In Grozny, there is a square.

Cheers came one after another, and screams resounded through the clouds, and a group of people gathered together, watching the excitement with great enthusiasm.

A dark gray pickup truck was dragging a person behind, running at a speed of more than twenty yards on the ground. The people on the ground were covered in blood and could not see their appearance, but the military uniform and the rank of lieutenant colonel on it were very eye-catching. The one who was dragged was Zang Weirev, the political commissar of the 228th Motorized Infantry Regiment.

This is the former top student of Fulongzhi Military Academy.

The sun was very thick today. Before Zangweilev died, he felt dizzy and even wanted to commit suicide. His chest was slightly undulating. He tried hard to open his eyes. His eyelids were stuck with blood stains. It hurt like tearing. As soon as he opened a crack, he saw a figure standing next to him.

The other party squatted down slowly, and Zangweilev could see the other party clearly.

Dudaev!

He could not forget this stinky face, and he often used his photos to practice darts in the military camp.

"Traitor!" Zangweilev was still very strong, and he didn't know where he got his strength. He even flew over with blood mixed with saliva, squirting the other party's body, all over his face.

Dudaev squinted his eyes, and the guard next to him punched Zangweilev and hurriedly looked for tissues. He stood up, took out a piece of paper from his pocket, wiped the blood stains on his face, and his face was still very calm, just saying two words, "Continue."

The pickup truck driver kicked the accelerator and smoke began to flow from behind the exhaust pipe, dragging Zangweilev back up, who screamed in horror.

The other prisoners were regarded as capital for showing off by Dudaev, and he also asked reporters to shoot and publish them in the news media, which was not to leave any face.

Mark Li happened to see the photos in the newspaper. The school officials were tortured and almost lost their human form. They put down the newspaper and shook their heads, "Tsk tsk, Dudaev is really cruel. He just kills people but just slap the ground. Isn't this abyss with him? " He didn't pay any attention to the cigarette ashes in his hand fell on his leather shoes, and he said while dusting.

Only when you are strong can others be submissive.

It seems that the strength of the Russians has long been seen through, and the tears of poverty even make them reluctant to bring better deterrent weapons to the front line.

That is why Dudaev is unscrupulous.

"The reason why these people were not killed is that the Chechens wanted to get more." A middle-aged white man sitting next to him frowned and said, "He was the deputy found by Mark Li, and he was also his partner in the company's discipline inspection department. Both sides cooperated well. As soon as he asked for someone, the boss agreed.

Mark Lee felt that what he said made sense, and only interests can make people control their desires.

Just as he was about to speak, the landline on the table rang. The deputy looked at the boss, then walked over and picked it up, "Hey, hello."

"Boss, look for you." The deputy pointed at the microphone with a gesture, meaning that he didn't speak. If Mark Lee didn't want to speak, he could say he was not here.

Mark Lee went over and took the phone call. Who is looking for him at this time?

"Hey, I'm Mark."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Mark, my name is Harodrov." The voice on the opposite side was very low and his mood was not high.

What are these Russians asking for their own affairs?

Soon Mark Li knew that the Northern Cluster Command hoped to be a middleman through the Savior Company to redeem the captives. If they died, it would be fine. Even though they knew they were still alive, they would not make any moves. The people in the country would definitely protest.

Kharodrov wished that all these people would die, and the headquarters could still apply for honors for them.

You are half-dead, it's just a mess.

The headquarters was embarrassed to come to the door directly. Damn, you have all been killed by our colleagues, and now some of them are captured, all of them are senior officers, licking their faces to the door. Isn’t this stretching out your face to make people shit?

"We know that Dudaev has a good relationship with your company." Kharodrov tried to be more tactful. If it were someone else, he might have said it directly, you bastards are mixed with those idiots.

Mark Li pondered for a while, thinking that this matter was not very difficult. Dudaev did not kill the prisoner, which means that he was for the benefit of the people among his middlemen. Isn’t he the final say?

"Of course, our company is happy to do something for these combat heroes." Mark Lee said beautifully, without a joke tone, but instead indicated that the captives were also heroes. This made Harodrov's favor for him suddenly soar, and he thanked him and invited him to have a drink after the war and as a private person.

Mark Lee responded, hung the landline, pushed it into the table, leaned against the edge of the table, and said to his deputy, "Business is coming, the Russians ask us to bring back the prisoners. You go and ask the Chechens what conditions they need."

The deputy nodded, took a sip of the cigarette in his mouth, and pressed the remaining half in the ashtray. He walked out to contact the Chechens. Mark Lee took out a chocolate from his pocket, put it on his tongue, and chewed it slowly. This is his little habit. He likes to eat chocolate when encountering things.

After receiving the call from the savior, Chechnya hurriedly notified Dudaev, who did not expect that the Russians came to him through the method of intermediaries.

But this did not prevent him from shouting out an outrageous price.

A person costs $5 million!

The deputy on the other end of the phone almost squirted. What a joke, it’s better to fight a golden coffin than to have this money. You can even be faced if you die.

The deputy couldn't handle it, so he had to let Mark Lee come in person.

"Mr. Dudaev, I think you put those wastes there and have to care about their meals. This is a complete loss. If you ask for a price that is too high and scare the Russians away, I'm afraid you will have to rot them in your hands by then."

I just called someone a hero, but now I say he is a waste. Sure enough, a man's mouth is a lie.

What he said makes sense. There is only one buyer of this "goods", who else will spend money? The price of the Russians will definitely not agree.

Dudaev was just talking, and after saying this, he actually regretted it. But if this person who wants to save face is too ugly, it will be so ugly that the buyer will pay the price himself.

"Do you want cash or weapons?" Mark Li Wen.

Dudaev opened his mouth and said quietly, "How much do you give?"

"Cash, $200,000 per person, and if you have weapons and ammunition, you will be counted as $500,000 per person."

"The price is too low!" Dudaev said dissatisfiedly, Mark Lee retorted, "Sir, if it is cash, this money is enough to buy a large manor in London. If it were a weapon, it would at least be able to arm a regiment! It's not a lot. If you don't agree, I think I can't do anything. No matter how big the request is, you can only apply to the boss. However, the boss shouldn't care about this, and the money is not very interested in him."

Of course, Boss Tang would not care about this little money, but Mark Li cares that he wants to create profits for the company, and no matter how small the mosquito is, it is still meat.

Dudaev thought it made sense, but it was not cost-effective to send it away just so simply, so he had to do some more work on these people.

"I accept it, but I will hand over the prisoners in three days."

These Mark Lee didn't care about it, and now I want to reply to the Russians.
Chapter completed!