Yang Luo looked at the white lieutenant colonel wearing a maroon beret, wearing camouflage, tall, muscular, and with a long scar on his neck. Then he glanced over the lieutenant colonel and looked at the team of soldiers behind him, all wearing maroon berets.

When it comes to Russia's strongest special forces, they are not the famous Alpha, nor the well-known signal flag, nor the evil Gruu, but the maroon beret that is rarely known to the outside world.

Russian special forces have declined significantly compared with the strong Soviet period, but the maroon beret is an exception and still has extremely strong combat power, even better than the Soviet Union during its strong period. Compared with Western countries, the training of maroon berets is not only harsh, but even cruel and bloody.

In the Russian armed sequence, the maroon beret is a symbol of the highest honor of soldiers. Only special forces with the best professional level, the strongest physique and the best psychological state can be selected and entered.

It can be said that Russia's maroon beret is equivalent to China's blue sword. It is unknown to outsiders. Every soldier is the king of the army and the special forces among special forces.

Yang Luo couldn't help but grinned. He didn't expect that the president, who was born in an intelligence officer, would have been ruthless this time, and sent not to the signal flag and Gruu, but to Russia's most elite, and even the top three in the world. It seems that he really attaches great importance to Amber House and has invested so much money.

While Yang Luo was looking at them, the lieutenant colonel was also looking at Yang Luo and Li Tao and the others standing behind Yang Luo.

Facing Yang Luo, a small man who was short and not strong, the lieutenant colonel did not look down on him at all, but his expression was quite serious. Because he could clearly feel the powerful oppressive force that only real soldiers could have.

After a while, the lieutenant colonel raised his hand and saluted, then extended his hand and said in English, "Hello, my name is Toktahonov, and I am the instructor of the Russian maroon beret."

Yang Luo raised his eyebrows. The name Toktahonov was well-known. He was a former commander of the Warriors' Special Forces. He received the least awarded military medals of honor from Russia. He is a legendary figure in Russia and even in international military history.

Yang Luo returned a greeting, and then held Toktahonov's hands tightly together. There was no expression on the faces of the two people, but the force on their hands became stronger and stronger, and their eyes narrowed slightly. This was the collision between two countries, two professional soldiers, and the two strongest men.

Time seemed to stop at this moment, and the temperature seemed to drop to freezing point. I don’t know how long it took, the two of them at the same time and then put their hands behind their backs. Toktahonov’s five fingers trembled slightly and had lost consciousness, while Yang Luo kept clenching his fists and letting go. In this silent contest, it was obvious that Toktahonov suffered a little loss, and Yang Luo seemed not so relaxed.

"Ha ha……"

Suddenly, the two of them burst into laughter and Yang Luo said, "Hello, Instructor Toktahonov, my name is Yang Luo, I'm very happy to see you here."

Toktahonov said teasingly, "Do I call you James Bond, or you Yang?"

Yang Luo burst into laughter again: "Whatever you want!"

Toktahonov said, "I'd better call you Yang." Then he touched the shocking scar on his neck, "I hate the British, and the name James Bond."

Yang Luo shrugged: "As long as you are happy, whatever." He also saw that the scar on the neck of this Russian bear was probably a souvenir left by the British, "Let's go, the place has been arranged for you."

Then more than a dozen military cards drove over, Toktahonov nodded and said to a major beside him: "Jevich, order you to get off and get on the car!"

Clark International Airport is a major aviation center in the Philippines Clark Freeport Zone, about 80 kilometers northwest of Manila. It is currently the hub of Philippine AirAsia, Pacific Cebu Airways and Southeast Asia Airlines. The airport mainly serves low-cost airlines. It was once the largest overseas base of the U.S. Air Force, and was handed over to the Philippine government after it was closed in 1991. Some facilities in the south of the airport are still used by the Air Force at the Philippine Clark Air Force Base. The Philippine Air Force Commander-in-Chief Romulo stood in front of the window with a gloomy face, clenched his fists tightly, and growled in anger.

"Damn Russian bears, you are invading. I must let you know that the Philippines is not easy to bully."

Two Russian Il76 transport planes, regardless of warning, rushed into Philippine airspace, flew for more than three hours, and landed at Baguio Airport, which made him feel very angry and more humiliating.

Just then, a report came from outside, and Romulo calmed down his emotions and turned around and sat on the chair.

"Come in!"

The office door was pushed open and a soldier walked in: "General, Chief of Staff Vigrari asked you to go to the conference room right away."

Romulo was stunned. Four days ago, the special forces of more than a dozen countries led by the United States arrived in the Philippines and were stationed at Clark Air Force Base. Chief of Staff Vigrari has been staying here in the past few days to study the action plan. Now I call him over, the plan must have been improved, and I guess it will take action in the next two days. This made him a little excited. He sorted out his military uniform and walked out of the office.

It was already early in the morning, and the lights in the Chairman's office were still on in Zhongnanhai. The Chairman held a cigarette in his hand and looked at the Minister of Public Security Li Shi and the Commander of the Armed Police Corps Wang Xiangrong.

Li Shi and Wang Xiangrong were looking down at the documents in their hands. After more than twenty minutes, they slowly raised their heads.

The Chairman took out a cigarette in the cigarette box and lit it, looking at them and said, "Tell me, is it feasible."

Li Shi said with some concern: "There is no problem with the plan behind. Even if the funds and manpower are consumed a little more, in order to completely eliminate Dong 1 Tu, you can accompany him crazy. But the plan ahead is too risky, and I worry that he will not be able to get out."

The chairman looked at Wang Xiangrong again: "Xiang Rong, what do you think?"

Wang Xiangrong smiled bitterly: "Just Old Li said, in order to completely eliminate Dong'an Tu, even if you pay a price, it doesn't matter if you accompany that boy Yang Luo once, but I'm afraid that he will fall into trouble and eventually pay his life."

The chairman took a deep breath of cigarettes. Since receiving the plan sent back by Yang Luo, he has smoked two packs of cigarettes. This was unimaginable before, and he probably won't be able to smoke so much in a month.

"I'm worried, but what's the point of worrying? Can we stop it?"

Li Shi and Wang Xiangrong were silent. After a while, the chairman sighed: "Since Yang Luo has given such a plan, I think he has made complete preparations. I believe that there will be no problem with his ability."

Wang Xiangrong didn't say anything, Li Shi said, "Then I'll go back and make arrangements."

The chairman said, "Go, since you have decided to act this scene, then do it well."

Li Shi nodded, stood up and saluted Wang Xiangrong, and then turned around and left.

Bi Yao, the John Camp, which was converted into a resort, has now been taken over by the rebels. The manager is a middle-aged man who is not tall and bald. Seeing more than a dozen military vehicles parked in the resort square, he hurried out, nodded and bowed to the ghost fox and said, "General Santos, all the guest rooms are already packed. Except for the chef, all the service staff are on vacation."

The ghost fox nodded: "You don't need you here anymore, you can leave. Remember, don't tell the public about everything you see here, otherwise you should know the consequences."

"Yes, yes!" The manager wiped the sweat beads from his bald head, bent over and nodded violently, "I will definitely not talk nonsense."

"Yeah!" The ghost fox waved his hand, "Let's go!"

The manager didn't dare to stop and walked away quickly with two short legs.

Yang Luo looked at the beautiful environment of Camp John and said to Toktahonov beside him: "Instructor Toktahonov, be satisfied with the environment here."

"It was very satisfying, and I was even surprised," Toktahonov said.

Yang Luo said: "Okay, it's very late now. You can rest first and talk about anything tomorrow."

“No, no…”

Toktahonov said, "Yang, you should take me to the Amber House first so that I can sleep."

Yang Luoha laughed: "What's the hurry? It won't run away with long legs."

Toktahonov shook his head violently: "Yang, you have to know how important the Amber House is to our country. Since I have come here, I must see it."

Yang Luo was helpless: "Okay, come with me." After that, he walked towards a pine forest not far away, with ghost foxes following behind him. Dai Enen, Song Wei, Yan Meng and Hongye who followed him to join in the fun.

Everyone walked through the small pine forest and saw a European-style three-story villa standing there. The villa was guarded by heavy troops, not only with eight mortars, but also with two tanks, and four heavy firepower positions in the southeast, west and northwest. It can be said that it is strictly guarded and even flies cannot fly in.

A captain in charge of guarding the villa saw the ghost fox and hurried over to salute, then turned around and waved his hand. The soldiers guarding the gate of the villa flashed to both sides and asked the ghost fox, Yang Luo and the others to go over.

Yang Luo opened the villa door and saw that the hall, which was 700 to 800 square meters, was filled with wooden boxes, piled up like a hill.

"Toktahonov, the Amber House is right there, you can go and see it yourself."

Toktahonov walked over excitedly, opened the wooden boxes, looked at the exquisite amber artwork inside, and slowly squatted down, trembling hands and stroked them.

"The Russian people and government have been searching for more than half a century, and now they have finally found it."

Yang Luo took out a cigarette in his pocket and lit it, but did not disturb Toktahonov. The significance of the Amber House to the Russians is not only a national treasure, but also a heritage of Russian culture.

After a while, Toktahonov stood up, raised his hand respectfully, and saluted Yang Luo.

"Yang, on behalf of the Russian people, I thank you."

Yang Luo smiled and waved his hand and said, "It's no need to thank you. I will borrow your transport plane tomorrow to transport these gold, jewelry and cultural relics to Russia, and then send them back to China by railway."

Toktahonov said: "No problem, we have to transport the Amber House back anyway."

Yang Luo shook his finger: "no, the Amber House is to stay here."

Toktahonov was stunned and asked anxiously: "Why?"

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Chapter completed!