"Head, are you alright?" The rugged man, dressed in a commissar's black fur coat with a stubble head and a mustache, handed Makarov a new dress.

"It's all right, my brother!" Makarov stepped forward and hugged him, and the two of them also had a Slavic beard sticker by the way.

"Are you going to kill all these guys?"

"Kill those prison guards, the prisoners are all my friends!" Makarov saw that his men had begun to load, and hurriedly said.

"Okay!" Although I don't understand what Makarov has to do with these guys, since the boss has ordered it, then the younger brother can do it.

Dragovich shouted and cursed as his men brought the prison guards together who had surrendered, and he was going to deal with the stupid guys himself.

"My dear Brother Luch, now that I have given you freedom, shouldn't you do me a favor too!" Makarov pulled a young black millet over and said kindly, enduring the nausea.

"But that's the devil's curse, and whoever touches it will die!" Hei Shu stammered.

"I know, but that's what I'm here for, otherwise why would I be here, enduring all kinds of trouble!"

"I ............" The black man named Lu Qi was about to refuse, when Dragovich's rough scolding sounded from the side.

As a Red Army officer, Nikita Dragovich was not qualified at all, he was originally just a street gangster who was wanted by Ukraine for raping a high school girl, so he absconded to Russia, where he joined the Soviet Red Army, and soon after his service, just in time for the rotation of the garrison, he was assigned to the East German Army, where he co-sold antiquities, bribed his superiors, and finally became an officer.

After graduating from military school, Dragovich fought in Afghanistan, where he endured several years of devastation before returning to the Soviet Union, and then after the collapse of the Soviet Union, he left the army with his old commander Zakaev.

Dragovich is a brutal person, especially in the years in Afghanistan, his violence has increased unabated, although the military discipline of the Soviet army at that time is not very strict, but he still has several military tribunals for wanton massacres of civilians, rape of female prisoners, and even he has a grudge against the Soviet judge who tried him, after he left the Soviet army, he rushed into the judge's house, first beat the judge, and then raped the judge's wife, daughter, daughter-in-law, and granddaughter in front of the judge, The last torch was raised by the judge's family.

"You pig, you dare to stare at me!" Dragovich pulled out his long-cherished TT33 pistol and walked to the row of jailers who were shivering on their knees.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

After each shot, one of the guards opened fire in the head, convulsed and collapsed, and in order to kill himself, he even left the guy who stared at him to be the last to solve.

After seven gunshots, the last prison guard was already frightened and incontinent, his face turned pale, and cold sweat couldn't stop dripping.

"Are you scared? Oh, don't be afraid, just take a look, it doesn't hurt! As he spoke, Dragovich grabbed his pistol, put it on the guard's head, and pulled the trigger.

"Kata!" The firing pin did not fire the last bullet.

"Damn it!" Dragovich pulled the bolt of the gun, withdrew the bullet, and tossed the gun to the younger brother next to him, then he pulled a dagger out of his pocket and stabbed the guard in the eye.

"Ahhhh The screams rang out, and Dragovich drew the knife, thrust it again, thrust it again, and thrust it more than ten times before it took the prison guard's life to be resolved.

"I promise you, I promise you!" Trembling, Luqi looked at Dragovich, who was still licking the blood from the blade, and immediately nodded.

"That's right!" Makarov breathed a long sigh of relief.

From Zakayev's defeat, Makarov learned a lot of lessons, for example, Zakayev, who was superstitious about conventional weapons, liked to hoard tanks, planes, and artillery, but before the surprise attack of Western special forces, those conventional weapons were useless, the tanks would be empowered by the hellfire of drones, the planes would be shot down by the opponent with sniper rifles, and the armored vehicles would be captured by the opponent, not to mention those mechs and power armor that require a lot of maintenance.

To this end, Makarov turned his mind to unconventional weapons, such as nuclear and chemical weapons.

Nuclear weapons are nuclear bombs, while chemical weapons are chemical weapons that release toxic chemicals or chemical warfare agents by means of explosions (such as bombs, artillery shells, or missiles). Chemical weapons kill and injure humans through horrific reactions including asphyxiation, nerve damage, blood poisoning and blistering.

Chemical weapons are cheaper and easier to conceal than nuclear weapons, but ordinary poison gas is not easy to deliver, and it just so happened that Makarov learned from Moriarty that they had a high-tech laboratory that could carry out the process of weaponizing the virus, so he turned his mind to the virus, more precisely a variant of the smallpox virus in the border area of Egypt.

So far, the virus has been raging in Africa, killing hundreds of thousands of people, and both MSF and the United Nations have sent a large number of teams to Africa in the hope of suppressing the virus, including the Americans, after all, there is no shortage of terrorists and viruses in this part of Africa.

But because the border was blocked by the Egyptian army, Makarov could only choose to sneak through, and the result was the previous incident, but they were lucky, Makarov met several black corn in the prison were all from the virus-infested area, and now with their guidance, it will be much easier to find the virus sample.

"Head, now, where are we going?" After killing the prison guards in the ministry, Dragovich felt refreshed.

"Go to the border, then we go to Ethiopia, to his village, where there is a strain of the virus!" Makarov pointed to the side of the black millet.

"Virus, I hate that thing, can't we make a home on this land?" Dragovich quipped.

"Home? Dragovich, my brother, this can never be our home, our home is called the USSR, but he is gone, the only thing we can do is to avenge Zakaev, the old man is not thin on us! Makarov pulled the other man's head, kissed it, and whispered to the other's ear.

"Yes, I see!" Dragovich felt the firmness in Makarov's tone, and he whispered back.

In fact, Dragovich didn't know that if Zakaev taught Makarov toughness and ruthlessness, then the trip to prison during this period taught him patience and compromise.