Chapter 775: : Satan!

Choose [2. A combat unit that existed in a game or a novel (not a supernatural power)]!

Tang Dao thought silently, and then in his consciousness, teams and their names began to appear.

Aurora, 141, Angel, Rainbow Six...

All kinds of special forces or elite squads that have become popular in later generations appear in it. According to the rules of the game, one will be randomly drawn from it. Just call start and stop, and operate like a fool.

Tang Dao took a deep breath, "Start".

These pictures began to rotate rapidly.

"stop!"

I just saw an ordinary Asian face, but with sharp eyes, also exuding cunning and wisdom. There are several people standing behind me, and there are also a few Asian faces. It doesn't look very easy to provoke.

Tang Dao squinted at the introduction next to them, and couldn't help but read out, "Satan Mercenary Group?!"

The name of the bad street makes people complain.

But to be able to appear in the system, it is definitely a fine product, as stated in the introduction below, the founder: Gao Yang! Nicknamed Ram. A precision shooter positioned within the regiment, who can also serve as a sniper and a fire assaulter. Was evaluated as "the number one precision shooter in the mercenary world".

When Mister was in Arctic Fox, he was known as one of the top ten mercenaries in the mercenary world, but he himself did not dare to say that he was the number one in a certain industry, because there were people outside of him, but the system directly gave Gao Yang Advertised, this is an acknowledgment.

As for the other members below, there are melee masters, intelligence masters, and military doctors, and the system is very complete.

Tang Dao even felt that it was a bit wasteful to pull them to the front line. There are also command-type talents in this team, who can serve as commanders. Perhaps, he should expand the platform for recruiting employees.

He originally planned to set up training grounds in several countries in Europe and the United States, and implement registration in two seasons throughout the year, which can effectively replenish fresh blood. The United States is good at saying that money is a mother, but on the French side, the two sides are very dirty. It is almost impossible to get support on the side.

It is also one of the five constants. A businessman once made him feel ashamed. I heard that many extremists of the Great Frenchism said on Yahoo and other platforms that they would assassinate him!

The Satanic Mercenary Corps must be used wisely and let them charge forward. This business is too loss-making, and it will be a bit distressing if a few are consumed.

In fact, for a player like Gao Yang, Tang Dao felt that there was a position for him.

Global Principal of Umbrella Company Security School!

He should be able to train more combat talents for himself, and professionals will come to charge.

The more Tang Dao thought about it, the more excited he became. This plan is definitely a century-old plan for the umbrella. No matter how late it is, he called his secretary Hester Theodore and asked him to make a plan together.

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Grachev walked into Grozny under the protection of a team of special forces.

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, and the sporadic gunshots reflected that there were still stubborn people who were stubbornly resisting. For these people, Grachev was very firm and would kill them without mercy!

"Mr. Minister, Dudayev and others have not been found yet!" An intelligence officer standing beside him said in a low tone.

"Impossible! Where can he go?" Grachev frowned. He was actually very puzzled, why the soldiers in front of Grozny suddenly surrendered, and why Dudayev disappeared. All these seemed too weird up.

"Check carefully, I don't believe it, he can put on wings and fly out from here."

Apparently, the Russian army didn't know that Yandarbiyev and others rose up to attack and kill Dudayev. Tang Dao is also unlikely. If he can use countermeasures to get it done, he won't be so anxious to dispatch troops from Somalia, and he will open up a route from Kyiv for air strikes.

There was a third hand pushing behind it, but no one noticed it.

Grachev stood in the office that originally belonged to Dudayev, surrounded by a mess, everyone is experienced people, there must have been a battle here, the blood stains on the ground are still not clean, maybe, Dudayev really dead?

And on the wall hangs a representative work of the famous Soviet painter Repin's struggle against the tsarist autocracy, "Refusal of Confession Before Execution".

Perhaps, when Dudayev saw this painting, he wanted to strengthen his belief and bring happiness to the people of Chechnya.

Grachev touched the portrait with a greedy look in his eyes. If it were placed in the European and American markets, those collectors would definitely be willing to spend a lot of money to buy it.

He was definitely going to be unloaded by Yeltsin. He didn't sit on his **** when he came on stage. To put it bluntly, he didn't have enough filial piety in his pocket. Wasn't he standing firmly by the other party's side before for the sake of glory and wealth?

You can't get nothing for yourself.

Grachev narrowed his eyes, this is Dudayev's office, there must be something good, he ticked his fingers at the adjutant, who was his nephew.

"Take someone to look for any old antiques, and even search Dudayev's residence. Find a way to seal up valuables and ship them out." Grachev said softly.

This nephew is also a smart person, so he understood immediately, and nodded slightly to express his understanding.

Grachev patted him on the shoulder in relief. At least not all the people around him were idiots. He sat in Dudayev's seat and picked up the photo on the table. It showed a family of three in Soviet military uniforms. Dudayev is meticulous with his hands behind his back, and the women beside him are holding their children and laughing.

You can't tell from the photo at all that this man is the leader of the Chechen rebels.

"It's really funny." Grachev laughed mockingly. He and the other party had actually met each other before, a paratrooper commander and an air force commander, and the two also had overlapping work.

However, he still remembered that when the other party met him for the first time, Dudayev was a very cautious person, because there was regional discrimination in the Soviet army at that time~www.wuxiaspot.com~Chechens also belonged to the chain of despise Yes, he can stand as the commander of the air force, and only he knows how much he has suffered.

Time is the best holy medicine for healing, but it is also the best drug. It can make people become addicted and sink unknowingly over the years.

Grachev casually threw the photo into the trash can next to it. The era of Dudayev is over, and now Grozny belongs to Russia!

"We can celebrate with Mr. President, Grozny belongs to the Russian Federation!" He said to other senior military officers, and everyone in the office cheered.

The major general in charge of external liaison in the army smiled all over his face, "Mr. Minister, we should hold a media conference and announce it to the world."

"Of course, do as you say."

At dawn, Yeltsin sat very tired on the sofa in the office, the ashtray in front of him was filled with cigarettes, he relied on this to lift his spirits all night, and kept asking the secretary next to him if there was any news from Grozny, but he answered again and again Let him down and nervous.

"Mr. President." The secretary's voice sounded from outside, very depressing, he trotted into the office, the joy on his face couldn't be restrained, Yeltsin's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at him eagerly, the secretary nodded, "Grozny was shot down gone."

Yeltsin couldn't bear the exhaustion anymore, and fell on the sofa, smiling gratifiedly and silently.

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