Meghan's face turned gloomy when she entered the Balaklea camp.
What Zhou Qingfeng didn't expect was that Colonel Isaac's attitude also changed drastically. He originally hated Zhou Qingfeng but had to be accommodating. But for some reason, he suddenly became cold and cold.
It's not a psychological cold shoulder, but a treatment like mechanical obedience to orders.
In the eyes of the colonel, Zhou Qingfeng changed from "a person who is annoying but must communicate as an equal" to a talking object. He refrigerated Zhou Qingfeng for three days.
During the three days of confinement, Zhou Qingfeng was kept in a barracks dormitory, with one person in a single room.
The door is guarded by uniformed soldiers with guns all day long. You are not allowed to go out, make contact, shout, or have any rights.
At first, Zhou Qingfeng was able to chat a few words with the guards. On the third day, the soldiers in charge of the guards refused to even talk to him, treating him like a prisoner.
Marco Shi was locked up more than ten meters away from Zhou Qingfeng. He was worried about his situation due to the sudden deterioration of the situation. The generals in the Kiev Military Region must have changed their minds, but they don't know what happened?
Uncle Zhou is constantly informed, and he cannot hide all the outside situations. For example...
There is indeed an underground warehouse in the Balaklea camp, which contains small and semi-heavy equipment for hundreds of thousands of troops in the Kiev Military District, including more than a hundred tactical nuclear warheads.
But the underground warehouse is only a small part of a series of permanent and semi-permanent fortifications in the military zone. There are many underground passages leading to the ground. The huge military building complex connects its ground and underground, and even allows heavy-duty vehicles, including tanks, to enter and exit directly.
Entering the underground building complex requires passing through multiple security gates and extremely strict inspections. This is the alliance's base for resisting aggression and external expansion. It is like the veins of a leaf, connecting the entire Ermao territory.
The book charm Sophia wandered around for three days, and she even found a secret underground launch silo. The huge reinforced silo contained an RS-18 intercontinental ballistic missile using liquid fuel.
This missile is on combat readiness. Under its thick manhole cover, six nuclear warheads with a yield of 550,000 tons are quietly waiting inside.
It's a pity that these over 100-ton items are too big. Each warhead exceeds half a ton, and it is still under strict protection, so it is difficult to deal with it.
The tactical nuclear warhead of the Scarab-B is lighter. A conventional warhead weighs 480 kilograms, while a nuclear warhead only weighs a hundred kilograms.
Zhou Qingfeng stayed in the confinement barracks dormitory for three days, thinking about how to sneak in. But Colonel Isaach suddenly appeared again and issued an eviction order.
"Mr. Zhou, I brought you a reply from General Chechevatov. He rejected your suggestion of 'barter trade'.
If you cannot provide strong hard currencies such as gold and US dollars, your trip to Kiev will end here.”
The colonel's tone was harsh and his face was as cold as iron. He did not mention the four boxes of 'gold' that Zhou Qingfeng had given him before. Those hard currencies may have been to let Zhou Qingfeng buy his own life so that he could get out safely.
Ma Keshi was also released and saw Zhou Qingfeng who was laughing and not paying attention. He whispered and asked: "Boss, what's going on now?"
"Maybe we have to go home." Zhou Qingfeng did not resist the eviction order. He knew very well that people who came into contact with the 'cursed coins' would become extremely greedy and unable to communicate according to common sense.
But it’s good to be greedy, but not to be greedy.
As expected, the army became more vigorous and resolute, driving them away as soon as they were told.
When he arrived, Zhou Qingfeng was still riding the soviet bread. When he left, he was given preferential treatment. A Mi-8 helicopter was parked outside the camp and could take off at any time.
From Moscow to Kiev, from Kiev to Kharkov, and from Kharkov back to Kiev, Uncle Zhou seemed to have traveled in vain.
At this moment, in the city of Kiev, the military district headquarters.
General Chechevatov is reading several documents in his office. There is also a map centered on the alliance hanging on the wall of the office, with portraits of several great men above the map.
There is a globe on the desk and the Union flag behind the desk. Anyone who walks into this office will be surprised by the spaciousness and luxury of the place.
There are polished oak floors and leather sofas imported from the West. There are several decorative eggs placed on the bookcase in the corner, all of which are historical objects from the past.
Next to the bookcase is the secretary's room. His Excellency the General's adjutant brought in a bottle of ice-cold imported whiskey from the outside, placed a document on the desk, and reminded: "General, the new government is urging you again."
The General was signing a document with his pen in hand. When he heard this, he shouted: "Ignore those idiots, we haven't evacuated yet. It's not the Americans' turn to give orders."
Ermao had declared independence, and the new people in power were eager to seize power, and by the way, they drove away the Soviet troops that were an eyesore and an obstacle. To be precise, they drove away the generals of the Kiev Military District.
Without military power, the status is unstable.
But as the commander of the military region, General Chechevatov did not receive any orders from above. After all, the alliance has not officially announced its dissolution, so it can only take one day at a time.
The General is busy gathering troops and equipment, and thinking about how to deal with the aftermath. He signed multiple orders in succession, requiring his several armies to control the officers and soldiers below as much as possible.
But only God knows how many of these orders can be implemented. Now only troops that highly emphasize discipline will listen to him.
The whole day passed in a hurry, and most of the whiskey on the desk was drank. The ice cubes in the barrel were replaced twice, but not only did the general not feel drunk, but the more he drank, the more energetic he became.
In excellent condition.
After drinking until late at night, the bottle was already empty.
General Chechevatov couldn't help shouting, asking the adjutant to bring another bottle of wine. He shouted several times, but there was no response from the secretary. He had to stand up and walk over.
The adjutant's secretary's room is twenty to thirty square meters, and an ordinary desk is placed next to the door. Anyone who wants to see the general must report here and wait.
It stands to reason that even if the adjutant has to go to the bathroom, he will find someone to take over temporarily. The secretarial room must be manned 24 hours a day. But now...
The adjutant did not leave. He sat behind his desk with his hands raised, a Makarov pistol with a silencer on his forehead.
The man holding the gun was a sturdy Slav, wearing the uniform of a Soviet officer.
There was also a young Asian man standing nearby, flipping through the documents on the secretary's desk. He turned around to see the astonished General. He grinned and shouted, 'Good evening, General.'
The General took half a step back and wanted to turn around and run away, but soon realized that he couldn't run away at all. He could only shout with a sullen face: "Who are you?"
"You should know me." The young Asian pulled out a file from the adjutant's desk and opened the first page, which was his own photo.
I turned to the next copy and it was from Marcus.
Marco's file is a thick stack, but the Asian file in front only has a few thin pieces of paper.
The General looked carefully and recognized who was in front of him. He shouted angrily: "Do you know what this is? This is the headquarters of the Kiev Military District."
"Yes. There are more than a dozen light and dark sentry posts around this room. There are hundreds of well-trained senior officers and staff in this building. There is a full guard regiment outside the building guarding this place."
The young man smiled and said, "I just arrived by helicopter, and I didn't want to be driven away in a panic. So I came in anyway and wanted to have a good talk with you."