When Galabell and Kirov left the office, Kosov looked at Ivankov sitting opposite him and said, "They are your people, you can solve the problem by yourself."

Ivankov glanced at Hou Wenjun on the other side and said, "Okay, no one who knows Mr. Hou's identity can stay. Of course, it also includes your Asian mercenaries."

Hou Wenjun nodded and picked up the coffee on the table and tasted it gently, and said, "I have no objection, but Ivan, your coffee should be replaced. Blue Mountain, Blue Mountain Coffee is good, I suggest you change Blue Mountain Coffee."

Ivankov looked at Hou Wenjun who was frowning and laughed, "How about trying my Cuban cigar? This is the only good thing in the hands of those idiots in South America that can be praised." He said that, and took out the note with the Istanbul bank account written on him and looked at it. Then he got up and walked back to his desk to take out a box of Cuban cigars he had treasured for a long time.

Kosov just stared at Hou Wenjun and spoke. Hou Wenjun passed the test and he was waiting for his reward.

Hou Wenjun took the cigar handed over by Ivankov, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it, and said, "It's a first-class product, but if Ivan has the chance next time, Ivan will ask you to try a Cuban cigar worth 2,000 US dollars each. Each tobacco leaf is rubbed on the virgin's thigh." He said that, he picked up the paper and pen on the table, wrote down another bank account and handed it to Kosov.

Looking at the greedy eyes of Kosov and Ivankov who had taken the note and smiled, Hou Wenjun laughed again and said, "Don't be impatient, this time the five million is just a gift for meeting. There is a better life waiting for you."

Kosov and Ivankov laughed happily after hearing Hou Wenjun's joke. They had enough of this decadent Soviet Union. The Soviet Union is no longer the target of their service, and they will only serve themselves in the future.

At 5 a.m., the Ukrainian sky was still in darkness. Galabel led his subordinate Lieutenant Kikov and others to the stronghold where Hou Wenjun was secretly detained in the suburbs. He just received an order in Ivankov's office to rescue Hou Wenjun and eliminate Chekov and others.

Chekov stood at the door of the villa and looked at the car coming from a distance, with a smile on his lips. This time their mission was completed very beautifully, and he was waiting for the certificate or promotion order from Galabel.

When the car drove to the door, Chekov enthusiastically helped Galabel open the door, hugged Galabel who walked out of the car and said, "My man, congratulations and congratulations to myself, we did a beautiful job this time. What did Director Ivankov say? You know that I have been working as a lieutenant colonel for 5 years, and I think I should be promoted."

Looking at Chekov, who was excited, Galabel said sorry in his heart, and looked at him with a slightly different smile on his face and said, "My man, I think we'd better go into the house and talk." As he said that, he walked into the villa first.

Chekov, who was undoubtedly at his smile, followed Galabel and walked into the villa gate. Yes, he felt the pressure of life. He had to be promoted as soon as possible and raise his salary to keep his family in a decent life.

Galabel walked into the villa hall and looked at the guards around him and said to Chekov beside him, "Bring the prisoners here, your superiors need them. You can also let everyone enter the house. I need to explain to them if there is any action later."

Chekov smiled and looked at the adjutant beside him and said, "Fast as the orders of Comrade Galabell, the speed is faster."

After hearing Chekov's words, the adjutant trotted to execute Chekov's orders.

Galabel took out a pack of cigarettes on his body and handed it to Chekov before continuing, "The superiors are very satisfied with our mission this time, Chekov, I. Be careful behind you." As Galabel said, he suddenly stared at Chekov behind him.

Chekov, who thought there was something behind him, just turned around and looked at the empty fireplace behind him and felt a pain in his back and lost consciousness. Galabel slowly pulled out the dagger from Chekov's back and looked at the blood on the dagger. He hugged Chekov's limp body and gently said in his ear, "I'm sorry, my buddy." After that, he slowly let go of Chekov's body and let his body slide slowly against his body.

After Chekov's adjutant escorted Hou Wenjun's mercenaries into the hall, he looked at Chekov's body on the ground, and was stunned for a long time before saluting Galabell and said, "Report, Comrade Galabell, you want the prisoner to bring it." As he said, he looked at the corpse on the ground, he hesitated for a moment and said, "Comrade Chekov?"

Galabel nodded with a serious face and glanced at the five Asian prisoners who were taken to the hall and said, "Is there one more?"

The adjutant looked at Galabel carefully and smiled apologized, "There is another person who has died because of his serious injury."

Galabel clicked in satisfaction and patted the adjutant's shoulder and said, "Okay, your mission has been completed. I will announce an order from everyone below."

After hearing Galabell's orders, the 20 soldiers brought by Chekov began to gather together consciously. After all, Chekov died too suddenly. And it was killed by Galabell himself. Even those who were willing to take revenge would not dare to act rashly before they could figure out the specific situation.

The adjutant suddenly saw the black shadow flashing outside the window. When he thought of something, he immediately took out the pistol from his waist and shot at Galabel in front of him.

Seeing the adjutant's actions, Galabel cleverly avoided the adjutant's shooting. He was also wary of possible revenge from the Chekov team opposite him.

The adjutant's gunshots were as loud as the signal. Kirov and others brought by Galabel immediately took the gun and began to shoot at the people gathered in the hall. Chekov, who had been ready to take revenge, also counterattacked with the adjutant's gunshots.

Two gangs of people started a fierce exchange of fire in the lobby of nearly 200 square meters on the first floor of the villa. This was a sudden and premeditated battle. In less than 30 seconds, the entire villa's first floor was covered with bullet holes.

Of course, after all, there are only a few people who dare to take revenge. Most of the soldiers of the Chekov team who were unprepared fell to the ground in these thirty seconds. Although Galabel avoided the shooting of the adjutant, he still failed to avoid the subsequent shooting. Galabel, who was shot many times, also fell into this villa with his old friend Chekov.

The most unlucky group of people in the battle were the mercenaries under Hou Wenjun. They were unarmed and locked by iron bodies, and were fired with bullets in revenge by Chekov's subordinates.

Among the group of people, except for Tok, who is the best skill, who is very lucky to avoid the strafing and the stray bullets fired by both sides, the other four people were hit by the stray bullets even if they dodged the strafing. All four of them died on the spot.

The battle continued. The adjutant did not know that the black shadow flashing outside the window was not Galabel's man, and Galabel, who had already fallen seriously injured, had no idea that there was another assault team ambushing outside the villa. (To be continued.)

ps: I'm dizzy, stop quarrel. Everyone continue reading novels. Drinking is a mistake. Dawei is wrong. When did Dawei lick it? I'm sorry, please criticize Dawei again. Dawei accepted criticism of coffee like bitter tea. It was mainly because it broke out some time ago. I plan to have some lunch in the afternoon and take a break and go back to continue writing in the evening. Alas, it would be a good idea to have a copy yesterday. Dawei accepted this lesson.
Chapter completed!