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Budapest

"The unbreakable union of free republics, great Russia is forever united! Hooray, a united, powerful Soviet union established by the will of the people............" In the luxurious hotel suite, bursts of cyan smoke rose from time to time, Makarov leaned on the sofa, the cigar in his hand was still burning slowly, and the television was still broadcasting the various evaluations of several so-called former military leaders about the execution that had just been executed, Makarov listened quietly, until the cigar burned out and his fingers were burned.

"Sukabule!" He ripped open the collar, grabbed the vodka on the table, poured himself a full glass, drank it all, Makarov still didn't feel satisfied, he threw the glass far away, grabbed the bottle and poured high-purity liquor into his mouth, the wine stayed along his neck, and soon wet his white shirt.

After drinking a bottle of wine, Makarov felt more comfortable, and he leaned his head against the wall, but the words that Zakhaev had said to him all these years kept coming to mind.

I still remember that it was a cold winter, in Chernobyl, Zakayev, who had a broken arm covered in blood, jumped into the jeep in embarrassment, when Makarov was still panicked looking for bandages everywhere to try to help him stop the bleeding, but Zakhaev still looked like an understatement, so Zakhaev gained a little fan brother, a successor, yes, the successor, compared to his son, Zakaev is more optimistic about Makarov, not because of anything else, as a father, Zakaev is very aware of his son's flaws, Irascible and overly upright, Viktor Zakhaev's character was such that he could be a good general, not a commander who coordinated the overall situation.

Thinking about it, Makarov couldn't help but burst into tears, Zakhaev was not just a leader for him, he was also Makarov's spiritual mentor, his family.

"Knock knock, knock knock!" While Makarov was still immersed in grief, there was a sudden rhythmic knock on the door of the suite.

"Come in, the door is unlocked!" Makarov wiped away his tears and calmed down after saying.

The door was gently pushed open, and a man in a thick trench coat, a black cap, and a cane walked in.

"Vodka, this is not for sad times, do you want to try the Scotch whisky I brought?" The man in the trench coat took off his coat and hat, and took out a small wine bottle from his pocket, in which the yellowish liquid was dangling.

"Okay!" Makarov pressed the button at hand, and in a few moments a waitress came up, skilfully swept away the broken glass in the room, then took out two new cups and put them on the table, and turned over again.

"On behalf of Professor Moriarty, I would like to express my condolences on behalf of Professor Moriarty for what happened to Mr. Zakayev, and rest assured that our partnership remains the same!" The man in the trench coat raised his glass and drank it down.

"The partnership remains the same! Hehe, Mr. Sebastian Moran, tell me, what is our partnership, your cooperation is to let Mr. Zakaev die, right? ”

"I'm sorry, it was our mistake, and we didn't expect the British special forces to be there!"

"Mistake, it seems to me that you did it on purpose, as soon as Zakaev dies, your professor can take over Zakayev's power, and that's exactly what he is doing now, isn't he?" Makarov snapped a glass of wine, then pulled out a stack of photos and threw them on the table.

"This is evidence that your men have bought off my shitty men! Now, is there anything else to say? ”

"Yes, that's right, we're taking over your power, so what?" Sebastian Moran leaned back on the sofa angrily and posed as Erlang's legs, "As soon as Zakayev dies, you will be a mess of scattered sand, and even NATO has withdrawn its pursuit of you, because they think you can't become a climate, if we don't make a move, within three months, your subordinates will be eaten clean by the local gangsters, what do you say?" ”

"In that case, why don't you give me a shot too, so that it will be more convenient for you to receive, isn't it?" Makarov raised his right hand, retracted his ring finger and little thumb, and made a shooting pose.

"Because we are still partners, the professor said that your power will return to your hands, as long as we continue to cooperate, it won't be long before you can send those guys down to accompany you Mr. Zakaev!"

"Collaboration, well, your professor wants to cooperate, but what about others? Why didn't he come in person? Was he afraid that I would shoot him? Makarov had a sarcastic smile on his face.

"I want you to be respectful of the professor, Mr. Makarov!" Sebastian Moran sat up, and through his open trench coat he could see a pistol hanging from the left side of his waist.

"What about the others, as long as he comes, I apologize!" Makarov looked like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water.

"Seriously, I don't think you can do it anymore!" A middle-aged man suddenly walked in through the door.

"Professor!" Sebastian hurriedly stood up and stood respectfully aside.

"What's wrong with me like this, give me a gun, I can still shoot ten!" Makarov looked at the middle-aged man, said impatiently, and by the way, grabbed the wine bottle and took another big sip.

"I can rebuild Zakhaev's empire, it's up to you to cooperate!" Moriarty didn't sell it and went straight to the point.

"And what about the cost, what is the cost? Professor, there is no such thing as a free lunch! ”

"The price is that before the new empire is built, we need to overthrow the old empire, and in the process of overthrowing the old empire, I need you to do my part!" Moriarty pulled out a document and placed it on the table.

"What is this?"

"This is a secret meeting between Moscow and NATO recently, because they have jointly eliminated Zakayev, an eyesore guy, their relations have eased a lot, and NATO has even lifted the blockade of Russia and plans to resume trade with Russia!"

"And what does this have to do with us?"

"NATO and Russia are easing relations, so who is the victim?"

"Ukraine?"

"Yes, then I think that if the plane of the Russian envoy crashed, leading to a war between Russia and Ukraine, forcing NATO to also have to take action, will the world be more lively again?" Moriarty's eyes were full of control.

"Do you have a plan?"

"Of course!"

"So, Professor, I think we can talk!"