Vault 32

Chapter 196 Plunyakov's Rage
The Mi-24 Hind armed transport plane was flying at an altitude of several hundred meters, and the extremely fast-rotating wings also shattered the snowflakes, which were swept away by the wind pressure formed under the fuselage.The military version of the transport plane is never comparable to the civilian version. Even in the howling wind and snow, it still operates normally and flies towards the intended target quickly.

But in the cabin, five people wearing Soviet-style military uniforms were also lined up in sequence, and each of them had obvious gloomy looks on their faces, obviously in a bad mood.And the five elite aviation soldiers sitting opposite them were silently holding the AKM assault rifles in their hands, seemingly unaware.

The helicopter continued to fly forward, and the pilot's superb control skills made the helicopter extremely stable.But in the cabin, a fat officer with a slightly bald forehead seemed to be a little excited. He slowly took out the handkerchief in his pocket and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and neck. Glancing at the officer sitting in the middle next to him, he coughed lightly and said loudly: "Those damn Yankees, lackeys of capitalism, public enemies of the proletariat, will sooner or later be submerged by the torrent of the Soviets!"

The Soviet officer sitting on the chair turned his head slightly, his eyes showed no expression, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he didn't smile at all.As if he heard some ridiculous voice, he turned his head slightly to look at the fat officer, and said with a slight sneer, "It seems that you have different ideas, Comrade Bunovsky?"

"I, I think the group of Americans today is simply too rude to us, and the commander-in-chief of the Anchorage defense line, Bunar, is simply a rude hooligan!"

There was unstoppable cold sweat on his fat face. The Bunovski Soviet officer also quickly wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief, but from the corner of his eyes, he saw the faint smile on the corner of the superior's mouth. Meaning, he couldn't help trembling heavily in his heart, shaking his hands tremblingly, even the handkerchief had to be held tightly to hold it in his hand.But he still swallowed forcefully, and seemed to be very excited and shouted: "We must teach them a lesson!"

He looked at the superior in front of him, and his trembling eyes also glanced at the red star logo on the chest of the officer in front of him. This made him swallow hard, but the cold sweat on his forehead became more and more on the greasy skin. out of it.He knew what kind of rights this young man from the Moscow Anti-Revolutionary Committee and even the top leaders of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union had hoped for.

"Comrade Prunyakov, we will win the final victory!"

The cold sweat on his forehead broke out more and more, he also clenched his hands and waved them heavily, as if to cheer himself up, and also as if to give a kind of encouragement.But his legs were jumping fast, trembling as if it came from the deepest fear, which made his voice hoarse, and even he himself could hear the lack of confidence hidden in it: "Everything ...all in the name of the Soviets alone, victory will belong to...communism!"

"Final victory? Oh, Comrade Bunovsky, that doesn't seem right, does it?"

The chuckle at the corner of his mouth became more and more sarcasm, the superior slowly raised the big-brimmed hat on his head, and Prunyakov's face had already appeared in the cabin, and he glanced at the sides as if something I don’t know, the Soviet officers and elite aviation soldiers who are still sitting like stone men can’t help but chuckle and say: “You and that guy Bunar are not talking about the sunshine in Hawaii, the beauties in Las Vegas , and estates in the suburbs of New York?"

Prunyakov's words were like a bolt from the blue, causing the cold sweat on the fat Bunovsky's face to appear more and more on his forehead.Although his trembling hands were still wiping, the cold sweat had penetrated even the inner lining of his wool. His plump lips wanted to say something, but his eyes looked at him for help. To the officers sitting together on both sides, the voice trembled as if pleading: "I...we..."

"You had a nice talk, didn't you?"

The smile at the corner of his mouth has been raised more and more. Prunyakov looked at the officers beside him, but they were still motionless as if they were stone men. They, who were familiar with power struggles, didn't even blink their eyes.But if you look closely at their foreheads, you can also find circles of cold sweat flowing down continuously, but they dare not wipe them off at will.This made Prunyakov feel satisfied. He had got the result he wanted, and he turned his head to Nabnovsky, nodded slightly and said: "You are no longer pure, you no longer have Noble party status."

"No, no, it shouldn't be like this, Comrade Prunyakov, in view of my uncle's status as the political commissar of the Bering Strait theater, please let me go, everything between me and old Bunar did not harm the interests of the Soviet !"

The obese Bunovsky's eyes widened in an instant, a thick fog had already appeared in his eye sockets, and some kind of despair had also appeared in the depths of his eyes, which even made him tremble slowly, wanting to Standing up and grabbing the armrest of the cabin, he used body language to express words that he couldn't articulate at all, but he hadn't completely stabilized himself in the cabin when he noticed that the five elite aviation soldiers sitting opposite him also stood up, The AKM assault rifle in his hand was already aimed at him.

"No harm to the interests of the Soviet?"

Pushing away the elite aviation soldiers who were blocking him with one hand, Prunyakov also stood up. The excellent pilot seemed to have understood the current situation, and the helicopter he was driving was flying quite smoothly.This allowed Prunyakov to move forward with confidence. At the same time, the Makarov semi-automatic pistol in his hand has been slowly raised, and he pointed at Bunovsky's expressionless mouth and said: "But Why, you would disclose my specific information to that cunning fox-like guy in Buner?" He paused, with a little anger in his tone, and the muzzle of the gun had already followed his footsteps On the fat forehead full of cold sweat, he said angrily: "Otherwise, you think, I would talk to the old Bunar so emotionally? It's not that you let me lose the initiative!"

Clear and clear gunshots had already appeared in the helicopter, and at the hatch that was opened at the back, a fat body roared and smashed down the snow, and disappeared into the mountains.There was only one indifferent voice that seemed to be giving orders, filling the entire helicopter with a sense of depression and solemnity: "Go back to the Queen Charlotte Islands, we must act quickly to eliminate those little bugs hidden in the mountains as soon as possible."

(End of this chapter)