"Kamarov, we need to talk!"

"Yuri, you're crazy, aren't you afraid of being exposed?"

"I know, but it's urgent! I had to contact you! ”

"How urgent!"

"The lives of tens of millions of people are at stake!"

"I'll be waiting for you in three hours at the café diagonally across from your house, remember, be careful!"

"Don't worry, I'll take notice!"

After hanging up the phone, Yuri took a deep breath, then sat down on the couch and rubbed his face.

When did this life begin? Yuri no longer thinks about this problem, once as an alpha elite after the collapse of the Soviet Union, he fell into confusion, at that time he was just a tendon soldier, he chose to follow Zakaev because of the uncertainty of the future, because the other party's promise is very good, the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, so Yuri followed Zakayev, but in the past ten years, he gradually rushed to Zakaev a trace of confusion, why, they are getting farther and farther away from the goal?

This confusion gradually turned into doubt, and finally grew from a small grass to a towering tree, especially after a mushroom cloud rose in Uzstan, Yuri found that he could not read Zakhaev, or rather, he never did.

After the massacre at the Moscow airport, Yuri was even more determined to leave, but at this moment, his old superior, Kamarov, suddenly contacted him.

Kill Zakhaev, take out this armed group, if you still have a little bit of alpha dignity!

The words of the old boss were like thunder on a sunny day, completely waking up Yuri, the sins of the past could not be sunk in history because of a sentence that he quit, and his mistakes needed to be cleaned with his own hands.

Minutes and seconds passed, and soon it was the time that Kamarov had spoken.

"Shh After washing his face briefly, Yuri grabbed the jacket on the sofa and draped it on his body and went out, the grandmother downstairs was teaching her granddaughter to plant flowers, and she greeted Yuri very friendly when she saw him passing by.

"What the hell is the matter, you are in such a hurry to call me over!" In the café, Kamarov, who was sitting at another table, asked in a whisper, pretending to be reading a newspaper.

"Makarov they went out for a couple of months, and then came back with a weapon!" Yuri grabbed his coffee, took a sip, and said as if he was looking out the window.

"What weapon?"

"It is said to be a new type of poison gas, which is very lethal, but I haven't seen it with my own eyes!"

"Then why did you contact me?"

"It is said that they are going to attack the headquarters of the FSB, and they will use this weapon!"

"Got it, do you know the location?"

"Makarov hasn't said it yet, he only trusts Dragovic, but when the time comes, you can put a locator on me and follow me!"

"Good!"

After exchanging information for a while, Yuri was about to take his leave, but Kamarov stopped him as he was leaving.

"Welcome home, my brother!"

"Thank you!" Yuri, who was in tears, forcibly pressed the tears back into the tear ducts, and after more than ten years, the burden on his body can be unloaded!

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Three hours before the attack

Yuri took a careful look at his shoe, the locator was in the heel, he crouched down and tried it out as if he was tying his shoelaces, well, everything was fine.

After checking his shoes, Yuri just got up when his eyes met that of Dragovich sitting across from him.

"Yuri, we're brothers, right!" Dragovich smiled on what he thought was friendly.

"yes, what's wrong?"

"No, it's just a matter of saying, let's go, brother, let's go do something big!"

The group came to a construction site not far from the FSB headquarters, where four or five pickup trucks had been parked, and Makarov was also there.

"Ah, here you are, Dragovich, come in with me, I have something to discuss with you, Yuri, you take someone to take care of those cars!" Makarov ordered.

"Okay, boss!"

After confirming that Dragovich and Makarov had entered the house, Yuri took out a cigarette, put it to his mouth, and instructed his men: "I'll go smoke a cigarette and come back immediately!" ”

"Okay, head!"

Walking to the top of the construction site with a cigarette in his mouth, Makarov stretched, then waved his hand casually.

"Signal received, forward!" In private cars and school buses outside the construction site, a large number of heavily armed Russian special forces, wearing heavy armor, carrying AK12s and explosion-proof shields to protect themselves, suddenly rushed to the construction site.

"Enemy!" The sentry extremists only had time to shout two words before they were shot in the head by an SV98 sniper rifle in the distance.

"The explosives have been planted!"

“boo”

"Breakthrough, breakthrough!"

The gate was blown up into the sky, and then combat sappers in power armor with PK guns and heads rushed into the courtyard.

Under the dense fire of gunfire, Makarov's men fell one after another, while the losses of the Russian special forces were minimal.

No sooner had one of the extremists grabbed a bazooka and was about to open fire than a gunshot rang out behind him.

Yuri grabbed the still smoking pistol, stepped over the extremists who were firing in the head, and walked towards the Russian special forces.

"It's all settled?" Kamarov took off his heavy PSH77 helmet and asked.

"Well, Dragovich and Makarov are in the house, those weapons should be in the car!"

"Seryosha, you go and see the car, Team A and I come!" Kamarov shouted, and then followed Yuri to the room.

"Boom, boom, boom......" Everyone didn't take a few steps before a series of dense explosions exploded around them, and the Russian special forces soldiers who were caught off guard suffered heavy casualties, and the continuous explosions swallowed everyone, including Yuri and Kamarov.

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"Yuri, wake up! Yuri! In a trance, Yuri felt that someone was calling him, and he opened his eyes in a trance to find that Kamarov was dragging him, and there were several Russian soldiers firing in all directions beside him.

"What happened?" Yuri asked, his lips trembling.

"It's a trap, they should have already seen through your identity, we're surrounded!" Kamarov spat and continued dragging the wounded Yuri.

"I'm sorry, brother! I ......"

"Don't say more, I called for reinforcements, and they'll be there right away, hold on!"

"I ......" Yuri was about to say something, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw a rocket flying towards him with a tail of smoke, then Kamarov pressed his body against him, and finally, after a loud bang, Yuri fainted again.