Deng Deng Deng.

Chaotic and panicked footsteps in the corridor.

Diegoski pushed open a dormitory with a solemn expression, and saw inside that a well-dressed colonel shot himself. He was lying on the table with burn marks on his temples.

His hands were drooping, and the Makarov fell to the ground. Blood seeped from the table, and it hit the ground with tick-tock sounds. Outside the window, a gust of wind blew in, blowing up the curtains.

The sky finally opened up and a beam of light shone on his face.

The other party is very young, probably less than forty years old. Serving as a colonel at this age will definitely have a bright future.

This has been…

There is no need to call an ambulance.

A 9mm pistol bullet is enough to mess up the nerves in your brain.

Gao Jun stood behind and glanced at Diegoski, who frowned tightly. A soldier next to him rushed up and helped Akhromeev up. A medal hung on his left side.

"General, here are two letters." The soldier pulled out two neatly folded letters from the table and handed them to Diegoski.

He took it and opened it with a frown. Gao Jun stood behind and couldn't understand Russian, his eyes darkened.

"Dear Davarich, when you read this letter, please forgive the cowardice of a soldier. I really can't stand my troops. My dear comrades have become slaves of capitalism. I'm sorry.

A war, I lost..."

"When the motherland is about to perish and the whole meaning of my life is destroyed, I can no longer live. The life course I have gone through gives me the right to die. I fought until the last breath of my life. I'm sorry, please give me my

The medal is buried with me, long live the Soviet Union!!"

Diegosky looked very complicated. He glanced at Akhromeev's body and then picked up another letter. There were only a few words in it, entrusting him to pay the 30 rubles owed to the canteen.

Standing in front of the body, he stuffed the letter back into the envelope, "Take care of his body and then notify his family."

That's an understatement.

But it's better to just get used to it.

In the gray history, there are always people who leave light.

Diegoski turned back and looked at Gao Jun, "I'm sorry, Yuri, I'm afraid there's nothing we can do today..."

"I understand, it's okay. I still have a few days in Tallinn. I'm staying at Uncle Anatoly's house these two days."

Diegosky glanced at Anatole, nodded slightly, and his eyes fell on his son again. He was lazily leaning against the door, yawning, and his curled up look made him grit his teeth, "Lyudmi

pull!"

"Damn it, are you contaminated with those things again?"

"No...no." Lyudmila shook her head.

Diegosky snorted in disbelief. If there were no guests here today, he might have had to be beaten. According to Lyudmila's little arms and legs, these two or three times would have been sent to the west.

go.

"Send Yuri and the others off."

"Little Chicken Popsicles" nodded, and walked out with a sullen expression. When she turned the corner and reached the stairs, Lyudmila breathed a sigh of relief, stood on the rest platform, touched her pockets, and then shamelessly faced Gao Jun.

Grinning, "Let's have a cigarette."

Tonikov handed him one.

He put his left hand on his waist and held a cigarette in his right hand. He took a puff and felt refreshed. He steeled himself and said, "Akhromeyev is an idiot. I think suicide is the stupidest way to die. I

My father originally pulled him along, but he never agreed and even drove away the guests. The people in the headquarters were very unhappy and dismissed him."

"Why do we have so many principles?" Lyudmila shook her head with an expression of disbelief, "Isn't it bad to pursue money? Their beliefs have always been disasters."

Gao Jun glanced at Anatole, who opened his mouth, but lowered his head and did not argue.

"You are right, your opinion is great."

Never argue with someone who has different views. You will not get any benefit except a waste of time.

Lyudmila looked very good when she saw Gao Jun agreeing with him, and even hummed the song "Katyusha". Is this considered an irony?

The other party sent the group of them to the door downstairs. Before he could say a few words, his cheeks began to twitch and the corners of his mouth were crooked and coy. This was a symptom of addiction.

"You go back first. We can go alone. Don't shortchange yourself. If you need anything, you can call me." Gao Jun was very considerate and patted the other party's shoulder in a gentle tone.

Lyudmila pinched her nose, he was very addicted to it, "Don't worry, you are my best friend."

He said, waving his hand, "No more, I'm going to work first, be careful on the road."

Watching him leave, Anatole frowned, looked at Gao Jun, and walked towards the Lincoln car as he said, "Aren't you afraid that Diegoski will kill you?"

"Did I force him to smoke?" Boss Gao, who got into the passenger seat and buckled his seat belt, turned to look at him and spread his hands, "I didn't stare at his head with a gun and tell him, hey, sir, you want

Try this, it tastes great.”

"Bullets can't penetrate the mind, uncle."

Anatoly started the ignition, shifted the gear, and turned the steering wheel, "That's what I said, but I think Lyudmila may not survive for long if she continues like this."

"It's better to die bravely than to live a meaningless life. Maybe, for him, he will be very happy at this time?"

Gao Jun has quite a lot of distortions.

The Lincoln drove out of the camp, and when the two of them were discussing where to go for fun, Barnacles, who was sitting in the back, suddenly said, "Sir, the motorcycle behind has been following us for a long time."

Gao Jun and Anatole's voices stopped abruptly. The former looked in the rearview mirror and saw a driver wearing a helmet and a black coat following behind him. But looking from behind, he could see someone else.

"Don't be nervous, I think we should change places, boss."

Gao Jun unbuckled his seat belt, crawled towards the back seat and changed positions with Barnicles. The other man held the steering wheel with his left hand and looked at the motorcycle tightly, "Calm down and listen to my command."

"Will there be pedestrians behind me?" Anatoly asked nervously.

"When a person follows you for more than two minutes, it proves that he is harmful to you in a certain sense." The Soviet guy said.

In fact, the safest thing is to run back to the camp quickly, but...

In that place, the soldiers' combat effectiveness may not really be useful.

Buzz buzz!

The motorcycle behind made a roar and was about to overtake!

When he saw half a tire approaching, Gao Jun opened the car door and pushed it hard.

Boom!

The motorcycle hit the car door directly, making a violent collision, and then saw the car door being pushed in the opposite direction, and the rider was knocked out. This time, it may not be easy to get up.

"Boss, you did a great job...be careful!" Barnacles was about to praise him when he suddenly saw an off-road vehicle crossing the road in front of him. He stretched out a gun muzzle from the passenger side and pointed it at the Lincoln.

.

Damn you!

The Soviet Union has not yet collapsed.

Where did the Scorpion submachine gun come from?

Banicles held down Anatole's head and said, "Don't brake, rush over, accelerator!"

Peng Peng Peng…

The bullet blew off the hood and hit the glass. It was completely unclear what was in front of him. In order to survive, Anatole obediently stepped on the accelerator and crashed into it.

Hit the off-road vehicle blocking the road to one side.

Barnicles bit open an F-1 defensive grenade hidden in his pocket with his teeth and threw it under the off-road vehicle.

Defensive grenades do not mean they are not powerful.

With a bang of 60g of TNT, the off-road vehicle's butt and tail flew up, and then the mailbox seemed to be set on fire. Suddenly, the entire vehicle was engulfed in flames.

"I can't see the road ahead." Anatole said in a panic. He was a judge and had never encountered such a thing.

"Turn!" Gao Jun was lying on the glass. He saw a crossroad in front of him and shouted. The other party subconsciously turned the steering wheel. Due to the inertia, the hood was thrown out.

The new car delivered yesterday is like this today.

"Go to the airport and meet up with Bancroft. I'll contact Diegoski and ask him to send a team over and give me the phone number." Gao Jun lay on the back seat, curled up his body, and knocked on the passenger seat.

Signaling Barnicles to hand him the phone on the plaque.

When the call got through, it was the correspondent who answered it. He didn't trust anyone now and told him to let Diegoski answer the phone. "Hurry! Sir, run fast. I'll buy you a drink. How about 10 kilograms of liquor?"

Upon hearing this, the correspondent hurriedly said to him, "Wait a minute." Gao Jun seemed to hear his roar, "General, general!"

Well, for working so hard, I’ll give you more money later.

Diegoski yelled at the other end of the phone, but he still answered the phone, "Hello?"

"General, listen, someone wants to kill me. I'm going to Uncle Anatoly's house now, and you send troops."

When Diegoski heard this, he was also anxious and said, "Okay, okay, you wait."

"Aren't you going to the airport?" Anatoly asked anxiously, "Why did you say you were going to my house?"
To be continued...