Just a hundred meters away from Megan, Daniel, who was born in the CIA, was shot in the arm, and the walkie-talkie he was holding fell to the ground. The blood dripped down the broken arm and scattered all over the ground. He turned over and shook his head vigorously at Colonel Isakov, who came with the gun.
"I surrendered. I didn't mean to stare at you. I swear I didn't see anything. I apologize for my mistake. I know that what you just performed was normal transshipment work."
The lights of the underground passage were deserted, and Agent Daniel was making the final excuse.
A group of Soviet soldiers surrounded the front, and Colonel Isakov stood out. He silently raised the muzzle in his hand, "No one can snatch the Soviet nuclear warhead. No one can let us put down the weapon in our hand."
"No, no, we didn't want to snatch it. We just made the purchase intention to avoid the proliferation of nuclear weapons, and you can refuse."
Daniel held his broken arm and responded in pain.
"Colonel, it's too late for you to stop now. My life or death doesn't matter anymore. But don't make a big mess, or you will die a lot."
Daniel wanted to persuade, but his flimsy words couldn't stop Isakov, who was looking crazy. The latter's rigid face showed a grin, and shouted in a hostile manner: "I have always wanted to make a decision, but I have not been able to make a decision.
I was asking myself, why let a group of idiots, literati, journalists, criminals, and businessmen decide my destiny? I clearly control the most powerful force in the world. Why do I have to listen to others? "
"I have asked for a long time, but there has been no answer." Isakov's voice turned arrogant. "I received a call from Kiev an hour ago. 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 rules.
But what if it doesn’t transfer? Sell it to you capitalist careerists? I know someone will sell it, they will definitely sell it, I can’t wait to sell it. "
Colonel Isakov let out an angry growl, "In that case, why don't I take charge of this? I have ordered all nuclear bomb silos in the military district to be filled with fuel.
All mobile launch vehicles drove away from the concealed position. Tu-160 has launched with nuclear missiles. Even I was surprised. There are many people who have the same idea as me. "
Daniel was shaking his head, and a bullet hit his forehead.
"It's not as difficult as I thought."
Colonel Isakov slowly lowered his muzzle and turned around, his eyes sharp and firm like never before. When the soldiers following him saw this, they raised their guns and shouted, Ullaula yelled.
In another underground facility not far away, the Yingjiang inspectors who had arrived three days ago were being pushed into a separate house by the soldiers and completely locked up.
Some of the personnel guarding the nuclear arsenal also resisted or refused to obey. Without exception, they were all executed by Isakov.
The colonel himself has a high enough rank, and he has enough prestige among the grassroots officers and soldiers. He stood up and acted, as long as he controlled one-third or even one-quarter of his subordinates, it was enough to force the entire group to obey his orders.
Controlled several nuclear weapons warehouses, the colonel personally led the 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 deep underground, covering thousands of square meters. The layout here is similar to that of the space launch control center. There are rows of command posts in the hall that can communicate with all combat units in the entire Kiev Military Region.
Staff officers and officers at all levels sit in a small half of the posts. These people have been on duty here all year round and are responsible for commanding and dispatching the strength and combat system of the entire Kiev Military District.
The headquarters in Kiev is used for daily work, and the real combat depends on the underground command organization.
On one wall of the command hall is a map of the forces and weapons of the entire military region, which is equivalent to an activity sand table. As long as the corresponding command post grabs the phone, you can contact a certain bright spot.
Hundreds of heavily armed soldiers rushed into the hall to control everyone in the command seat. Staff officers at all levels felt baffled, but soon understood that this was a mutiny.
Opposite the situation map is the position of the commander. It is enclosed by a one-way transparent glass, 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 obedience. In the blink of an eye, the entire command structure fell into the hands of the colonel.
At this moment, the Mi-8 helicopter returned to Barakleya camp with Uncle Zhou. It was also hard for him to run back and forth in a day, but this time he was accompanied by General Chechevatov and his adjutant.
The power system was rumbling overhead, and the atmosphere in the cabin was extremely cold.
Your Excellency, wearing a standard military uniform, stared at Zhou Qingfeng in a daze. He is getting older and has a sturdy figure that is the iconic Slavs. But today, under his uniform, he was swollen with a ring of explosives.
The helicopter flew for several hours to land. The guards of the barracks saw the general suddenly appear, and they all stood with great respect and respect.
"General, your subordinates respect you very much. When I came with Isakov the other day, these big soldiers were all laughing and joking."
Zhou Qingfeng doesn't know how to read minds. He only felt that he was like a'fake tiger', following the general this time, the treatment he received was exceptionally different.
It is indeed different, the expressions of these soldiers are particularly stiff. It seems that the student who was peeking at pornographic books in class was caught upright by the teacher, like a ghost.
The generals and adjutants were strapped with explosives, and their expressions were stiffer than those of the soldiers in the camp, and they were more hell. He simply responded, walked to the guard box in the camp, and grabbed the internal phone inside.
"I'm General Chechevatov. I'm at the gate of the camp. Where is Isakov?"
Zhou Qingfeng had ears and eyes. He was standing behind the general and could hear a panic shout from the microphone. It seemed that some tables and chairs had been knocked over. But the person who answered the phone soon stabilized and answered a few words formulaically.
The general did not suspect him, and hung up the phone. The soldier at the post drove an off-road vehicle to the general because there was a long distance from the entrance of the camp to the entrance of the underground facility.
Zhou Qingfeng followed into the car, and Le Diandian smiled and said, "Hey..., following the general is different than following the colonel. Last time the big soldiers in this camp ignored me at all. Today they just ignored me. It's much more enthusiastic and respectful."
The adjutant drove himself, and he glanced at Zhou Qingfeng in the rearview mirror—if it wasn't for the explosive detonator in the bastard's hands, I really wanted to find a piece of horse dung to gamble this guy's mouth.
The off-road vehicle went all the way, and should have been released from the heavily guarded camp.
Zhou Qingfeng glanced left and right in the car, as strange as sightseeing. He was released from house arrest not long after his previous visit, and he has not visited in person.
The car drove into a tunnel, passed through a huge blast door, received the attention of gun guards, and entered a spacious underground passage. The four people in the car drove five or six kilometers in the tunnel at a stretch, and suddenly there were personal figures in front of them.
The driving lieutenant had to brake abruptly.
The figure is not tall, but the figure is petite but exquisitely raised, she is a blonde little foreigner. She held a gun in her hand, pointed viciously at the adjutant driving, pointed at Marcos in the passenger seat, and finally the general and Zhou Qingfeng in the back seat.
This foreign girl probably wanted to say something cruel, but she was surprised to see the adjutant driving officer wearing the rank of lieutenant colonel. Looking at the old man in the general's uniform in the back seat, she felt that she was lucky.
You can see Zhou Qingfeng...
Uncle Zhou was also looking at each other in a daze. He faced the muzzle fearlessly, frowned and said, "Why is there a beautiful girl who hijacks a car here? She sees others pretending to be cruel, but seeing me is like seeing a ghost?"
Ma Keshi followed the boss's adventure today, which is also a time-honored adventure. But he still couldn't help saying: "Boss, the little girl looks at you very strange. Is it your lover?"
Uncle Zhou is really strange. He was also inexplicable, "If I hooked up with a girl like this, I would forget it without reason."