Absolute Honor

呯呯——

Qin Fei squeezed the trigger of the AK-12 assault rifle, and with a short burst of fire, a cloud of blood exploded on the head of a soldier of an illegal armed organization in the night vision scope, and disappeared behind the snowdrift.

The shot slipped behind the receiver and stopped.

Hang up the empty position.

Qin Fei shrank back, sighed, and threw the gun to the ground.

This is the last magazine.

Pulling out the MP-443 "Crow" pistol with silencer, Qin Fei unloaded its magazine and put it in the bag of the tactical vest.

Now, there is no need for a pistol with a silencer. Another MP-443 without a silencer is enough.

He heard the sound of army boots stepping on the snow, crunching.

Now he can only lie in the ditch, Qin Fei sticks to the ground, crawling like a snake.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer to where he was. He stopped his hands and feet and arched his body like a cat.

When the sound of footsteps came within about ten meters, Qin Fei lifted the "crow" pistol abruptly. The person did not show his head at all, but directly pulled the trigger in the direction where the footsteps came from.

呯呯呯——

After the rapid gunfire, there was a mess of human voices around, but they were all in languages ​​that he didn't understand, and they weren't Russian.

Then someone fell, someone shot, and someone shouted.

I am surrounded!

Qin Fei could hear from the position of the vocals, there were at least dozens of people, and they were there in all directions.

Oh shit!

He cursed secretly.

The feeling of being surrounded is really bad.

He quickly retracted his hand, not wanting his hand to be broken by a lucky bullet like sugarcane.

As soon as he got down, something rolled into the snow ditch where he was hiding.

Qin Fei quickly crawled forward subconsciously, because he was worried that the grenade was thrown in.

But something flew in again.

puff--

After landing, he fell directly into the snow.

Then there is another...

puff--

That's it!

A thought flashed in Qin Fei's mind, but there was still a glimmer of hope.

He knew that if Baskif wanted to catch himself, he must live, not die.

If Baskif were to die on his own, he would be dead a long time ago.

No one can stand alone against a company of soldiers in the snow.

Forty minutes ago, Qin Fei's signal to track Khasayev arrived here, but he did not expect it to be a trap.

As expected?

Unexpected?

It doesn't matter anymore.

Bang--

The three "grenades" that fell into the snow ditch exploded.

The dazzling light instantly made Qin Fei lose his sight, and the familiar shock of ear drums made him seem to lose his sense of direction and hearing.

It's a sound and light grenade!

If you weren't wearing noise-canceling headphones, I'm afraid the eardrum would have been pierced by this moment.

However, even with noise-cancelling headphones, such a short distance and the number of sound and light grenades still made Qin Fei unable to bear.

He suddenly softened like an eggplant beaten by frost, his joints seemed to be loosened by a hammer, his limbs were weak, his head was dizzy, and he couldn't see anything.

Subconsciously, Qin Fei struggled to stand up and fired randomly at the surroundings.

Everything seems to be in vain.

Soon, behind the bulletproof helmet, Qin Fei hit the **** of a gun heavily on the back of his head.

The **** smashed him so hard that he almost fainted.

He turned the gun head, and the slow speed was as harmless as the slow-motion playback.

Someone grabbed his hand from behind, another grabbed his other hand, and then slammed it down in the snow.

The skin on his face was bitingly cold, and Qin Fei could hardly breathe. He was pressed **** the snow, like a pig **** in a slaughterhouse.

The people around started yelling again, and Qin Fei was quickly **** by people and dragged out of the snow ditch like a dead dog.

A pair of big hands touched him unceremoniously up and down, tore away his body armor and tactical vest, tore off his helmet, and finally did not let go of his crotch. He was carefully pinched again. I barely pulled out my underwear to see the color.

Obviously a body search.

Qin Fei tried to open his eyes, his vision was blurred, the night vision device had been ripped away, and there was only a little light reflected by the snow in the night.

The black shadow swayed around him, and seven or eight tall guys surrounded him, as if a hunter surrounded a wounded wolf.

Snapped--

Before Qin Fei could take a closer look, he got a shot **** on the back of his head again, and his eyes went dark and he could not see anything.

...

Vladimir Caucasus, temporary command post.

The helicopter landed slowly on the landing field outside the headquarters. Before Michelle stopped waiting for the propeller to stop, he jumped off the plane and bent over and ran towards the headquarters office with Mister.

咣——

The soldiers at the door had no time to stop the MI17 major, she almost smashed the door open.

In the command post, everyone was alarmed by the sound, and several agents even subconsciously placed their hands on the holster around their waists.

"What about Colonel Alexanderkovich!"

Michelle was full of anger, and asked, looking around.

No one answered her.

Because she seemed very reckless and impolite.

"I want to see you Colonel!" Her gaze fell on the small door of Alexanderkovich's office.

Michelle lost the patience to wait for others to lead the way, and rushed towards Alexanderkovich's office.

Several FSB agents got in the way and surrounded Michelle.

"Major, this is not Britain, please be respectful!"

An agent reminded Michelle unceremoniously.

Michelle glanced over the agent's hand, and put his hand on the holster around his waist ~www.NovelMTL.com~ with a "crow" pistol stuck in it.

Almost without any warning, Michelle made a sudden move, pressing his right hand on the opponent's palm, and pushing his knee forward, directly against the crotch.

The agent knelt down with a cry, and Michelle raised his hand naturally.

Major Michel, who was able to be the frontline commander of MI17, of course was not a dry food. With a twist of his hand, a beautiful action of locking his wrist and grabbing the gun, the "crow" pistol came into her hand like a trick.

Before the thunderbolt could cover his ears, the muzzle had already hit the temple of another agent.

Almost at the same time, Michelle had two pistols on his head.

Mister didn't react slowly, and at the same time he drew out the pistol and spare pistol, and the two guns respectively withstood the foreheads of the other two agents who slammed the muzzle on Michel's head.

Everyone was taken aback. In the lobby of the headquarters office, almost all agents with guns pulled out their guns and aimed them at Michel and Mister, as well as the intelligence analyst Lilith standing behind them.

"Call out your colonel, I want to see him!" There is only anger in Michel's eyes, without any fear. At this point, her mind has become a mess, and the endurance has reached the bottom line.

Although this is the territory of the Russians, although all members of the FSB and Russian special forces, shooting himself to death is equivalent to declaring war with MI17.

Michelle is also challenging the FSB's bottom line.

Whoops--

The door of Colonel Alexanderkovich's office was pushed open, and the senior agent chief like an old fox appeared at the door.

After sweeping around, he solemnly said: "All put down the gun, the major is the guest."

Then waved to Michelle: "Come on, it's time to talk to you."