclear bomb, an ordinary tactical nuclear bomb would be enough for those guys to drink!

"Now how are we going to get out?"

"Wait a minute, our reinforcements are on the way!" The officer pulled out a small locator with two flashing red dots, one fixed and the other rapidly approaching the immovable red dot.

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"Attention, there is an unknown helicopter approaching!"