Morlov was sitting in the back seat of the military jeep, counting the stacks of U.S. dollars with dirty saliva that smelled of alcohol, and bragging to Shamili next to him.
"Don't worry, I have the final say in this area! As long as I escort you to the border of country H, there will be no problem! Don't feel bad about the money. My charges are very fair. Look at my brothers, they all have to eat and drink.
…”
Shamili was not in the mood to listen to the fat pig next to him bragging. He picked up the satellite phone and dialed Natasha's number again.
Unfortunately, there is still a busy beep on the other end.
I called the bodyguard captain again, still the same, no response.
problem occurs.
He still couldn't believe that the 12 bodyguards Natasha brought were all experienced veterans, most of them soldiers who crawled out of the dead in Grozny, but none of them could escape.
Could it be that Country E took action?
After the Ichkerian War, Shamili followed Andre into exile abroad, escaping the pursuit of the GRU and Signal Flag special forces.
The current strong leader of country E has publicly declared that it is God's business to forgive them, and our job is to send them to see God.
However, Country J has always resented Country E's involvement in its own country's internal affairs, so it has always refused Russia to send special forces into the country to assassinate terrorists. This is why Natasha dared to bring 12 bodyguards to the town of Stuva for business.
Now it seems that the Russian government may have finally lost patience with Country J's response and directly dispatched special forces to sneak into the country to perform tasks.
"Petroev, Dzhokhar, pay attention to the surrounding situation, I think it is the special forces of country E..."
There were people placed on the roofs of the two Ural trucks, wearing night vision goggles to observe everything around them. Petroyev and Dzhokhar were the guards responsible for the roof security.
Shamili picked up the walkie-talkie and informed his men.
"Don't worry! Don't be nervous. We are border guards. No one dares to provoke us..." Molov looked at the somewhat nervous Shamili and couldn't help but reassure him, "Besides, my brother-in-law is also the commander of the military division.
…”
Shamili did not hear the responses from Petroev and Dzhokhar over the intercom.
"Petroev, Dzhokhar... please answer when you hear it!"
Still quiet.
Shamili was shocked and stretched his head to look at the rearview mirror of the off-road vehicle. Under the flickering light of the car, there seemed to be no one on the roof...
Like a cat whose tail was stepped on, he suddenly shouted: "Stop! Stop! There is an ambush! There is an ambush!"
The off-road vehicle screeched to a halt on the mountain road. Molov was caught off guard and bumped into the seat in front of him. The lockbox on his knees rolled to the ground, spilling a truckload of cash.
"take it easy……"
He was full of evil fire and wanted to scold Shamili. Isn't this a good thing? What happened to him suddenly!?
None of you Ichkerian lunatics are sane!
Shamili pushed open the car door suddenly and wanted to rush out of the car.
Just as he stretched one foot out of the car, he suddenly fell back into the car.
despair--
Something shot into the roof trim panel.
Then, something splashed in the cab. Before Molov could react, his face was covered in sticky matter.
He subconsciously touched his face, and what he touched was something soft and soft like tofu. He stretched out his hand to wait in the car and took a look. His hands were full of bright red blood, as well as some gray and white brain matter.
Looking at Shamili next to him, Morov felt his crotch was so hot that he almost peed.
Half of Shamili's head was missing, and his eyes popped out of their sockets. Only a few nerve threads and blood vessels were attached, and they fell under his knees and dangled like colored balls on a Christmas tree...
"Oh! God! Oh my God—"
Like a frightened louse, Morlov almost jumped three feet and frantically slapped the driver's seat in front of him with his fat hand.
"Drive! Drive! Get out of here!"
The driver stepped on the accelerator, the engine rumbled and roared, the wheels squeaked and idled on the sand for several times, and he rushed forward.
when--
A bullet shot directly into the hood, penetrated the iron sheet on the surface, and entered the engine.
puff--
Jet-black engine oil sprayed out, directly turning the windshield into black.
The driver couldn't see the road clearly, so he directly hit a soldier in front of him who jumped out of the car to run for his life. He then swerved and hit the rear bumper of the car in front of him.
Morlov's fat head hit the seat in front of him so hard that stars popped out. His tongue was accidentally chipped by his teeth, and his mouth was filled with blood, dripping down.
He couldn't care about so much anymore, and the first thing he thought of was those dollar bills.
Now he suddenly realized that he really should lose weight. When he bent down to pick up the dollar bills that fell on the ground, the round fat on his stomach made him breathless and made him feel worse than death.
After stuffing the dollar bills stained with blood and brains back into the suitcase, Moloff lay on the floor like a dog and climbed out of the car.
Gunshots began to sound all around, interspersed with a low, thumping sound.
Molov lay on the ground, dragging his suitcase and crawling towards the ditch under the roadside. Through the bottom of the car, he saw several ghost-like figures appearing on the roadside, shooting in this direction alternately. Launch an impact.
His own men and Shamili's men fell one by one, just like a bunch of leeks cut by a sickle.
An Ichkerian soldier with his face covered in blood fell in front of him. His face was right in front of Molov's. One-third of his forehead was missing. Molov could even see his broken skull. The pulpy brain inside and the facial features that were torn apart like a wax figure were steaming slightly in the cold early morning temperature.
"Oh! God—"
He screamed again, his three souls and seven souls were scattered in shock, and shit and urine suddenly flew out of his crotch.
It must be the Russian special forces!
This frightening thought flashed through his mind, like a thunderbolt shattering the dark and peaceful sky.
Those lunatics finally took action and actually entered the territory of Country J directly.
"I surrender! I surrender! Don't kill me! I am Lieutenant Colonel Morov, the commander of the border guards. I am an officer. I have nothing to do with those people! My brother-in-law is the military division major general Togolok Krechi Shamer Kanov! Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me! I surrender!”
The gunshots quickly subsided, and Morov put his head on the ground in embarrassment, looking mortified.
swish swish——
The sound of military boots on the sand came towards him.
Someone leaned over and asked him in pure Russian: "Tell me again, who is your brother-in-law?"
"Major General of the Military Division Togorok Krechi Shamelkanov!"
He closed his eyes tightly, as if the person standing next to him was not a member of the special forces, but the mythical succubus Medusa who could turn people into stone with just one look.