Great Single Player of the Heavens

　　 While the British-Mission Joint Action Team escorted Alassad back to Hamburg, at the same time, it was located in a military bunker in the northern part of the country...

Snapped!

　　The intact cell phone was smashed to the ground, and his body was broken to pieces.

　　 "That idiot Alassad!"

　　 On the leather office chair behind the desk, sits a bald old man with a fierce face and a slightly undulating chest.

　　 It is worth noting that the sleeve of his left arm is empty.

　　If Price were here, he would definitely recognize that this bald old man with a vicissitudes face missing an arm was the Zakayev who had survived his gun fifteen years ago!

　　 Sitting on the office sofa, little Zakayev wearing a blue sportswear, put down the wine glass in his hand, glanced at the debris of the mobile phone on the ground, and then asked:

　　 "Father, what happened to Alassad?"

　　 "He was caught..."

　　 "What?! Who did it? American? Or..."

　　 Facing his son's question, Zakayev did not answer, but turned to look at the wall on the left.

　　 There stood a man, a man with dark brown hair in a gray suit.

　　 "Vladimir, how is your investigation?"

　　 Hearing the words, the man in the suit slowly raised his head down in thought, revealing his sullen eyes with one side green and the other blue.

　　 "There is progress. The last time the freighter was attacked, the undercover was rescued, and the group of people who took Alassad this time are the same troops."

　　 While talking, the man in a suit took out a stack of photos from his inner pocket and placed them on Zakayev's desk.

　　 Seeing this, the little Zakayev sitting on the sofa got up and went to the desk and picked up one of the photos.

　　 In the photo, I saw an Asian with black hair and yellow skin, looking at him with a bright smile.

　　 His pupils shrank suddenly, and little Zakayev looked extremely surprised:

　　 "Chinese people?!"

　　 "No, this is just one of the Asian members of this force, and has nothing to do with China."

　　 While talking, the man in the suit clicked on a magnified photo of the armband on his arm and explained:

　　 "S.A.S, is their name!"

　　 Hearing the words, the little Zakayev relaxed a little, and looked down at the composition of the armband carefully.

　　 I saw a short sword inserted in a pair of wings spread out. At the lower end of the armband, a paragraph of text was embroidered on a ribbon with a red edge and a blue background.

　　 looked at it, little Zakayev read the text:

　　 "WhoDaresWins...? Humph, those cowards who call themselves gentlemen all day, what are they? Return the brave?!"

　　 "Bah!"

　　 a mouthful of thick sputum, with a thick ridicule, was spit on the ground...

　　 Zakayev, who didn't care about his son's disdain, frowned, just stared at his capable man and said dissatisfiedly:

　　 "Those idiots in Downing Street, in order to please the Americans, do nothing unexpected. It's just that this unit infiltrated our territory over and over again, and finally left in a big swing."

　　 "Maclov, your job should be better!"

　　 Hearing this, the man in the suit, that is, Makarov [Zero Reading 00ks], immediately stood up straight and bowed slightly to Zakayev:

　　 "Yes, sir, this is my responsibility. However, during the investigation of this force, I found a piece of information worth noting."

　　 "What is it?"

　　 The corner of his mouth raised, Makarov found one of the photos from the pile of photos, pushed it in front of Zakayev, and said:

　　 "This man is Captain Price of the 22nd S.A.S. He is the commander of these operations. At the same time, he is also the one who shot you in Chernobyl back then!"

　　 Hearing the words, looking at the bearded man wearing a Penney hat in the photo, Zakayev's eyes were filled with burning anger and uncontrollable killing intent!

　　 After fifteen years, he finally found the sniper who almost killed himself!

　　As soon as he thought of this, Zakayev vaguely felt a sharp pain in his broken arm, as if it was about to rush into his brain.

　　S.A.S...Price...

　　 "What?! This **** is the sniper back then?! Father, I'll take someone to kill him right away!"

　　 After all, he is a hero who has experienced strong winds and waves. Zakayev forced his inner murderous intent to press down, reached out his hand to stop the angry little Zakayev, and said in a deep voice:

　　 "These guys, we will deal with it later. The problem we have to deal with first is the problem of Alassad."

　　 "I know Alassad. Under the other party's interrogation, he must have confessed the overall plan. In other words, the Americans also know that we did the nuclear bomb."

　　 "The reaction of the Americans is what we should pay attention to. As for the S.A.S group of people, we don’t need to find them, they will naturally come..."

　　 While talking, Zakayev picked up a dagger and slammed it on Price's photo portrait!

　　. . . . . .

　　 Hamburg, S.A.S Europe.

　　 Alassad was handed over to the Americans. After the second round of interrogation, the Americans also learned of the good things Zakayev had done behind his back.

　　 Especially Sheffield, who learned the news, immediately proposed to the White House a plan to send troops to attack the country of Mao.

　　 Catch Zakayev, and then seek justice for the 30,000 soldiers who died!

　　 Although they wanted revenge on Zakayev, due to the complicated situation at home and abroad, the Americans were unable to take any hostile actions against Mao.

　　 Even though Mao’s country is currently in a civil war, the two factions have fought so badly. However, once any public declaration of war is made, then they will be greeted with an unprecedented world war!

Finally, after careful consideration, the Americans could only ask the Mi Army team led by Sergeant Griggs to assist SAS in capturing Zakayev~www.ltnovel.com~ The task of finding Zakayev still fell. The British-Mission Joint Action Team just formed...

　　 Griggs, who was ordered by his superior, immediately found Price, who was dining with his subordinates in the restaurant.

　　 As soon as he saw Griggs, Price couldn't help putting down the fries in his hand, and said sincerely: "I'm sorry, brother, that Middle Eastern **** is not the one who killed your Marines."

　　 "Thank you, Captain."

Nodded to Price, the old black brother Griggs had a firm expression, and his tone was full of hatred towards Zakayev: "I just want to find the old **** Zakayev and kill him by myself. Thirty thousand brothers have revenge!"

　　 Hearing this, Lu Qi, who was sitting opposite, ate the packed Chinese fried noodles, while muttering in his heart:

　　 "That won't work, Zakayev is mine..."

　　 didn't know that Lu Qi was thinking about stealing the head at this time. The old man Gates on the side threw a piece of fried fish into his mouth and said casually:

　　 "It's not easy. I heard that this **** is out of nowhere. No one knows where he is. The intelligence said he was hiding..."

　　 "About this, I have a plan to find him."

　　 Seeing everyone's eyes focused on himself, Price gradually became serious and said in a low voice:

"His son, Victor Zakayev, is the battlefield commander of the extremist organization and is also a typical example of the upper and lower beams. It just so happens that Sergeant Kamalov, the government army, has this kid. whereabouts."

　　 "And this little **** knows how to find his **** dad!"