105: Determined to win

“Also,” Xu Ning added after a moment's thought, “do you have any available armed forces? I need some manpower.”

The upcoming mission was extremely difficult, and he had to be fully prepared.

“Xie Biao!”

“Present!”

“Change of plans, we're going to the house to rescue people. You have half an hour to familiarize yourselves with the new equipment, and be prepared for the worst…”

This was no joke; since the Intelligence Station dared to attack the house, this operation must have gathered elite forces.

But no matter what, the military factory was his for the taking!

“Yes, Mr. Xu.” Xie Biao responded firmly, just as he had stood in Uncle Chao's courtyard back then.

The sun was setting, and a biting cold wind suddenly swept through.

The house, night had fallen.

The autumn night in Grozny was already a bit chilly, but the two sentries at the entrance remained steadfast at their posts.

Unlike the situation in Iraq, there was a different story here…

With ten minutes left before the shift change, soldier Umarov Artur was already shivering from the cold and left his post early.

“Seriously, it's really cold tonight!”

“Isn't it though.”

He rubbed his hands, and after warming up a bit, pulled out a pack of Marlboro cigarettes from his pocket.

This United States brand of cigarette was also famous here, deeply loved by those who sought a rich flavor. Although expensive, it could occasionally be a small luxury in people's lives.

“Want one?” Umarov casually offered a cigarette.

“Oh, such high-class cigarettes! Didn't you say you were saving up for your daughter's tuition?”

Although he said this, the soldier still took the cigarette. The last time he smoked such a good cigarette was at his brother's second wedding.

“Heh heh, it's fine now, the tuition money is all there.” Umarov's voice was slightly heavy, as if something was on his mind.

Seeing this, the soldier stopped his hand that was about to light the cigarette.

“Artur, you asked to borrow money from me before, it's not that I wasn't willing, you know I'm not rich myself, Natasha keeps nagging me to get married…”

Umarov smiled, “I know, with this meager salary, it's gone after spending just a little.”

“Yeah, no choice, our country's economy is in trouble.

Did you hear? The President sold his old house just to cover the hospital's funding gap!”

Umarov bit on the cigarette, his lips trembling slightly, “Ah, it's not easy for anyone.”

“Exactly.”

He gently put his hand on the soldier's shoulder, “Brother, I still need your help.”

“Say it, other than borrowing money, I can help you with anything else!” The soldier patted his chest, appearing somewhat generous.

“I need your temporary cooperation,” he whispered.

As soon as he finished speaking, Umarov quickly pulled a sharp dagger from his pocket and plunged it into the soldier's neck. Blood immediately gushed out.

The soldier's eyes were filled with disbelief, and he didn't understand what had happened until the very last moment.

This series of actions was as fast as lightning, clearly Umarov had practiced many times.

“Sorry, brother…”

Umarov lit a cigarette, but the hand holding it trembled violently. As a soldier who had experienced war, he had killed people, but he had never harmed a comrade.

Soon after, a group of figures emerged from the shadows under the distant streetlights. The person leading them wore a special forces uniform but had a conspicuous white tie around his neck, looking very strange.

This group consisted of about a hundred people. Their helmets were equipped with monocular telescopes resembling insect compound eyes, which were the latest night vision equipment.

“Well done.”

The person who spoke was standing next to the man with the tie. After seeing who it was, Umarov immediately grabbed his shoulder.

“Rost, I've done as you said, where are my family and the money?”

“Don't worry, they are all safe at home.”

Umarov's eyes were bloodshot with anger: “In the name of Allah, if you lie to me, I will…”

“Will what?” Before Rost could finish speaking, Umarov saw two bloody holes appear in his chest.

He turned to look at the person in the special forces uniform with the tie and his silenced weapon, and could no longer utter a word. It was a high-precision silent weapon commonly used during World War II.

In the last moments of Umarov's life, the image that appeared in his mind was his daughter's figure, gently poking his cheek with her tender little hand.

“Na… Natasha…”

Harvey said with a calm expression, neither sad nor joyful.

“Don't waste time on infidels, act quickly!”

Rost then snapped back to attention and quickly responded, “Yes, Mr. Vice Captain!”

It seemed that Madman Harvey truly lived up to his name!

Rost thought to himself, it was a good thing he hadn't planned to actually pay him. Even if Harvey didn't act, he would find an opportunity to eliminate him and let him reunite with his family.

Thinking this, a strange smile inadvertently appeared at the corner of Rost's mouth, and he immediately directed his subordinates to quietly enter the house.

“Mr. Vice Captain, please wait here for a moment. Give me two hours, and I guarantee I will bring Dudakov before you.”

After preliminary reconnaissance, Rost was already familiar with the layout of the house, and coupled with the fact that the team for this operation consisted of elites, he was confident he could control the situation in a short time.

However, Harvey said indifferently, “Do you think I will hide here?”

“No, absolutely not.”

“I will go in with you. You have one hour. I want to see Dudakov, dead or alive.”

“Understood!”

Under the night sky, the outer guard posts of the house were silently cleared. A chilling atmosphere began to permeate the air, as if an invisible hand had enveloped the entire complex. This night was destined to be unsettling.

…

The house in the Chechen Republic of Ichkeria occupied a vast area, about 260,000 square meters, and was adjacent to the Sunzha River. The river surrounded it like a natural barrier, clearly dividing the house into outer and inner areas. The outer area was a garden and forest, with only one main road connecting it to the outside world;

The inner area, however, was a four-story office building, and also had a hidden small manor for Dudakov to reside in.

The house was surrounded by water on all sides, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack. A helicopter was parked on one side of the inner area building for emergency evacuation, but under the cover of darkness, they had successfully cleared all the guard posts and were preparing to enter the inner area via the main road.

Death was quietly approaching Dudakov.

Suddenly, with a loud bang, the door to Dudakov's office was violently kicked open.

The intruder…

The Captain of the house's guards rushed in, interrupting Dudakov's contemplation: “Mr. President, the situation is urgent, please evacuate with me immediately!”

“What happened?” Dudakov's face instantly turned serious.

“Unidentified armed personnel have infiltrated the inner area. Several hidden guard posts have lost contact, they may be approaching the central area.”

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