Great Single Player of the Heavens

Two years ago, the Middle East.

When Makarov detonated the nuclear bomb himself, and the 30,000-meter army was buried with him, Yuri stood beside him and witnessed everything.

At that time, Yuri didn't feel that there was anything wrong.

The United States is the enemy of extremist organizations, and no matter how ruthless it is in dealing with the enemy, it cannot be overstated.

However, what he never expected was that two years later, Makarov pointed the butcher knife at his compatriots!

The purpose is to plant the crime of massacre on the Americans, and then provoke a war between Mi Mao and Mao!

Yuri never thought of himself as a nice person.

He also agrees with Makarov's idea that in order to achieve a certain goal, he must use any means.

However, compared to Makarov's no bottom line, Yuri still sticks to the final bottom line in his heart.

At the beginning, it was obviously because of his patriotic enthusiasm, he wanted to make the motherland stronger and the people live a better life, and he did not have to look at the eyes of Western countries, so he followed Zakayev and embarked on this path that is destined to be full of thorns path of.

Now, he doesn't want to accept it, and he can't accept it if he is to point his gun at his compatriots!

Even though he was reluctant in his heart, Yuri was not stupid enough to oppose Makarov immediately, but managed to squeeze out a smile, and echoed in a low voice:

"Yes, you are right..."

"I'm glad you're on my side, it means a lot to me. After all, you're the only one I trust now..."

Accompanied by meaningful words, Makarov reached out and patted his shoulder, then turned and walked forward.

Staring at the back of his old friend leaving, Yuri's heart sank slowly.

He has known Makarov for many years, and he knows very well that he cannot persuade Makarov to give up this plan.

unless...

Thinking of this, Yuri's eyes gradually became resolute, and he couldn't help making up his mind:

"I'm sorry, my friend, I can't let you do this..."

. . .

After careful consideration, Yuri finally thought of a way to stop Makarov, which was to notify the Maoist Federal Security Service.

However, since the ambush 141 is imminent, in order to avoid leaking information, Makarov issued a death order and put away everyone's communication tools.

In desperation, Yuri could only look for opportunities.

Time is passing by little by little, and the time for the 141st task force to raid Prague Castle is getting closer...

When Yuri finally found an opportunity, he used a hidden disposable mobile phone to hide in the basement to communicate with the Maoist Federal Security Bureau.

However, just before he and the other person reported their family name, and before he explained his purpose of coming, the basement door was suddenly kicked open with a "bang"!

It was none other than Makarov who walked in from the door!

"It's such a pity, how I wish that the traitor who betrayed the organization wasn't you..."

"my old friend..."

The moment I saw Makarov,

Yuri suddenly understood everything.

Apparently, this was all set up by Makarov to catch the traitor!

"What did the Americans give you? To make you abandon your original vows, abandon your love for the motherland, and become their dog!"

As soon as the words fell, Makarov waved his hand, and several younger brothers led the order to step forward, snatching the phone from Yuri's hand and firmly controlling it.

With his hands behind his back, Makarov walked up to Yuri, stared quietly at his old friend's face with those strange-colored eyes, and said in a deep voice:

"Victor, if Izumi knows, he will definitely spurn you, a traitor..."

Hearing this, how could Yuri not know that Makarov regarded himself as a traitor who betrayed Zaev Jr.

He glared, stared at Makarov closely, and said in a deep voice:

"Hmph, I won't admit what I haven't done."

"Oh, you mean, you didn't betray the organization's information?"

While speaking, Makarov took the mobile phone from his younger brother and raised it to Yuri, "Then who were you calling just now?"

Putting the mobile phone that was still on the call to his ear, Makarov said in a calm tone:

"Sorry, I don't think Mr. Uri has time to talk to you..."

Before the FSB personnel on the other end of the phone could speak, Makarov snapped the phone and threw the two halves of the wreckage on the ground.

"Now, do you have anything else to say?"

Things have come to this point, and Yuri never thought that he would be able to leave here alive.

He just glanced at the wreckage of the mobile phone on the ground with some pity, then looked up at Makarov with a playful face, and said frankly:

"I admit that I want to inform the security bureau, but it's all to stop your crazy plan to massacre your compatriots!"

"As for Victor's matter, it has nothing to do with me!"

Looking directly into Yuri's eyes, Makarov was silent for a moment, and then said to himself:

"Hehehe...my old friend, I should have found out..."

"From the beginning to the end, you are just a coward, a coward!"

Before he finished speaking, Makarov's eyes changed, he raised his fist suddenly, and punched Yuri hard in the abdomen!

Boom!

Accompanied by a muffled groan, Yuri suddenly felt a churning in his stomach.

Before he could recover from the nausea, Makarov grabbed his head and forced him to look up.

With the vicious and cruel eyes of the falcon, as if staring at a prey that was slaughtered at will, Makarov approached Yuri, and said in a deep voice:

"What happened in the airport with the name of Zakayev will change the world forever! No one can stop me, even you!"

After finishing speaking, Makarov reached out and patted Yuri's pale cheek, and the corner of his mouth twitched, "My old friend, don't worry, I won't kill you. I need you to witness all this, because only then , to prove that you are wrong."

"And I was right!"

After beating Yuri half to death, Makarov sent his men to take him to a safe house in Siberia and lock him up.

. . .

Meanwhile, in a coffee shop on the streets of Berlin.

Sitting in a booth in the corner, Lu Qi tasted the famous roasted salted pork knuckle and sipped a smooth affogato. It was not too leisurely.

After leaving Credence Hill, in addition to regaining his long-lost freedom, he also experienced another benefit of being an MI6 agent, that is, he can taste local delicacies from all over the world!

Ella, who was sitting across from him, was typing on her laptop with a serious look on her face.

"Well, don't you really want to try it?"

Glancing at Lu Qi's Affogato, Ella quickly looked away and said casually:

"I don't like sweets."

"up to you..."

Just as Lu Qi was about to pick up the spoon and eat the only piece of ice cream left in the coffee cup, a phone rang suddenly from his trouser pocket!

Lu Qi had no choice but to put down his spoon, take out his phone, and press the call button:

"Hey, Nikolai..."

Before Lu Qi finished greeting, Nikolai's slightly serious voice came from the other end of the phone:

"Alex, we're in trouble!"

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