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720 Mutation

Of course, Irving did not want to have anything to do with the oligarchs, especially after President Wolfsky clearly expressed his dislike for the oligarchs.

"No, I was just talking about the matter. Later I asked, if the Moscow Hotel had not organized the town residents, the rescue operation would never have been so smooth. And don't forget that the three black widows hiding among the hostages were also found by them.

Also, didn’t you ask me to tell the truth? This is what I said..."

Wofsky looked a little unhappy, but he was the one who asked Irving to tell the truth.

"The oligarchs are Russia's biggest cancer. They took advantage of the disintegration of the Soviet Union to embezzle state-owned assets and pocket the wealth that originally belonged to the people. When the country is in crisis, these people don't think about how to save the country. Instead, they lie in front of the country.

They are sucking blood from sick bodies, and they actually want to control politics. These guys are greedy and cruel. They have established monopolies in Russia and intensified domestic conflicts. Xuyang has raised private armed forces. Even if they are shot ten times, it is not too much..."

"I said when I took office that I will not confiscate the existing properties of these oligarchs, but they must operate legally, otherwise I will not show mercy..."

It seems that President Wolfsky really hates the oligarchs. If killing the oligarchs had not caused domestic chaos, he would have arrested all the oligarchs and staged a mass uprising.

"Ulyanov doesn't want to do anything with politics, he just wants to..."

"That's enough, you are not allowed to participate in this matter..."

Vovsky interrupted Irving's defense, and Irving did not continue. The person opposite him was Russia's famous iron-fisted president. He never thought that he could influence him, he just wanted to do a favor. Since this favor couldn't help, then forget it.



Just as the atmosphere in the conference room gradually became darker, Sergey, who was guarding outside the door, looked at his watch.

"Valentin, I feel a little uncomfortable. Go to the bathroom and help me take a look..."

After saying hello to the agent guarding the door, Sergey walked towards the cabin.

After crossing the aisle and seeing that no one noticed him, Sergey ducked into the lounge.

In the lounge, three agents were drinking coffee. The FSO agents were taking a break, and the three here had just returned from changing their posts.

Sergey walked to the coffee machine, took out a cup, poured himself some coffee, took a sip, and then said to the agent on the side: "Vasily, the president asked you to come over, it seems that he has something to ask you...

"

"Now?"

"Yes."

The three agents in the room put down their coffee and were about to go out. After their backs were turned to Sergey, Sergey suddenly pulled out his 9mm Djurza pistol.

Puff puff puff~

With three soft sounds, the three agents who were about to go out were unprepared and all fell into a pool of blood.

The pistol is equipped with a silencer before entering the door. The closed room can completely cover up the faint sound of gunfire. This pistol is the standard equipment of FSO agents. It can easily penetrate bulletproof vests within a range of 50 meters and can penetrate bulletproof vests within a range of 100 meters.

It penetrated the car shell, so Sergey didn't have to worry about the bullet being blocked by the agent's soft body armor.

After confirming that all three people were dead, Sergey took out the key card and swiped the card to open the door. Behind the door was a weapons cabinet on the plane, which was full of various weapons.

After the fingerprint verification, the gun cabinet was unlocked. Sergey turned a blind eye to the weapons. All he had to do was open the gun cabinet.

Coming out of the weapons depot, the three corpses in the outer room were lying on the ground desolately. Looking at the three familiar faces, they were usually comrades who trained together, but now they were lifeless.

A trace of unbearability surged in Sergey's heart, but this was immediately eliminated by him. Thinking of the pitiful way his daughter begged him for help in yesterday's video, his heart ached. He had no other choice but to

Do what those guys ask.

After leaving the lounge, Sergey walked towards the public area. Those guys had clear instructions for every move he made. They would first open the weapons cache, then kill the agents responsible for guarding the public area, and then kidnap or kill the president.

Sergey walked in the aisle, and there was no clue on his face.

"Hey, Sergey, aren't you on duty in the forward cabin today?"

"Yes, the president sent me to the public area to do something. Who is on duty there?"

"Victor, I just came back from there."

Occasionally, I meet two people I know well and chat for a while.

When he came to the public area, there were only a few people from RT TV station here. Sergey knew from the look in their eyes that these people were the terrorists he needed to deal with.

"Hey Sergey, you're not..."

Puff~~

Puff puff puff~

Before Victor could finish his words, he was shot down by Sergey. The flight attendant next to him was shot twice in the chest before she could realize what was going on.

The two bodies fell to the ground. Sergey checked around, but there was no one else.

Sergey waved his hand, and six people from the RT TV station immediately stood up and followed him, leaving only the TV on the ceiling still playing TV programs.

"The weapons arsenal is inside. You can see it when you go in. I'll go over and control the president first..."

Although no one saw what happened just now, every corner of the entire cabin was monitored, and an alarm would be issued soon. He must dare to control the president before then.

Sergey didn't think much about it. He didn't want to do it, but he had to do it. His wife and children were all controlled by the other party, and the condition was that he had to do what they asked.

Damn the Chechens!

Sergey knew that he was definitely doomed, whether he succeeded or failed, he would be dead, but he just hoped that those guys would keep their promise and let his family go.

Sergey stopped hiding and started running quickly.

The warning light on the wall suddenly flashed, which proved that the central control center sounded the alarm and the dead agent in the public area was still seen by the surveillance personnel.

Soon he arrived in front of the conference room, and Valentin, who was helping him, was still guarding the door.

"What happened? What's the alarm?"

In one sentence, Sergey knew that he had not been exposed. The central control room probably only saw the body on the ground, but not the process of his murder.

"I don't know, the alarm suddenly went off, so I rushed over. Is the president still inside?"

"Yes."

Sergey opened the door fiercely and reminded him loudly, "It's me."

The agents inside moved their guns away. The presidential guards were all well-trained top agents. As soon as the alarm was raised, they surrounded President Wofsky. Irving was pointed at a gun by an agent.

He was handcuffed to the iron handrail on the wall.

"There is an emergency, there is an abnormality in the public area..."

Sergey yelled in panic after entering the door.

"Protect the president and don't act rashly for the time being."

Security director Andre made an immediate decision. There was a terrorist attack on the plane. He, the security director, had to make a judgment based on the situation. If the chaos was quickly controlled, then the president would just have to stay here, but if the situation continued to deteriorate,

, then their only option is to take the president to the bottom floor and escape using the escape hatch.

Several agents all pulled out their guns and were guarding all directions. The agent who handcuffed Irving to the wall ignored him when he saw that Irving was under control, and joined the guard.



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