Chapter 1259

North Ossetia Alain Republic, the outskirts of alagil, a city near the Kazakh mountains.

This is a private ranch, but it is located in a remote place, surrounded by mountains, and there are only a few bungalows in the center of the ranch.

Through the window, you can see that the lights are bright here. In one bungalow, the firewood in the stove is crackling. There is snow outside, but the interior is as warm as spring, and even a little muggy.

There is an open red wine on the table - this is not a red wine from the old world famous winery, but a wine from the Cassandra winery in Crimea. It was once recognized as the best winery in czar Russia. It was founded in 1898. It not only makes wine, but also stores wine. There are millions of bottles of more than 700 varieties of red wine from Russia and Western Europe, Some of these wines have royal seals and are absolutely expensive.

In one corner of the room, there is a small wooden square table with a rather historical gramophone on it. The huge horn speaker is like a soldier holding up his proud head, and the needle falls on the ancient disk to make nostalgic music.

What is playing at this time is a triumphant march composed by Sabi Verdi, an Italian composer. This track is the music when the second scene of the second act of the Opera Aida returns from Dallas triumphantly. It was adapted into orchestral music and wind ensemble by later generations, which is called "Grand March" or "Aida March". The whole song consists of two themes. The first theme shows the vigorous and heroic posture of the returning soldiers in triumph, and the second theme shows people's warm and cheerful emotions.

In the light and happy rhythm, baskiev was wearing MC camouflage clothes, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, half closed his eyes, enjoying music and dancing with narcissistic melody.

The most striking thing in the artistic environment is the ak-74 automatic rifle placed in the corner of the room and the guards waiting outside the door.

This is a time to celebrate.

Tonight, all the plans planned by himself and the leader of the Al Quds army, Takashi Kawasaki, are being implemented smoothly step by step.

The aircraft fleet of the FSB infiltration team withdrew in a panic. The Georgian side heard that dozens of GNG special forces soldiers of the Ministry of internal affairs stepped into the trap they had carefully prepared, and suffered heavy casualties in a huge roar.

And Qin Fei.

This is the highlight of baskiev's most worthy drink of celebration - the boy dared to choose to parachute alone. He really underestimated himself.

In fact, as early as when the group infiltrated, baskiev had detained the traitor hassayev. The fruit merchant who had been in contact with him for more than ten years was really not a hard bone. He told Alexander Kovic and his secret plan like beans.

track?

The boy wants to track himself through hasayev?

Hum!

How naive!

Baskiev did not immediately kill hasayev, but let hasayev once again become his insider - releasing false misleading signals to lure Qin Fei into his carefully arranged trap.

As long as the other party came in, baskiev believed that with the strength of a company he arranged there, he was enough to control the other party.

Qin Fei's life is worth 100 million US dollars, which is a huge reward.

However, fan Tianlong wants a living Qin Fei.

damn!

Why live?

If only one body was needed, pavski would be happy to let his men kill.

But for the sake of money, there are at most eight magazines on an infiltrating soldier, maybe only ten?

In short, Qin Fei will run out of ammunition and food soon. It will not be difficult to catch him alive at that time.

Now the only thing baskiev can worry about is whether Qin Fei will raise his gun and kill himself.

This is the last result he wants to see. No one can guarantee whether the mercenary leader who once served in the PLA Special Forces will do that.

He took another sip of red wine gently. The mellow liquor slipped through his tongue, leaving complex raspberries, strawberries and red berries filled his nose. The moderate tannins made him feel elegant and calm.

As a leader of an illegal armed organization known for his cruelty and bloodlust, baskiev has a surprising two-sided life - before the first Chechen War, he studied as an undergraduate at the gnesin Conservatory of music. After the war, baskiev, who was still a sophomore, returned to Chechnya and joined Dudayev to start his armed career.

Without that war, maybe baskiev would graduate from the gnesin Conservatory of music and find a school to work as a music teacher, or become an artist.

However, there is no if in this world. The fate is often so tortuous and bizarre. An accident will lead to countless accidents. Since the war, baskiev, a hot-blooded young man in those years, has changed and embarked on the road of no return from officers to leaders of illegal armed groups to today's socialist activities everywhere.

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A knock on the door interrupted the melodious music.

Baskiev stopped, glanced nostalgically at the phonograph, then walked over and raised the stylus.

As the music stopped suddenly, the relaxed nerves tightened again.

"Come in."

He changed his cold face like a rock and turned to the door.

A heavily armed soldier pushed the door in.

"General, Mr. Chuanqi is here."

"Oh?" baskiev's eyes lit up. Well, he came at the right time. Now it's the time to close the net. Far away in the Caucasus mountains of flaky, the mercenary named Qin Fei may be entering the trap he arranged.

Kawasaki's relationship with fan Tianlong is very close. It's best for him to witness all this.

"Invite him in."

"Yes, general." the guard turned and left. After a while, baskiev heard the familiar sound of footsteps - he always felt that Kawasaki longyi was light because of his short stature, or because of his habit, he always walked lightly, just like a thief sneaking into the crime site.

The door opened and Kawasaki appeared at the door.

"Mr. Chuanqi, welcome to my farm." baskiev welcomed him with open arms, hugged a man with Kawasaki lung, then led him to the table, pointed to the red wine and said: "Let's have a drink to celebrate? Tonight is a good time and a moment of victory. I have received news that the alpha team entering the vlaki Caucasus has been forced to withdraw, and the Georgian GNG special forces have suffered heavy losses and lost dozens of people in Kazbegi. These are all good strategies you have provided for me, and you should take part in the credit."

As he spoke, he poured a glass of red wine for Kawasaki longyi and stuffed it into the hands of the Japanese Italian hybrid.

"What is more gratifying is that the mercenary asked by Mr. Fan may have news soon. He thought he could track hasayev's motorcade alone, but I prepared a small meeting gift for him."

"You mean Qin Fei?" Kawasaki longyi took the glass and looked at baskiev suspiciously. "General, that's not an easy role. Can you really catch him?"

"My faith doesn't allow me to lie," baskiev said solemnly. "And we'll have news soon. Why don't we sit down and wait? It's absolutely safe here!"