"Mr. President's condition is very bad. I think his symptoms are serious again." The secretary took a deep breath and could not tell the timidity he had just now. Instead, he looked at Vice President Yandarbiev with aggressive eyes.

He was more like a doctor who sentenced Dudaev to death.

Yandarbiev looked indifferent, and Maskandov, who was beside him, showed fierceness in his eyes. This "gentleman" who was considered by most people to be the representative of the moderates, at this moment, was a wolf full of desire.

Grest lowered his head, silent, and his eyes were gloomy. He was actually trying Dudaev's death with a group of rebels. He was actually very loyal to the latter, but everyone could see that the Chechens had a future and did not belong to Dudaev.

His ambitions have long been eroded by women and desires.

Everyone present wanted to use the Russian army to break Dudaev's rule, or to use the Russian army's general trend to re-introduce Chechnya into the right path.

Dudaev is just a Chechen, but Chechen is not Dudaev's.

However, everyone understands that there must be a hand behind everyone. It is unknown who is standing, but they are all adults. They all understand that each has their own needs. It is impossible to make a fortune by making money from nothing. Those present must have argued for the people behind them.

"Gentlemen!" Yandarbiev stood up and looked at everyone. If Dudaev was pulled down, he would be the natural receiver. This was agreed upon by everyone, and perhaps it was a transaction behind it.

Yandarbiev picked up the Uz submachine gun on the table, raised his left hand, blushed and shouted wildly, "Gentlemen, the future of Chechnya is in our hands. It is the responsibility given to us by history to make everyone stand up, Ula!"

"Ula!!" The people standing there were Yandarbiev's fanatical confidants, echoing, holding their weapons, and rushed out. The Vice President looked at the big guys present, smiled, and showed his teeth, "For the future!"

Grest and Mashardov looked at each other, picked up the guy, rushed out, fucking Dudaev to death, and today we are the bosses!

All the defenses on the entire floor had been transferred by them long ago.

In other words, Dudaev is hard to fly.

He kicked the other party's office away, and the President was smoking a cigarette inside. He was shocked and frightened. The flames were all splashed. He was so shocked that he stood up, frowned, and looked at them with dissatisfaction, but he felt that something was wrong. Why did everyone look at themselves with bad eyes?

Dudaev's heart skipped a beat and looked at Grest, "What are you going to do!" Is this a question? The latter lowered his head without saying a word, and the former looked at Mashardov, the chief of staff, the theoretical second in command of the Chechen army.

"Sorry, sir." Mashardov faced it calmly.

Dudaev pointed at him and was about to scold him. Yandarbiev couldn't stand it, so he picked up the gun and flipped it. He was so angry that he had leaked it. He was covered with bullet holes. If he could still bear it at this time, Iron Man should be.

Bullets rarely pass through the body, but the glass behind him was also broken. Dudaev stared at him and died with his eyes open. Yandarbiev went over, kicked him, replaced the magazine, and sent another shuttle. What's the fuck, is there that hatred?

Everyone waited for him to vent, and Yandarbiev breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head and looked at everyone, "Chechnia belongs to us!"

"Ula!!"

Yandarbiev looked at Maskadov, "I surrender to the Chechen soldiers with the order of the acting president, and we are now accepting peace talks."

This is the guarantee from the interest groups behind them that they will definitely accept peaceful negotiations, and this is also one of the reasons why they have risen to rebel. As long as they negotiate, they will have greater opportunities for independence at that time.

Maskadov looked at the other party deeply, but still took the order and made a call on the landline. He didn't know who it was. He just muttered a few words in Russian and hung up the phone, "They asked us to take Dudaev's body to the front line and announce our surrender in front of everyone."

Yandarbiev's face suddenly changed color.

What a joke? If you go to the front line, if you are shot by Dudaev's loyalty, you will die of vain? He must be panicked, and a hint of rush flashed in his eyes, but after all, he has seen the world, so he should calm down. Now he seems to have no choice but to obey.

"Take the front line with the body." Yandarbiev could only say helplessly.

The group hurriedly carried the body downstairs and threw Dudaev into the back pocket of a pickup truck. The former Chechen king is now just a corpse that was thrown away at will. Sure enough, it was a sentence that an accident came sooner than tomorrow.

When we arrived at the front line, we could see fires everywhere. The Russian army was advancing too fast. If we calculated this, Grozny would definitely be captured within two or three hours.

Yandarbiev looked at the fire in front and signaled the convoy to stop the car, then asked someone to call the contact person and let the Russian army attack. Maskadov was the responsibility of the person in charge, but when he called over, the other party exchanged a few greetings with him, which made him feel something was wrong.

"Sir, when will the fire be stopped!" Mashardov was impatient.

The opposite side was quiet for a moment, and after about a minute, he finally spoke, "Good luck, goodbye." After that, he hung up the phone. The busy voice inside made Mashardov's heart tighten, and his right eyebrows jumped. Before he could react, he saw a beam of light flying through the sky in the distance, and then... his feet were exploding!

The missile bombed directly?!

This is someone locking the coordinates based on their phone, causing Dudaev to die for the second time.

They are still too young, who did the business with? There is no defense at all, and people will directly take it. These are all Chechen's senior executives. After this, the basic command has been cut off. Therefore, the Russian army almost rushed into Grozny in an unstoppable posture!

Grozny, liberation!

This was too fast, and Grachev didn't react. Even Yeltsin was stunned when he received the call, and couldn't believe it was too easy, right? When the employees of the Savior Company arrived at the scene, they almost only participated in a small battle. Overnight, the city wall was replaced with the flag.

Of course, the employees of the Savior Company first found Pound Rodrick and others. He was really lucky. He was not injured. However, the two elite teams of elite death teams in the leadership team died and were seriously injured. They probably were going to retire. There were few A-level elites like the Umbrella, but now they have suffered such a huge loss. Mister, who received the news, must report to the boss.

"I understand. Take good care of the wounded, intervene in Ponder Rodrick and others, and then give them a long vacation, and all the pensions are subject to the standards," said Tang Dao.

Of course, this pension is not as much as it was when he first started. If it was one million US dollars per person, he would have to lose money. Generally, it would be a 13-month salary, plus a "fund" amount, which is what Mr. Tang's private wallet was credited, which was about 200,000 US dollars.

The average pension for a person is no less than US$400,000, which is aimed at a few elites.

Tang Dao actually knew that Dudaev was dead long ago because the system reminded him.

[Assassination: Dudaev is a bad guy. Just you need to implement the so-called assassination plan. Kill this bastard who destroys peace and will specify a reward in the system.] (Complete).

Please select Rewards.

【One, an aircraft within twenty years.】

[2, a combat force that has existed in a game or novel (non-ultrasound)]

[3. Monthly sales of a project in a designated company increased by 10%].

...

Tang looked at the eyes on it, but finally set his eyes on option 2.

I urgently need a combat force to replenish my blood.
Chapter completed!