() "Hey, wake up!" Two loud slaps woke up the unconscious Yuri.

"Hmm~" Yuri, who woke up faintly, opened his eyes and saw two people he didn't want to see in this life, Makarov and Dragovich.

"Where am I?" Yuri asked hoarsely, as his hand slowly ran to the holster near his thigh.

"We're on our way to the Imperial Fortress and you've been caught crossing the border!"

"............" Yuri looked at Dragovich as if he were an idiot.

"Well, sorry, you don't play games!" Dragovich smirked and smashed Yuri's back. He continued: "Of course we are the real base of operations, my brother! ”

"A real base?" Yuri felt bitter, it turned out that they had already found out.

"That's right, we've found out a long time ago!" Makarov crouched down and grabbed Yuri's hair.

"Why, Yuri, I treat you like a brother, why?" Makarov looked distressed, and from time to time he raised his fist and greeted Yuri with love on his face.

"Brother? Makarov, you don't deserve it, phew! Yuri spat bloody spit in Makarov's face.

"It's okay, my brother, I'll let you watch a good show later!" Makarov wiped the saliva from his face, gave Yuri another slap, then stood up and said to his subordinates: "Take him out, we will put on a show for him!" ”

Yuri, whose face was covered in blood, was lifted out of the room by four masked men and thrown into a large iron cage.

"Yuri, how's it going, are you alright?" Kamarov, who was in a mess, hurriedly pulled Yuri over and checked the other party's injuries.

"These bastards, sorry, Kamarov!" Yuri was ashamed.

"I don't blame you, it's our carelessness, I've called for reinforcements, and the reinforcements will find us soon, don't give up!"

"Hmm!"

After a few minutes of rest, two huge sealed glass silos were pushed into the courtyard by the sub-armed soldiers.

"What are they doing here?"

"I don't know, it can't be a good thing!"

"Ahem!" Dressed like a bear, Dragovich approached the cage with a dog-legged knife.

"Hey, soldiers, I'm going to put on a show for you today!"

"Are you going to take your mouth and smack your dick?" A captured Russian special forces soldier shouted with a grin.

"Huh!" A hint of gloom flashed in Dragovich's eyes, and then he pointed at the soldier, "Drag him out!" ”

"What do you want to do?" Seeing that the extremists were coming, Kamarov hurriedly stood in the way.

"Ahhhh The extremist soldier put away his electric baton, kicked Kamarov, and then shouted and scattered several other wounded with the butt of his rifle and electric batons, dragging the previous soldier out.

"Before starting the show, I'm going to have some fun!"

As he spoke, Dragovich poked the soldier in the mouth with a dogleg knife and stirred it several times.

"You bastard! You have the ability to rush at me! Kamarov said with fire in his eyes.

"Don't worry, Commander Kamarov, you'll be next!"

Throwing away the special forces soldier in his hand, Dragovich had a glass-sealed cabin open and throw the soldier with a bloody mouth into it.

"What are you going to do?"

The captives suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Show!" Dragovich watched as his men attached a pipe to the sealed chamber and unscrewed the valve.

"Bastard!"

A yellowish gas puffed out of the bottom of the sealed cabin.

The badly wounded soldier took a breath and began to cough incessantly.

"Bastard,............" A barrage of angry scolding erupted from the captive's mouth.

As the soldier coughed more and more violently, large mouthfuls of blood and cloudy bodily fluids erupted from his mouth, and the skin of his body began to rot, as if it had been melted, and even began to fall off the surface of his body.

"Let me introduce, this is the original strain of the virus I got from Africa before!" Makarov walked out of the room humming a ditty, still clutching a tablet in his hand.

"Originally, this virus only caused the respiratory tract to fail, but we have strengthened its function a little, and now it will not make the internal organs fail, but will corrode the internal organs, and at the same time, it will also cause the skin to fall off, and finally rot and turn into pus!"

As he spoke, the Russian special forces soldier fell to his knees and soon lost his breath.

Seeing that their comrades had fallen to such an end, the remaining soldiers screamed and pounded the railing, eager to rush out and tear the two mongrels alive.

"Go on!" Makarov just smiled faintly as his men dragged the soldiers out of their cages one by one and into another glass pod.

"Nope! Makarov, you ......" Yuri's eyes cracked, and he struggled to get up, but was kicked down by Dragovich and then stepped on him.

"Goodbye, brother!" In the face of death, Kamarov and the Russian soldiers were very calm, they helped each other to stand up, and then Kamarov softly hummed "Walking in the High Grass"

"Let's get started!" Makarov was suddenly a little disappointed, he wanted to see these people begging for mercy in front of him, but he didn't expect the other party to behave so righteously, even in the face of death, they still stand.

"Let's go, we still have an account!" Makarov dropped the flat plate and smashed it with one foot.

"And what about this guy?" Dragovich gestured to Yuri on the ground.

"Bang bang bang!" Makarov pulled out his pistol and fired several shots at him, until he finished the pistol bullets.

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"Where are they going to target next?"

"The Hague, Makarov used a self-detonating truck to turn that entire neighborhood into a dead place, and now, he's coming at us!" The MI6 student looked at the Prime Minister opposite him with a heavy face.

"Damn, do you know what he might choose?"

"Buckingham Palace, the Tower of London, the Palace of Westminster, Fleet Street, all of London, and even all parts of the United Kingdom could be attacked!"

"What can we do?"

"We can only take strict precautions, unless we stop the flights, stop the ferries, and dig the Channel tunnel, there may be no problem!"

"Help me connect with the heads of state, we are about to face a new war on terror!" The prime minister took off his reading glasses, rubbed his brow, and then said to the secretary.

"Mr. Mallory, the country needs you MI6 now!"

"Of course, Mr. Prime Minister, we are always ready!"