Great Single Player of the Heavens

　　 Two years ago, the Middle East.

　　 Makarov personally detonated the nuclear bomb, and when the 30,000-meter army was buried with him, Yuri stood beside him and witnessed it all.

　　 At the time, Yuri didn't think anything was wrong.

　　 The U.S. is an enemy of extremist organizations. It is no exaggeration to deal with the enemy no matter how ruthless it is.

　　 However, what he never expected was that two years later, Makarov pointed the butcher knife at his compatriot!

　　 is to plant the crime of slaughter on the Americans, and then provoke the rice wool war!

　　 Yuri never felt like a good person.

　　 He also recognized Makarov's philosophy. To achieve a certain goal, he must do everything he can.

　　 However, compared to Makarov's bottom line, Yuri still adheres to the bottom line in his heart.

It was obviously because of his patriotic enthusiasm that he wanted to make the motherland stronger and the people to live a better life. No need to look at the winks of Western countries, he would follow Zakayev and embark on this destined thorny road. path of.

　　 Now, if he wants to aim his gun at his compatriots, he does not want to accept it, nor can he accept it!

　　Even if he was reluctant in his heart, Yuri was not stupid enough to immediately oppose Makarov, but tried to squeeze a smile and whispered:

"Yes, you are right..."

　　 "I'm glad you are on my side, this is very important to me. After all, the only person I trust now is you..."

　　 With the meaningful words, Makarov reached out and patted him on the shoulder, then turned and walked forward.

　　 Staring at the back of the old friend's departure, Yuri's heart sank slowly.

　　 He has known Makarov for many years and knows very well that he cannot persuade Makarov to give up this plan.

　　 Unless...

　　 Thinking of this, Yuri's eyes gradually became firm, and he could not help secretly make up his mind:

　　 "I'm sorry, my friend, I can't let you do this..."

　　. . .

　　 After careful consideration, Yuri finally thought of a way to stop Makarov, which was to notify the Federal Security Agency of the State of Mao Zedong.

　　 However, due to the imminent action of ambush 141, in order to avoid leaking information, Makarov issued a death order to put away all communication tools.

　　 In desperation, Yuri can only look for opportunities.

　　 Time is passing bit by bit, and the time for Task Force 141 to raid Prague Castle is getting closer...

　　 After Yuri finally found the opportunity, he used a hidden disposable mobile phone and hid in the basement to communicate with the Federal Security Agency of the State of Mao Zedong.

　　 However, just before he and the other side reported the door of his own home, before explaining his intention, the door of the basement was suddenly kicked open with a "bang"!

　　 It was Makarov who walked in through the door, not someone else!

　　 "It's a pity, how I hope, the traitor who betrayed the organization, it's not you..."

"my old friend..."

　　 The moment he saw Makarov, Yuri suddenly understood everything.

　　 Obviously, this is the game set up by Makarov in order to catch the traitor!

　　 "What did the Americans give you? It can make you abandon your original vows, abandon your love for the motherland, and become their dog!"

　　 As soon as the voice fell, Makarov waved his hand, and several younger brothers came forward, taking the phone from Yuri's hand and firmly controlling it.

　　 With his hands on his back, Makarov paced to Yuri's face, staring quietly at his old friend's face with those different-colored eyes, and said in a deep voice:

　　 "Victor would definitely spurn you as a traitor if I knew well..."

　　 Hearing this, how could Yuri not know that Makarov regarded himself as a traitor who betrayed Zayev.

　　 He glared at him, staring at Makarov, and said in a deep voice:

　　 "Huh, what I haven't done, I won't admit it."

　　 "Oh, you mean, you didn't sell the organization's intelligence?"

　　While speaking, Makarov took the phone from his younger brother and raised up to Yuri, "Then who were you calling?"

　　 put the phone that was still on the call to his ear, Makarov said indifferently:

　　 "Sorry, I think Mr. Yuri should have no time to talk to you..."

　　 Without waiting for the FSA personnel on the other end of the phone to speak, Makarov slammed the phone and threw the two halves of the wreckage to the ground.

　　 "Now, do you have anything else to say?"

　　This is the end of the matter, and Yuri never thought that he could leave here alive.

　　 He just glanced at the wreckage of the mobile phone on the ground with a pity, then looked up at Makarov with a joke on his face, and confessed:

　　 "I admit that I want to inform the people of the Security Bureau, but that is all to stop your crazy plan to massacre your compatriots!"

　　 "As for Victor, it has nothing to do with me!"

　　 Looking directly at Yuri’s eyes, Makarov was silent for a moment before he said to himself:

　　 "Hehehe... my old friend, I should have found out long ago..."

　　 "From beginning to end, you are just a coward, coward!"

　　 Before the words fell, Makarov's eyes changed, he suddenly raised his fist and punched Yuri's abdomen hard!

　　嘭!

　　 With a muffled hum, Yuri suddenly felt a writhing in his stomach.

　　 Before he recovered from the nausea, Makarov grabbed his head and forced him to raise it.

　　 With vicious and cruel eagle eyes, Makarov approached Yuri as if staring at a randomly slaughtered prey, and said in a deep voice:

　　 "What happens in the airport named Zakayev will change the world forever! No one can stop me, even you!"

Having said that, Makarov reached out and patted Yuri’s pale cheeks, and the corners of his mouth rose sharply, "My old friend, don’t worry, I won’t kill you. I need you to witness all this, because there is only that. To prove that you are wrong."

　　 "And I'm right!"

　　 After beating Yuri half to death, Makarov sent his men ~www.ltnovel.com~ to take him to a safe house in Siberia and put him in custody.

　　. . .

　　 At the same time, it is located in a coffee shop on the streets of Berlin.

　　 Lu Qi sitting in the corner deck, while tasting the famous roasted salted pork knuckle, while taking a bite of smooth Afujito, it's not too leisurely.

After 　　 left Credenhill, in addition to regaining the long-lost freedom, he also experienced another benefit of being an MI6 agent, that is, he can taste local food from all over the world!

　　 Ella, who is sitting across from him, is holding her laptop, typing on the keyboard, with a serious face.

　　 "Well, don't you really taste it?"

　　 glanced at Lu Qi's Afujito, Ella quickly retracted her gaze, and said casually:

　　 "I don't like sweets."

"up to you..."

　　 Just when Lu Qi wanted to pick up the spoon and eat the only piece of ice cream left in the coffee cup, a call ringing came from his pants pocket!

　　 Lu Qi had to put down the spoon, took out the phone, and pressed the call button:

　　 "Hey, Nicolai..."

　　 Before Lu Qi finished greeting, on the other side of the phone, Nicolai's slightly serious voice came:

　　 "Alex, we are in trouble!"

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