The Oss Manor is located in the Janvaroki district on the outskirts of Moscow.
This was originally a residential area for high-ranking officials. After the disintegration of the Red Empire, it quickly became a residential area for the oligarchs.
Senior officials and oligarchs are just two sides of the same body.
Due to the overall chaos of social order and the collapse of public security, the oligarchs have deployed powerful private soldiers in their villas to protect themselves.
Every manor villa is almost a small battle fortress, not to mention ordinary firearms, even gunships, armored aircraft, and tanks can be seen!
This is an era of real capital unscrupulous carnival, and money can really buy everything!
A large part of the so-called private soldiers hired are actually elite soldiers of the original Soviet army. They used to fight for the country, but now they fight for money.
In the gates of every manor house, you can see fully armed guards with live ammunition and a wolf dog patrolling back and forth.
Even in summer, as long as the night falls, Moscow is cold.
The guards standing inside the iron gate were extremely exhausted under the double attack of sleepiness and cold. They dangled cigarettes, stomped their feet, walked back and forth, and talked in low voices from time to time, in a relaxed and laid-back mood.
This is the Zhanwaroki district. Everyone in Russia knows that the guards here are not as strong as they are, and there is no unopened little thief who will come here to die.
Suddenly, there was a buzzing vibration on the ground.
There seems to be a slight earthquake.
The wolf dog's ears stood up, staring at the iron gate vigilantly, and then began to yell again and again.
Wolfhounds are military dogs in service. After special training, they are usually silent as if they are dumb.
The vibration grew stronger and stronger, followed by the dull engine sound.
The guards guarding the door were all experienced veterans. When they heard this sound, their expressions changed drastically, and they immediately leaned on the observation window of the iron door and looked out.
The darkness on the street outside the door was pierced by a bright beam of light.
The sound quickly moved from far to near.
One after another, green personnel carriers drove past with a dazzling light.
But it was not these military vehicles that made the dull sound.
The guards became more nervous, took off their guns subconsciously, held them in their hands, and looked at each other from time to time, seeing the fear in each other's eyes.
The dull roar suddenly reached its maximum.
coming!
The thick and long barrel protruded from the darkness, and immediately became a suffocating body!
The tanks, without the lights, followed the troop carrier in the dark, and drove forward!
A violent wind rolled down from the sky.
The gunship was passing low above the tank!
A synthetic combat force armed to the teeth!
After August 19th, Moscow has not had a formed army on the streets for a long time, let alone tanks on the streets!
Something big will happen!
The guards were almost suffocated with fear.
After a few howls, the wolfhound fell into deathly silence.
In the dark world, only the roar of advancing sounded.
The palace-like villas in the manor far away from the street are lit up one after another.
The high-ranking officials and dignitaries in Moscow also received the news in the shortest time.
Chubais has just died less than three hours, Yelich has still not shown any instructions to the death of his confidant love, the Kremlin is still in chaos, and the whole of Moscow is watching in uneasiness. Suddenly there was news of tanks taking to the streets!
who is it
What do you want to do
Will there be another coup
Almost everyone guessed like this.
All kinds of confidential calls suddenly became hotlines.
Unidentified people are searching for news like headless flies.
One of the calls leads to the location, but it is different.
It is not a government department, a luxury villa, or a company headquarters, but an old residential building.
"The Oak Brotherhood has formally issued an inquiry to us, asking us to explain the problem of the attack on Anna Jones, and return her lost soul fragments. The United States has also asked us to explain the incident, if we cannot understand the explanation. , Will refuse to enter by plane. Many people in the government have suddenly become active, apparently receiving instructions from some quarter. The current situation is very unfavorable for us, and we can be sure that after Chubais's death, the Oak Brothers will immediately contact the high-level A certain person in the group. At present, the whereabouts of the troops entering the Zhanwaroki area is still not clear. They are not advancing very fast, but the confidants of Awan Jin and Chubais are no longer able to sit, and they are ready to leave Moscow to escape. "
"Other pressures can be temporarily regressed, and peripheral organizations can give up if necessary." The voice on the phone was muffled and low, and there were electric squeaks. "The changes in Moscow can be left alone, as long as you keep it. Yeliqi’s life, all that is lost can be easily recovered. In the United States, I will communicate with them!"
The phone hangs up.
Located somewhere underground in Moscow, in a room full of instruments and cables, the staff member who listened to all the conversations with their ears pressed their ears down, and immediately put down their ears and scribbled a line on a note on the table. Then it rolled into a paper roll and stuffed it into a thumb-thick metal tube, and threw it in along a throwing hole on the tabletop.
After sliding the metal cylinder along the pipe for several minutes, it entered another room.
The staff member who received the metal tube looked at the impression on it, and immediately ran out of the room holding fast to it.
The corridors were full of hurried staff members, all of them dignified and nervous but with excitement.
The metal tube was finally sent to a room with only name signs and no positions.
The middle-aged man sitting in the room was a little flattered, with a pair of gold glasses on his thin face, and he looked gentle, like a standard office white-collar worker.
He stared silently at the metal tube sent over on the desktop. It took him a while as if he had made up his mind. He took out the slip of paper inside, picked up a red old-fashioned phone on the desktop, and did not speak, just gently. After pressing a few times, stop and start talking immediately.
He didn't speak Russian, but a remote Russian dialect with a strong accent and a short pause every few words.
On the other end of the phone was a room full of soldiers.
A map of Moscow painted with red and green lines hung on one side of the wall.
Whether it was sitting at the desk, standing in front of the map, or drinking with a glass, all stopped and looked at the senior officer who answered the phone.
This is a lieutenant general!
His hair was snow white, and his forehead was full of deep wrinkles.
After putting down the phone, he slowly turned his head, scanned the quiet room, and finally said in a deep voice: "Confirm the final target location and start the action, comrades, this is our last effort and hope, for Russia!"
"For Russia!"
There was a deep and neat response in the room.
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