Great Single Player of the Heavens

"why are you doing this?!"

　　嘭!

　　 "Where did you get the nuclear bomb?!"

　　嘭!

"answer me!"

　　 Every time he asked a question, Price directly punched it, without even giving Alassad time to answer.

　　 Alasad, who was tied to a chair, seemed to be beaten by the "iron fist of the money team", as if Price's exclusive punching bag for boxing was used.

　　 Lu Qi and others standing in the barn were watching coldly, watching Price's violent interrogation process quietly.

　　 Obviously, people like Alassad don’t know anything. Unless someone like Price beats him out, he might speak.

　　 The truth is also true.

　　 In fact, when Price kept beating Alassad, Alassad could not withstand the torture and said the name "Zakayev".

　　It’s just that Price deliberately pretended not to understand Arabic, and took the opportunity to give this **** who killed 30,000 soldiers in action, and some lessons...

　　 Seeing Price took out a piece of rope and wrapped it around Alasad's neck, preparing to give him a feeling of suffocation and ascension to heaven, a private mobile phone abandoned on the ground suddenly rang.

　　 Lu Qi picked up his mobile phone, looked at the unknown number displayed on the caller ID, and immediately raised his voice to Price, reminding:

　　 "Sir, it's his cell phone."

　　 Hearing the words, Price easily loosened the rope, caught the phone thrown by Lu Qi, and pressed the answer button.

　　Although he couldn't hear what the other end of the phone was saying, Lu Qi knew from Price's gradually serious expression that the caller was the person behind everything-Zakayev!

　　 I didn't know what was said, and not long after answering the call, Price dropped the phone without saying a word.

　　 Upon seeing this, Lu Qi's eyes narrowed slightly, and he stared at Price, for fear that the big brother would say nothing, and drew a gun to Alassad.

　　 Fortunately, the worst scenario that Lu Qi envisioned did not happen.

　　 Perhaps it was already known that Zakayev was playing tricks behind his back, and Price did not destroy Alassad in a single shot like in the game.

　　 Price also understands very well that the living Alassad is more valuable than the dead Alassad...

　　 "Sir, who is on the phone?"

　　 glanced at Lu Qi, Price could not help pursing his lips, and then said in a low, nostalgic voice:

　　 "Zakayev...Imran Zakayev!"

"Who is he?"

　　 Before Price could answer the question about soap, a male voice suddenly came from the radio of everyone:

　　 "This is the gun mount. The bird is already on the way, and it has three minutes to reach the scheduled landing area, it's over."

"Roger that."

　　 pointed to the dying Alassad, and Price had a meaningful expression and said:

　　 "Take him back, you will soon know who Zakayev is..."

　　. . .

　　On the evacuated CH-46 transport helicopter, Price lit his cigar, and told the three people in Team B about his past with Zakayev:

　　 Fifteen years ago.

　　 Price, who was still a lieutenant at the time, received a special task, which was to infiltrate Chernobyl in Pripyat, Ukraine, and assassinate a person named Zakayev.

　　 According to intelligence, this Maozi named "Zakayev" intends to sell Chernobyl's radioactive fuel rods and precious uranium and other nuclear materials on the black market in order to obtain huge profits.

　　 In order to prevent such behavior, the British government authorized an assassination order for the first time since World War II.

　　 So, Price, under the leadership of the commander, Captain McMillan, infiltrated Chernobyl and successfully carried out a sniper attack on Zakayev, who was undergoing a nuclear deal.

　　 During the evacuation, McMillan was also shot down by Price's helicopter and injured his leg. Since then, he retreated to the next line of troops and turned to the rear to command.

　　 Price originally thought that his shot sent the **** to hell.

　　 But, in fact, Zakayev was not dead, just a broken arm.

　　 During the last retreat, through Lu Qi's reminder and Nicolai's intelligence, Price only knew that Zakayev was not dead!

　　 and also became the leader of Maoist extremists, the notorious leader of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse!

　　 "Huh..."

　　 slowly spit out the smoke from his lungs, Price, sitting on the seat opposite to Lu Qi and others, flicked a cigar between his fingers, and continued:

　　 "According to intelligence analysis, both the sale of nuclear bombs and the plan to detonate nuclear bombs were all instigated by Zakayev."

　　 "After a long time, the man behind the scenes is not Alazad, but Zakayev."

　　 took off his peaked cap and scratched his messy hair. Gates said casually: "Tsk tusk, if the Americans knew this, they would definitely be so angry that they would fire all the intelligence personnel..."

　　 Hearing the words, Price explained:

　　 "It's not that they don't know that there is Zakayev's shadow in this incident. It's just that the Americans are too arrogant and too blind to believe in their own army..."

　　 glanced not far away, and was guarded by two S.A.S team members [零零看书00kxs], and Alassad wearing a black hood, Soap could not help but ask:

　　 "Then what happens next?"

　　 "Alassad will be interrogated in Hamburg and will tell all the **** he and Zakayev have done. The Americans will also know ~www.ltnovel.com~ who should I find revenge..."

　　Speaking of this, Price couldn’t help turning his head to look at Lu Qi who was thinking, and said

　　 "A, you did a good job this time. Your guess, to a large extent, provides us with precious information."

Hearing Price’s compliment, Lu Qi showed no joy on his face, he just smiled helplessly, and said faintly: “However, these precious information still failed to let the **** politicians of the White House give up letting the 30,000 soldiers go to death. Stupid decision..."

　　 Even if he knew that he was powerless to change the fate of the 30,000 soldiers who died in the US Army, Lu Qi was still unwilling.

　　 Hearing this, Gates and Soap both looked at each other's faces, and invariably thought of the soldiers and civilians who died in the Middle East...

　　 A solemn silence followed.

　　 And in the end, it was Price's words that broke the silence:

　　 "We are soldiers. The mission of soldiers is to obey orders. Politics is something we cannot touch. But war is where we belong."

　　 "We cannot decide the direction of politics, nor can we be the focus on the battlefield."

　　 "But when the time comes, we also have an opportunity that those politicians who stay in the office don't have, that is the right to defend peace with our own hands!"

　　 When all three of them focused on their own body, Price took a deep sip of the cigar, and the words were filled with no doubt among the clouds and mist that slowly spit out:

　　 "Alassad was the first conspirator who tried to destroy the peace, but it was definitely not the last!"

　　 "Don't forget, Zakayev, still waiting for us..."