Just a hundred meters away from Meghan, Daniel, who was born in the CIA, was shot in the arm, and the walkie-talkie he was holding fell to the ground. Blood dripped down his broken arm and sprinkled all over the floor. He turned over and shook his head hard at Colonel Isakuff who was holding the gun.

"I surrender, I didn't mean to look at you. I swear I saw nothing. I'm sorry for my mistaken breakup, I know you just performed a normal transfer work."

The lights in the underground passage are deserted, and Agent Daniel is making the final defense.

A team of Soviet soldiers surrounded us, and Colonel Isakov stood out. He silently raised the gun in his hand, "No one can steal the Soviet nuclear warhead. No one can let us put down the weapons."

"No, no, no, we didn't want to rob. We just made an intention to buy it to avoid the spread of nuclear weapons, and you can refuse."

Daniel held his broken arm and responded in pain.

"Col. It's still time for you to stop now. My life or death is no longer important. But don't make things worse, otherwise many people will die."

Daniel wanted to persuade him, but his thin words could not stop Isakuff, who was looking crazy. The latter's rigid face showed a fierce smile and shouted with a strong anger: "I have always wanted to make a decision, but I have never made up my mind.

I was asking myself, why do I have to let a group of idiots, literati, journalists, criminals, and businessmen decide my destiny? I clearly have the most powerful force in the world, so why do I have to listen to others?”

"I asked for a long time, but there was no answer." Isakov's voice turned to arrogance, "One hour ago, I received a call from Kiev. General Chechevatov gave me a verbal order.

Do you know what he wants me to do? He wants me to transfer the nuclear warhead. But he has no official documents and no permission from Moscow. He violated the regulations.

But what if it is not transferred? Sell it to you capitalist ambitioners? I know someone will sell it, they will definitely sell it, and I can't wait to sell it."

Colonel Isakov roared in anger, "Since that's the case, why don't I take charge of all this? I have ordered all nuclear bomb silos in the military region to fill fuel.

All the mobile launch vehicles left the hidden positions. The Tu-160 has already launched the air with a nuclear missile. Even I was surprised that many people had the same idea as me."

Daniel was shaking his head and a bullet hit him in the forehead.

"It's not as difficult as I thought."

Colonel Isakov slowly lowered his gun and turned around, his eyes as sharp and firm as ever. Seeing this, the soldiers following him raised their guns and shouted, and Ula's shouting.

At another underground facility not far away, the Eagle Sauce inspector who arrived three days ago was pushed into a separate room by soldiers and completely locked up.

Some of the personnel guarding the nuclear arsenal also resisted or refused to obey, and all of them were executed by Isakhv without exception.

The colonel himself had a high military rank and had enough prestige among the grassroots officers and soldiers. He stood up and took charge of one-third or even one-quarter of his subordinates, which was enough to force the entire group to obey his orders.

After controlling several nuclear weapons warehouses, the colonel personally led a team to the core command post of the entire underground defense line. The spacious underground passage entered the actual combat state for the first time.

The core command post is a hall that penetrates the underground, with a capacity of over a thousand square meters. The layout here is similar to the control center for aerospace launch. There are rows of command posts in the hall, which can contact all combat units in the entire Kiev Military Region.

There are a small half of the positions sitting at all levels of staff and officers. These people are on duty here for many years and are responsible for commanding and dispatching the troops and combat system of the entire Kiev Military Region.

The headquarters in Kiev City is used for daily work, and the actual combat depends on this underground command organization.

On one wall of the command hall is the situation chart of the entire military region's forces and weapons, which is equivalent to an active sand table. As long as you grab the phone from the corresponding command post, you can contact a highlighted unit.

Hundreds of fully armed soldiers poured in outside the hall, controlling everyone in the command seat. Staff officers at all levels felt puzzled, but soon realized that this was a mutiny.

Opposite the situation chart is the commander's position. It has a layer of one-way transparent glass enclosed, and inside is a high-level command room that can accommodate more than a dozen people.

A major general stayed on duty here. Facing the angry Isakov, he immediately led the team to declare his obedience. In the blink of an eye, the entire command organization fell into the hands of the colonel.

At this moment, the Mi-8 helicopter took Uncle Zhou back to the Barakreya Camp. It was also hard for him to travel back and forth within a day, but this time he was also accompanied by General Chechevatov and his adjutant.

The power system rumbling overhead, and the atmosphere in the cabin was particularly cold.

The General was wearing a standard military uniform and stared at Zhou Qingfeng blankly. He was old and had a Slav's iconic strong figure. But today his uniform was covered with a circle of explosives.

The helicopter landed for several hours. When the guards in the camp saw the general appear suddenly, they stood in awe and respectfully, with an exceptional standard.

"General, your subordinates respect you very much. When I came with Isakuff a few days ago, these big-headed soldiers were laughing."

Zhou Qingfeng doesn't know how to read minds. He only felt like he was "a fox and a tiger's power". This time he followed the general and received special treatment.

It's true that the expressions of these soldiers were particularly stiff. It seemed that the student who was peeking at pornographic books and magazines in class was caught by the teacher, as if he was terrified.

The general and the adjutant were wearing explosives, their expressions were stiffer and more damn than the soldiers in the camp. He simply replied to the camp's booth and grabbed the internal phone number inside.

"I am General Chechevatov, I am at the entrance of the camp. Where is Isakov?"

Zhou Qingfeng was clear-headed and stood behind the general. He could hear a panic cry from the microphone, as if some tables and chairs had been knocked over. But soon the person who answered the phone calmed down and answered a few formulaic words.

The general did not doubt that he had hung up the phone. The soldiers on duty drove the general an off-road vehicle for transportation, because it was a long distance from the entrance of the camp to the entrance of the underground facilities.

Zhou Qingfeng got into the car and laughed happily, "Oh..., it's different to come with the general than to follow the colonel. Last time, the big-headed soldiers in this camp ignored me at all. Today they were much more enthusiastic and respectful."

The adjutant drove himself and glanced at Zhou Qingfeng in the rearview mirror. If the explosive detonator was not in the hands of this bastard, he would have wanted to find a piece of horse manure to gamble this guy's mouth.

The off-road vehicle was moving forward all the way, and the camp, which should have been heavily guarded, was released throughout the whole process.

Zhou Qingfeng glanced left and right in the car, as strange as sightseeing. He was escorted to house arrest not long after he came last time and had never visited him in person.

The car drove into a tunnel, passed through a huge explosion-proof door, received the attention of the gun guard, and entered the spacious underground passage. The four people in the car drove five or six kilometers in one breath, and suddenly a figure appeared in front of him.

The adjutant who was driving had to stop suddenly.

The figure was not tall, petite but exquisite and concise, and was a blond young lady. She held a gun in her hand, pointed fiercely at the adjutant who was driving, and then pointed to Marcos in the passenger seat, and finally the general and Zhou Qingfeng in the back seat.

This foreign girl probably wanted to say something harsh, but she was surprised to see the adjutant driving wearing the rank of lieutenant colonel. Looking at the old man in the uniform of a general in the back seat, she felt even more lucky.

You can see Zhou Qingfeng...

Uncle Zhou was also staring at the other party. He faced the gun fearlessly and frowned and said, "Why are there beautiful girls who block the road and carjack here? She pretended to be cruel when she saw me, but she looked like she saw a ghost?"

Marcos took risks with his boss today and had many adventures. But he still couldn't help saying: "Boss, the girl looks at you very strangely. Is it your lover?"

Mr. Zhou is really strange. He was puzzled, "If I had hooked up with such a girl, I would have forgotten it if I had no reason."
Chapter completed!