Tang Dao was very "indulgent" and "trust" to Mark Li. The little angel and other confidants could feel it. He was the person in charge of the internal discipline inspection department of the First Person Company.

How long has he been joining the company? I'm afraid it's only been more than a year since Boss Tang is just a man. Otherwise, according to seniority, would you like to do this position? I think it's beautiful.

Moreover, the rights of the Chechen branch were handed over to the other party. At present, the Savior Company has four branches in Somalia, Zaire, Kiev and the border areas in Africa. Mark Li suddenly became a chief official, and this went from getting a salary to getting a red draw, which was simply a step ahead.

Originally, I was a car washer.

Sure enough, life is so mysterious.

"Don't be so Gao Luyuan, the Chechens' orders are enough for the current Border Region branch's business volume this year. Also, this incident has made the Russians very embarrassed. Pay attention to their use of small means. The intelligence department should try to focus on the Russians and buyers." Tang Dao still cared about the safety of Mr. Du. If he was so destined to be assassinated, he would definitely assassinate him.

Do you think that if you come, why are Chechens so honest in the hands of Boss Pu?

Later, Dudaev was killed by air strikes. Anyone who dared to jump later died was outrageous. He would take his bodyguard to buy a bottle of water and could be killed.

My heart is dark when playing with bombs.

If something really happened to Dudaev and the branch in the border region had no profits in essence, then what else is necessary to exist?

"I understand, but there have been a sudden increase in Americans in the Krai recently," said Mark Lee.

"Don't worry about them, no one can stop us from making money. Whoever talks more nonsense in the border areas, you can solve it yourself, and I'll stand behind you."

I spent so much money to pull the rifle association. Can someone behind you have a big influence?

Hearing that the boss was so confident, Mark Li was at ease. After saying a few more words to Tang Dao, he ended the call, looked at the deputy with a relaxed face, and said with a smile, "The boss agreed to our plan, but it will take some time. What we have to do now is to ensure Dudaev's safety and let our people stare at it. The Russians are just ill-hearted."

"Will they use other means?" After the deputy asked, he felt that this question was stupid. He would definitely kill Dudaev and find a way to kill him!

The deputy laughed awkwardly and nodded, "I understand."

...

Azenevo District!

Primakov smoked a cigarette with a serious expression. He had just come out of the president's office and Yeltsin sprayed him for several minutes, making the first Russian director of the Federal Foreign Intelligence Agency particularly ugly.

They asked them to commit revenge assassination against Dudaev, and even if they didn't kill him, they would kill his wife.

The Federal Foreign Intelligence Agency has inherited the tradition of the KGB. He killed more than one person, but because of the collapse of the Soviet Union, the KGB closed more than 30 overseas contact stations and lost a large number of elite agents. Now you have to talk about the four major intelligence agencies, and the current Federal Foreign Intelligence Agency may not be able to handle it.

Let me talk about it here that most of the agents who left were gathered by Tang Dao. The annual salary starts at least 100,000 US dollars. Who would like to come back here and be excluded?

Those people are silently dedicated to the Savior Company.

Primakov is a talented person. He graduated from Moscow Oriental University. He graduated from the National Moscow University in 1956 with a Ph.D. in economics. He has many experience in dealing with the Middle East. Let's put it this way, this is the treacherous old fox.

He had already thought about many assassinations in his mind, poisoning, assassinating, or bombing directly. He was old and couldn't stand it. He pressed the red phone on the table and asked the secretary to inform everyone who had the title to come in. He planned to brainstorm.

Primakov had already worked in the intelligence department before the collapse of the Soviet Union. His prestige was still very high. After this command, the people below were soon in place. Only the leaders of several departments were given the title. The office was suddenly surrounded by smoke and smog.

"Gentlemen, the President is very unhappy about Dudaev's performance in the Chechen War. He believes that this is an insult to us without any bottom line. He asks us to get rid of him immediately!" Primakov said seriously, looking at those sitting, all of which have had front-line experience.

Primakov crossed his hands, his eyes swept over everyone with a cold look, his emotions began to be depressed, and the atmosphere began to be low. At this moment, someone whispered, "We can get his satellite phone, get his address, lock him, and then air strike to kill him!"

The voice was abrupt. Everyone looked at the person who was talking. He was sitting behind. It was a middle-aged man. Primakov frowned. He couldn't remember who this was. The other party seemed to be new. He raised his finger, "Uh..."

"Trubnikov".

The man hurriedly introduced himself, "Viacheslav Ivanovic Trubnikov."

This name is really long, but for the former Soviets, it should be considered short. Moreover, if you know the list of previous directors of the Federal Foreign Intelligence Agency, you will know that this is Primakov's next successor.

Primakov nodded with a gentle face, "Trubnikov, tell me your thoughts in detail again."

Trubnikov took a deep breath. He was transferred in for his excellent performance. He had just arrived and was not responsible for it very much. But he just got the title and was pulled over. He looked at the encouragement in the boss's eyes and hurriedly told the plan, and emphasized that it was very simple. The information department had the ability.

"We just have to ask the middleman to call him, and the early warning aircraft can lock him. In just over two minutes, our fighter aircraft can reach the destination and... blow him up!"

"But, where is the middleman?" asked an inappropriate question, which made Trubnikov stunned. He subconsciously looked at Primakov, who thought, "Who is Dudaev's contact with the most? Don't tell me, there is no record."

"According to our intelligence, Dudaev contacted the agent of an arms company in the border region most frequently, and that agent was in charge of sponsoring weapons for Chechnya," someone said.

"Damn it, I know which company it is, and it's the savior company?" Primakov interrupted his subordinates' report. How could they not know about this company? He is so familiar. Many of his former colleagues worked there, and they often come to poach people. The methods are simple and rough. They just use money to smash people. If they are willing to sign a 10-year long-term contract, they will directly pay a signing fee of 500,000 to 1 million US dollars. If Primakov hadn't forced him down, I'm afraid that half of the people who are sitting here would have to leave.

But when he talked about this to Yeltsin, the other party told him not to worry about it. Primakov suddenly understood that in this game, they had a group with high-player, and he was just a small player. He had no right to know some things. Only the director of the FBI who stood beside him was qualified.

"We can make them intermediaries, just contact us." The interrupted subordinate whispered.

Is this a scheming of the savior company?

Primakov was deeply in deep thought.
Chapter completed!