114: Make a choice

Ivanyafu looked at Kadeyafu, his expression complex, and finally put away his gun.

He knew the opponent's strength was not to be underestimated, and now they were on their territory; once they made a move, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Also, the news we brought back includes your grandfather's last words."

Xu Ning took a step back, pointed at Xie Biao on the stretcher, and said.

"What did he say?"

Kadeyafu looked at Xie Biao expectantly.

"Your grandfather asked me to tell you that he will be watching you from heaven as you lead the Chechen Republic of Ichkeria towards autonomy."

Kadeyafu recalled something, and the tears he had held back still slid from the corners of his eyes, "Xie Xie, those words truly sound like something my grandfather would say."

On the way out of the Chechen Republic of Ichkeria, Harvey received definite news: President Dudakov had been killed.

The mission was considered complete, but there was not a trace of a smile on his face.

The subordinate beside him, after reporting the intelligence, was so nervous he didn't dare to breathe heavily, because he felt the chill emanating from Harvey.

"What about Rost? Is he dead too?"

Harvey asked.

The subordinate quickly replied, "According to reliable sources, the team he led was completely wiped out."

"This foolish guy actually concealed the news of the enemy's intrusion, almost causing the mission to fail.

Just killing him won't extinguish my anger," Harvey said coldly.

The B plan he adopted, blowing up the office building, was an emergency measure after discovering the anomaly.

If not for that, the mission might have been ruined because of Rost.

"Yes, Officer," the subordinate responded tremblingly, then added, "Officer, Headquarters also has a new order for us to retreat to Utono and await further instructions."

Harvey took out his beloved high-standard silent weapon and carefully wiped off the bloodstains on it.

"I remember the current head of the Malyshev Military Factory is Adrian, right?"

"Yes, Officer, you met him before and proposed cooperation."

"Tell him today is the deadline; if he doesn't accept, I will help him make the choice."

"Understood, Officer."

Harvey knew clearly in his heart that their ultimate goal had not yet been achieved.

...

The next morning, sunlight accompanied a gentle breeze caressing the grasslands of the Chechen Republic of Ichkeria's Nazran border checkpoint.

Dew moistened the ground, and an old ZIL-130 truck drove past, leaving deep tire tracks.

This truck had been in service for nearly a decade, produced by the Likhachov Automobile Plant, and was said to be one of the most exported models to a certain country.

Although that model consumed a lot of fuel, at that time, domestically produced trucks were difficult to compete with in terms of both carrying capacity and price, so this model was imported in large quantities, totaling over 300,000 units.

But in reality, the number was not that high.

Because during that period, even if the Likhachov Automobile Plant produced at full capacity until the dissolution of its country, including various improved models, the total output was only about 338,000 units.

Therefore, it was impossible for all of them to have been imported here.

Even so, this was enough to prove the high recognition received by this truck model and that it became a symbol of the prosperity of that era.

At this time, Xu Ning sat in the cargo box of a truck, on a cotton pad, reading the documents about the Malyshev Military Factory in his hand with a furrowed brow.

From the documents, it could be seen that the economic situation of this military factory was even worse than he had expected.

Zhao Zhide, who was beside him, handed the water bottle to Xu Ning from time to time, his face full of flattery.

However, Xu Ning seemed to turn a blind eye to all of this.

Logically, as a member of the Chechen Republic of Ichkeria project team, Zhao Zhide should not have appeared in the convoy heading to Utoman.

But due to Sun Bo's strong recommendation, considering that the situation in Utoman was more complicated than in the Chechen Republic of Ichkeria, and Zhao Zhide had always been responsible for liaison with Utoman, bringing him along was like bringing someone familiar with the local situation.

After weighing the options, Xu Ning accepted Sun Bo's suggestion, because his main goal for this trip was Utoman's industries, and any support was valuable to him.

The truck slowly stopped before the checkpoint, and the sound of the engine gradually subsided.

A soldier carrying a gun slowly walked towards the front of the truck, but when he saw the person in the driver's cab, he was stunned in surprise.

"Officer Ivanyafu, why are you here?"

"Have Adam come out to see me," Ivanyafu said coldly.

"Yes, yes, I'll go right away!"

The soldier looked nervous and hurried towards the outpost.

Soon, a military jeep drove out of the outpost and stopped before the checkpoint.

A middle-aged officer stepped out, who was the Adam that Ivanyafu mentioned, and also the commander of this outpost.

"Ivanyafu, why are you here?"

"It's a long story, stop rambling, let us pass," Ivanyafu waved his hand impatiently.

Adam looked strangely inside the vehicle, and then glanced at the rear compartment, only to see that besides a team of fully armed soldiers, there were several noticeable Asian City faces, including Xu Ning and others.

"You're going to Utoman? Is this the Vice President's order?"

Adam's question was not unreasonable; as the Vice President's bodyguard captain, Ivanyafu not being by the Vice President's side, but instead leaving the Chechen Republic of Ichkeria with a small team of soldiers, was indeed illogical.

"You keep asking endless questions!

If I hadn't received orders, do you think I'd want to go to that kind of place!"

Ivanyafu responded impolitely.

His temper was naturally volatile, while Adam was relatively gentle; although they were both subordinates of the Vice President, their relationship was not harmonious.

Despite Ivanyafu saying this, Adam still firmly refused to let them pass.

"Guards, keep an eye on them."

"Yes, Officer."

"Ivanyafu, I will naturally let you through after I receive instructions from my superiors."

"You guy, you don't even believe me!

I'm in a hurry, let me go quickly!"

Ivanyafu said angrily, knowing that if Adam reported this, he would have to wait for at least several hours.

Just as Adam turned to get into the jeep, a head popped out from the back seat, "Officer Adam, do you remember me?"

Adam stopped in his tracks, "You... are you Kadeyafu?"

"That's great, I thought you didn't remember me."

"Haha, how could I not, the President's grandson, how could I not recognize him."

"Actually, Uncle Ivanyafu's trip this time was ordered by Sari to protect me."

"Because this trip has been delayed for too long, I specifically got his direct order from Sari; please take a look."

Adam raised an eyebrow, "Oh? Since it's Sari's direct order, why didn't you show it earlier?"

Kadeyafu glanced at Ivanyafu, spread his hands, and said, "Sari was injured and hospitalized.

Uncle Ivanyafu originally wanted to stay with him, but was ordered by Sari to protect me, so he's not very happy about it."