Great Single Player of the Heavens

The high-speed rotating special armor-piercing projectile cut through the air, easily penetrated the bulletproof glass of the jeep, and hit the little Zakayev in the driver's seat.

With a "poof", blood splashed everywhere, and a bloody hole was torn out of little Zakayev's chest.

The poor head of the inner group died on the spot before he could react!

Immediately afterwards, the jeep, which lost the driver's control, turned sharply and slammed into the guardrail on the side of the road without slowing down.

Looking at the jeep that was forced to stop by the guardrail, the front of the car was slightly dented, and black smoke was billowing, Lu Qi zoomed in on the scope, and after reconfirming that little Zakayev was dead, he released his finger on the trigger.

Getting up from the ground, Lu Qi with a calm face did not forget to pat the dust on his knees casually, and he didn't seem to be excited or agitated at all to kill the boss of the core group.

Ella, who witnessed the whole killing process through the binoculars, put down the binoculars, stared at a pair of shocked eyes, turned to look at Lu Qi, and asked:

"Is this what you call a change?"

While loading and unloading Barrett and putting it into the suitcase next to him, Lu Qi responded casually:

"That's right."

"How did you know he would run away? Also, even if you knew he would run away, how did you know he would leave through the main entrance?"

Aila's doubts one after another, like a cannonball, fired at Lu Qi.

"I don't know. I just chose a position with a better view, that's all..."

"I don't know if it's his bad luck or my luck..."

Before Ella continued to ask, Lu Qi put away the folding chair and interrupted:

"Okay, it's time for question and answer, we should go, before we are discovered!"

After finishing speaking, he turned and ran, carrying a rectangular suitcase in one hand and a folding chair in the other.

Seeing this, Ella raised her eyebrows and did not speak. Instead, she obediently moved her long legs and followed.

Sitting on a motorcycle, the two quickly left the scene...

When the chased 141 special service team arrived at the jeep, they found the already dead little Zakayev.

Seeing the windshield pierced by bullets and the fatal gunshot wound on the chest of the corpse, Soap came to Price and reported solemnly:

"It's very clean and professional. At least a large-caliber sniper rifle can cause such a wound..."

Before Soap finished speaking, Gates on the side took over the conversation and said in a deep voice:

"That is to say, besides us, there are people who want him to die!"

"Who could that be?" Soap asked.

Gates shrugged and said casually: "Then I don't know. These lunatics who make enemies everywhere have too many enemies. It's not surprising whoever starts."

Staring at the bullet holes on the windshield, Soap continued with a serious face:

"During high-speed movement, it is not common to hit the target with just one shot."

"No matter who it is, the person who strikes must be a sharpshooter!"

Listening to Soap's determined tone,

Price couldn't help raising his eyebrows, as if thinking of something, then the corners of his mouth twitched, and he murmured:

"That guy..."

. . . . . .

Except for the fact that little Zakayev was killed by an unknown person, 141 has achieved almost satisfactory results in this mission.

Not only stopped the core group's poison gas experiment, but also arrested Walker, Makarov's bomb expert.

Unlike that tough guy Yuri, this fat man who was afraid of death confessed everything before Price himself came out.

The warship bird industry, the transportation contractor Walabi, the liaison Dukov, etc., the dark and dirty places that constitute the huge terrorist organization "Inner Group", are all exposed to the light through his mouth!

Sheffield, who got the news, also arrived in Credenhill in person and held a tactical meeting.

At the meeting, Sheffield first expressed high praise and recognition for the actions achieved by Price and others.

Afterwards, he changed the topic, and immediately began to ask about the unknown forces that killed Zakayev.

At the scene, except for the warhead that killed Zakayev, Lu Qi didn't leave too many clues.

The bullets and sniper rifles are all used goods he got from a PMC through Nikolai's resources. No trace at all.

Moreover, it was in another country. Even if they wanted to send a team to collect evidence on the scene, they would have to ask the extremists who came to support them.

And Price, who had already confirmed with Lu Qi, had no reason to reveal Lu Qi's identity.

In the end, this matter can only be let go...

In desperation, Sheffield can only hope that his intelligence department will tell him who this unknown force is.

The theme of the meeting returned to the question of how to completely eliminate the inner circle.

"Although an unknown force has emerged, we need to be more vigilant. However, the enemy of the enemy is a friend. We still focus on our main goal..."

While speaking, Sheffield, who was standing in front of the tactical screen, pressed the remote control, and several photos popped up on the screen. They are photos of satellite maps and buildings, as well as frontal photos of core group members such as Makarov, Dukov, and Yuri.

Sharp eyes swept across the tactical room, and found that everyone was listening intently, so Sheffield continued in a hoarse voice:

"Walker revealed to us an important piece of information. Five days later, Makarov intends to convene his staff and hold a meeting of senior advisors."

"The venue of the meeting is in an old castle in Prague, Czech Republic."

"At that time, important figures from the entire core group will be present. In other words, this is an excellent time to wipe out the entire core group!"

"Walker, Wallaby, Zakayev Jr., we are infinitely close to Makarov..."

"When we pull this devil out of the shadows, when his true colors are revealed, we will write history and restore the lost dignity for all the innocent and the dead!"

It has to be said that Sheffield was able to become a lieutenant general of the Mi Army, and his speech level is still very contagious.

This remark touched veterans like Gates and Soap, not to mention a relatively tender and passionate young man like Xiaoqiang.

Listening to this, Xiaoqiang's eyes were piercing, as if his blood was surging, and he seemed to want to pick up the equipment and kill the bastard Makarov immediately.

Among the crowd, only Price, with deep eyes, remained calm as usual.

Based on his experience, the more he likes to be aggressive and give exciting speeches, the less trustworthy he is.

Because, often these people will make their superficial skills high-sounding, but in fact, this is all to cover up their inner ambitions and desires.

Sheffield is no exception...

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