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After all the arguing, the Russian bear couldn't stand it anymore.

The perennial military competition has been led by Uncle Sam and has followed the rhythm deliberately set by others.

They only focus on military affairs and ignore the domestic people's livelihood and economy.

Leading to economic collapse and internal turmoil.

They were so poor that they only had weapons and equipment left, but these were sold by high-ranking military officials for personal gain.

A superpower empire that once dominated Europe and was the world's number one military power collapsed.

Uncle Sam was so happy!

They immediately began to undermine the Soviet Union and gnaw on its bones.

……

Being bored.

The first thing Joseph Pushkin did when he got to work was to take out the vodka he brought with him and pour himself a glass.

After drinking a glass of strong liquor, I felt much more energetic.

He even felt a lot younger, and it would not be a problem for him to fight several more gypsy girls.

dong dong...

At this time, there was a knock on the office door.

Joseph Pushkin called out, "Come in," and the adjutant came in immediately.

"General, Mr. Conrad Stonebanks, the Raytheon spokesperson you had an appointment with yesterday, has arrived in the conference room."

"You're here quite early. I'll go over now." Joseph Pushkin put down his glass and said.

"General, Raytheon is an important defense equipment supplier to the United States. Do we really want to sell the aircraft to them?" The adjutant hesitated for a moment, but still spoke.

People all over the world know about the relationship between the Soviet Union and Sam.

Not to mention that these Soviet soldiers have always shared a common hatred for the United States.

Suddenly one day, they had to sell their best transport planes and bombers to the American capitalists.

I feel a little unhappy somehow!

But as mid-level officers, they have no say or decision-making power.

In order to keep their jobs, they have to turn a blind eye.

"Of course, as long as they can pay enough, why shouldn't I sell it?" Joseph Pushkin glanced at his adjutant and said lightly.

"Can……"

The adjutant looked conflicted and wanted to say something.

But Joseph Pushkin interrupted him: "Vazgoff, don't you understand?"

"Now that the Soviet Union is close to collapse, it is undoubtedly the best option to choose a way out for yourself now."

Finish this sentence.

Joseph Pushkin stood up and raised the pistol hanging at his waist.

The meaning is self-evident!

If the adjutant dared to do anything bad, he didn't mind sending him to see Jesus.

Seeing this, Watzgoff's eyes flashed slightly.

He didn't say anything else, but turned and left the office.

Joseph Pushkin looked at his adjutant as he left, a sneer on his face.

Because of such childish persistence, the Soviet Union is almost gone!

If you don’t make money now, you will be left with nothing in the future.

Only when you have money in your hands can you feel safe.

the other side.

Watzgoff left the office and stopped at the stairs.

He turned his head and looked towards Joseph Pushkin's office at the end of the corridor.

A hint of coldness appeared in a pair of sapphire eyes.

Then he turned around and went downstairs.

After leaving the command center, he got on a jeep and headed straight for the grove opposite the camp.

There is someone waiting for me there.

A few minutes later.

He had driven to the grove opposite the camp, where six military jeeps were parked.

The two cars in front were filled with white men wearing black plush leather jackets and with solemn expressions.

The four cars behind were filled with Soviet soldiers in uniform camouflage, but the weapons in their hands were different from those of ordinary soldiers.

They were all equipped with Western-style modified AK105 assault rifles and a single piece of equipment.

Each of them has a fierce aura and is obviously a well-trained elite special forces soldier.

And these people are naturally not others.

It was the KGB agents led by Poroshenko and Markov, and the GRU special forces brought by Andrei.

I saw a jeep coming.

Poroshenko and Markov got out of the car and waited aside.

The jeep stopped steadily in front of the two men, and Watzgoff immediately jumped out of the car.

"Colonel Watzgoff, have you figured it out?"

Poroshenko walked forward with his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket and asked with narrowed eyes.

"I've figured it out. This is evidence of Joseph Pushkin's corruption, bribery, and arms trafficking."

"Also, Joseph is meeting with Raytheon spokesman Conrad Stonebanks right now. If you rush over now, you might catch him red-handed."

Vacev took out a brown paper file bag from the car and handed it to Poroshenko.

Poroshenko opened the file bag and took a look at the evidence and the tape inside, a satisfied smile on his face.

"Very good, Watzgoff, you made a wise choice."

"Markov, give him the money."

Markov on the side reached into his leather jacket, pulled out a stack of rice knives and threw them to Watsgoff.

That stack of rice knives was worth at least ten thousand.

"A little less, huh?"

Watzgoff touched the rice knife in his hand and frowned slightly.

Every time Joseph Pushkin sold a batch of weapons, he would get at least hundreds of thousands of dollars for himself.

In the end, I betrayed him, and you gave me a 10,000-meter knife?

Just that much?

Fooling ghosts or sending away beggars? !

"Well, it's a little."

Poroshenko glanced at the rice knife in his hand and gave a look to Markov.

The other party immediately got into the car and took out a bulging brown paper file bag.

Seeing this, Watzgoff's eyes lit up and the expression on his face relaxed a lot.

This is right!

Having received enough money, Watzgoff had no intention of returning to the camp.

He planned to leave the Soviet Union and head to Europe with his wife and children.

The Soviet Union was in chaos, with supplies extremely scarce and no longer suitable for living.

However, he just turned around and prepared to get on the car.

Poroshenko suddenly pulled out a pistol with a silencer and shot him in the head.

boom!

The sound of light gunfire continued to echo in the snow-white and empty grove.

A shot to the head, accurate and close.

The blood almost splattered on Poroshenko, but fortunately he dodged in time.

Otherwise it’s too unlucky!

Uh……

Watzgoff hadn't expected this result either, and his eyes widened.

He tried to turn around, but his life was over.

thump!

He fell straight into the snow, his eyes wide open.

It was blinding, and the warm blood instantly dyed the snow.

At this moment, Markov, who had retreated to the side, walked over again with a look of disgust and complaints.

"Can you move your hands a little further away?"

"Be careful next time."

Poroshenko smiled and shrugged, then walked forward and picked up the brown paper file bag that had fallen to the ground.

He glanced at the corpse that was still not cold, and a hint of sarcasm appeared on his lips.

Too little?

If I give you too much, will you still be able to take it?!

Next, the two poured gasoline.

Watzgoff's body and the jeep were set on fire and burned to ashes.

Do it all.

Poroshenko and Markov got back into the car and said into the intercom: "Action."

The words fell.

Six cars started at the same time and ran over the still burning body.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the grove.

And their goal—

Joseph Pushkin, dying!

Chapter 93 Love whoever you want, I'm done with this

"Mr. Conrad, your price is too low. Lockheed's price is much higher than yours."

"If you are really not sincere, I can only find them."

Soviet Air Force Fifth Corps, in the conference room.

Joseph Pushkin knocked on the table, his tone somewhat threatening.

Conrad Stonebanks, the spokesperson for Raytheon, frowned and felt a little sarcastic.

This old guy actually bargained in such a clumsy way.

Who did you think you scared?!