Absolute Honor - Chapter 1262

North Ossetia-Alania, the outskirts of Alagir, a city near the Kazbek Mountains.

This is a private ranch, but it is remote and surrounded by mountains. Only in the center of this ranch are a few bungalow buildings.

Through the window, you can see the bright lights here. In one of the bungalows, the firewood in the stove is crackling and burning, and there is snow outside, but the interior is warm like spring, even a little sultry.

On the table is a red wine that has been opened-this is not a red wine produced in an old world famous winery, but a wine produced in the Massandra winery in Crimea, which was once recognized as a Tsarist Russia The best winery was founded in 1898. It not only makes wine, but also stores wine. There are millions of bottles and more than 700 varieties of red wine from Russia and Western Europe. Some of these red wines bear the royal seal. The price is definitely not cheap.

In one corner of the room is a small wooden square table on which is a gramophone with a bit of history. The huge horn-like speakers hold up the proud head like a soldier, and the stylus falls on the old disk, making nostalgic music.

What is playing at this time is a song from “March of Triumph” by the Italian composer Seby Verdi. This song is the music of the second act of the opera “Aida” when Dallas returns triumphantly. It was adapted into orchestral music and wind ensemble by later generations, called “March” or “Aida March”. The whole song consists of two themes. The first theme expresses the vigorous and vigorous posture of the soldiers who returned home in triumph. The second theme expresses the warm and cheerful emotions of people.

In a brisk and cheerful rhythm, Baschief is wearing an MC camouflage uniform, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, half-closed his eyes, enjoying the music, and dancing on the melody with narcissism.

The most abrupt thing in the artistic environment is the AK-74 automatic rifle placed in the corner of the room, as well as the guards with live ammunition outside the door.

This is a time to celebrate.

Tonight, all the plans planned by himself and the leader of the Holy City Army Kawasaki Takaichi are being implemented smoothly step by step.

The FSB’s infiltration team evacuated in embarrassment. There was news from Georgia that dozens of GNG special forces soldiers from the Ministry of Internal Affairs stepped into the trap that they had carefully prepared, and suffered heavy casualties in a huge roar.

There is Qin Fei.

This is the finishing touch of Baskif’s most worthy drink to celebrate-this kid actually dared to choose to parachute alone to infiltrate, he really underestimated himself.

In fact, as early as when the group infiltrated, Baskiv had already detained the traitor Hasayev. This fruit merchant who had been in contact with him for more than ten years was really not a hard bone. All my secret plans were explained cleanly.

track?

That kid actually wanted to follow him through Hasayev?

Humph!

It’s so naive!

Baskiv did not immediately kill Hasayev, but made Hasayev become his own internal response again-releasing false and misleading signals to lure Qin Fei into his elaborate trap.

As long as the opponent comes in, Baskif believes that with the strength of a company he has arranged there, it is enough to control the opponent.

Qin Fei’s life is worth 100 million U.S. dollars, which is an extremely rich reward.

However, Fan Tianlong wanted a living Qin Fei.

Damn it!

Why do you want to live?

If there is only one corpse, Pavsky will be happy to let his men kill.

But for the sake of money, any infiltrated soldier has at most eight magazines, maybe only ten?

In short, Qin Fei will soon run out of ammunition and food, and it will not be difficult to capture him alive.

The only thing that can worry Baskif now is whether Qin Fei will kill himself with a gun.

This is the result he least wants to see, and no one can guarantee that this mercenary leader who once served in the special forces will do that.

He sipped another sip of red wine gently, and the mellow liquor slid across his tongue, leaving a complex smell of raspberries and strawberries, and red berries that filled the nasal cavity. The moderate tannins gave a sense of elegance and calmness.

As the leader of an illegal armed organization known for his brutal bloodthirsty, Baskif had a suspicious double life. Before the first Chechen War, he had an undergraduate degree at the Gnesin Conservatory of Music, and after the war began. Baskiv, who had not graduated from his sophomore year, returned to Chechnya, devoted himself to Dudayev’s command, and began his armed career.

If there hadn’t been that war, maybe Baskif would graduate from the Gnesin Conservatory of Music, and then find a school to pursue a career as a music teacher, or become an art worker.

However, this world is not if, and fate is often so twists and turns. One accident can lead to countless accidents. Since the war, the passionate young Baschief has transformed himself into an officer of an illegal armed organization, and now he is working everywhere. The no-return of KB activities.

Tuk tuk ——

The melodious music was interrupted by the knock on the door.

Baskiv stopped, glanced at the gramophone with some nostalgia, then walked over and raised the stylus.

As the music stopped abruptly, the slack nerves tightened again.

“Come in.”

He changed his face as cold as a rock, turned and said to the door.

A heavily armed soldier pushed in.

“General, Mr. Chuan Qi is here.”

“Oh?” Baschief’s eyes lit up. That’s right, he came at the right time, now is the time to close the net, far away in the mountains of Vladimir Caucasus~www.mtlnovel.com~The mercenary named Qin Fei Maybe he is entering the trap he set up.

The relationship between Kawasaki Ryuichi and Fan Tianlong is extremely close, and it is best for him to witness all this.

“Invite him in.”

“Yes, General.” The guard turned and left. After a while, Baschief heard the familiar footsteps-he always felt that Kawasaki Ryuichi might be lighter because of his shortness, or because of habit. The walk is always light, like a thief sneaking into the crime scene.

The door opened, and Kawasaki Ryuichi appeared at the door.

“Mr. Kawasaki, welcome to my farm.” Baschief opened his arms to greet him, hugged a man with Ryuichi Kawasaki, and then led him to the table, pointing to the red wine and said: “Let’s have a glass of celebration A moment? Tonight is a wonderful time and a time of victory. I received news that the Alpha squad that entered the Vladimir Caucasus has been forced to withdraw. The Georgian GNG special forces suffered heavy losses in Kazbegi and lost dozens of people. These are all good strategies you have provided me, and the credit should also be yours.”

As he said, he poured a glass of red wine for Kawasaki Ryuichi and stuffed it into the hands of the Japanese-Italian half-blood.

“What’s more gratifying is that the mercenary Mr. Fan asked for may soon have news. He thought he could track Khasayev’s convoy alone, but I prepared a small meeting for him.”

“You mean Qin Fei?” Kawasaki Ryuichi took the wine glass and looked at Baschief with some suspicion: “General, that’s not a good role to deal with. Can you really catch him?”

“My beliefs don’t allow me to lie.” Baschief said with a serious face that doesn’t know the truth or not: “And soon we will have news, why not sit down and wait? It’s absolutely safe here!”