Chapter 745: : Live in the moment, involuntarily

It took Grachev a long time to recover after returning to the hotel. He sat on the sofa and snarled in a very disreputable manner, intending to kill Dudayev and his accomplices.

No wonder, this guy is known as the most courageous defense officer in the Maoxiong system. He doesn't even have the most basic city government. His words have also been spread.

Immediately, the news media began to exaggerate. It turned out that Mr. Grachev almost belched like this. Of course, with the virtues of these reporters, they hoped that Grachev had an accident. You are not, I am not, our reporters rely on What is the bonus?

Although they didn't get what they wanted, they could make it up and play side-by-side, but some small newspapers that followed suit were not so subtle. It was very simple, Grachev was dead!

Moreover, they were killed by missiles from Dudayev and other Chechens. It was well-founded, as if they were right next to them.

When Tang Dao learned about the whole process from Mark Lee, he was also terrified, what the hell, can he still play like this? So angry? In the Middle East in the future, those terrorists took civilian drones with hundreds of thousands of RMB and tied them with soil bombs, and then launched an air strike. If they were lucky, they would kill a leader of a high-profile hostile organization.

Sure enough, war is an art.

"Grachev said that he wants to capture Grozny within three days." Mark Lee didn't show much respect to Mr. Minister in his tone. The other party can be such a high-ranking official and has the ability, but it's more about licking the merits. If it blows up, maybe it won't be multi-level, and he has to step down too.

"Three days?"

Tang Dao scoffed at this statement. Even if he gave the opponent ten days, he might not be able to defeat him. Now there are more than one faction standing behind the Chechens. He has also received news from the Pentagon, hoping that he can kill the Yankees when necessary. The weapon recommended to Dudayev.

They hoped very much to see Mao Xiong's son being slapped in the face.

"Dudaev claimed at the press conference yesterday that he would recruit another 100,000 troops, and there was no room for negotiation with the Russians." Mark Li paused, "The order has been placed, worth 20 million U.S. dollars, I hope We can get them there as quickly as possible."

"Give the order to Leona, she knows how to do it, and you should be safe in the border area."

After Tang Dao ordered a few words, he hung up the phone, put his big brother upright on the table, and put the half-smoked cigar on the ashtray again, as if talking to himself, the corner of his mouth raised meaningfully, He looked at the alarm clock on the wall, and was about to get up and go to the cafeteria for dinner. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a mailbox pop up on the computer, showing that there was a document.

Um?

Tang Dao frowned, opened the mailbox, and his eyes gradually became weird.

…

A bar on the banks of the Dnieper.

The lights inside are dim, the chairs are placed on the table, and a staff member is mopping the floor. Occasionally, the vomit that often appears on the ground can be seen in the occasional light, which makes the scalp numb. All civilizations in the world are the same in terms of how much attention is paid to the women of these customers.

At this moment, the door was pushed open, and the staff didn't raise their heads impatiently, "Damn it, it's not open yet."

"Dude, it looks like you have a lot of grievances." There was a joke in a thick voice.

The staff member raised his head, squinted his eyes, and saw a middle-aged Asian man of average height, wearing a windbreaker and a hat standing in front of him. When the other party saw him, he just took off his hat and smiled.

"Oh, my God, Kong? Is that you?" The worker stared wide-eyed, as if thinking of something, dropped the mop, rushed over to hug him, and laughed louder than a brown bear.

"Long time no see, Laman." Kong Jie also raised his hand and patted his childhood playmate, full of sighs.

Laman dragged Kong Jie to sit down, and there was joy in his eyes that couldn't be hidden. It was the joy when he saw his old partner, which couldn't be hidden.

"Laman, how is Uncle Armstrong?" Kong Jie asked his family.

"He has passed away." When he mentioned his family, he was depressed. Kong Jie was taken aback, and he couldn't believe that the hearty Soviet man he met in childhood just left?

Raman's father, Mr. Armstrong, was an outstanding scientist in the Soviet Union. In the 1960s, he came to China for assistance, while Kong Jie's father was an engineer for rabbits. , Mao Xiong tore his face, he wants to fight the rabbit, and there are millions of soldiers at the border.

Kong Jie still remembers that when his family went to see Laman off, the two children didn’t know anything at all, they just knew that they were going to part, but they didn’t know that they left for more than 30 years. Someone's mood becomes better, and too many regrets live in life.

In fact, Kong Jie didn’t come to see his old friend “specially”, he just dropped by. He is now a member of Rabbit’s “Outreach” department, from the official to the department level. He came to Raman because the other party is the savior A member of the company, and he opened the bar here.

Of course, it's not that Kong Jie came to the door because of needs, but, sometimes, adult friends are accompanied by needs.

But he didn't want to talk about work at this time, so Laman closed the bar door, and the two of them drank and talked inside.

"Kong!" Laman was sitting on the ground, leaning against the bar, standing on his right foot, holding a bottle of whiskey in his hand, resting his hands on his knees, his eyes were red, obviously drunk, "My father~www.wuxiaspot.com ~ He said that his happiest time was when he was aiding China. His friends there were very eager to learn. Although there was nothing there, it was always full of hope. Although there was poverty there, everyone was happy. When he returned to the Soviet Union, he hated it. The struggle here has no bottom line, the corruption here has become stinky, and the air here is so stinky!"

Raman said it was heartbreaking, this blushing and thick neck, he kept belittling his own motherland, but Kong Jie understood that sometimes, it is because of the madness of love that it becomes abnormal, the Soviet Union, the name It is the nightmare of many people, but also the pride and pride of many people.

Even in Rabbit's house, many people still miss Big Brother Soviet Union.

Kong Jie took the paper from the table and handed it to the other party without saying a word, because some words are too boring.

Men, as long as you are tired from crying, everything is over.

Live in the present, involuntarily.

The night outside was getting dark, Laman was leaning wearily against the bar counter, snoring lightly, Kong Jie stood up with difficulty propped up on the table, his voice was regurgitating, and he almost spit it out, stood still, and managed to hold the breath of alcohol , glanced at Raman, opened the door by himself, and looked at the Savior Building in the distance, still flickering with lights.

This former branch of the red empire has long been occupied by capital, but now I am looking for a line to connect with capital.

Hope he... saw that email.

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