Call of Duty: This big brother is okay, he really does something

In a dimly lit basement.

A lamp on the ceiling is dim and bright, and in the corner of the wall there is a rat sniffing its nose in search of food.

SC Johnson sat in a broken chair with his hands clipped behind his back.

He lowered his head and squinted his eyes slightly.

The fingers behind them rhythmically tapped the legs of the chair.

He was counting time with a steady heartbeat.

Two jumps in one second, four days and seventeen hours.

He didn’t plan to escape from here for the time being, because he wanted to eavesdrop on as many secrets as possible.

The place was originally an abandoned freight warehouse.

From the upper floor you can see downstairs through a glass window.

At this time, the two people held their arms and stared condescendingly at SC Johnson chatting.

“Price’s old dog went mad and mobilized all his connections in saving people.”

“And then what?”

“He begged the Magnesium Guy, asked the Ying Guy, and found a lot of helpers.”

“They also made some cloud bombs, saying that they would blow up the base in Azerbaijan without handing over anyone.”

“And then what?”

“Then they really blew up, the bomb that Price dropped himself.”

“Three warning bullets … He fired three shots in one go, but it was just a warning? ”

“The people in charge of the base in Azerbaijan are about to die of fright.”

As the two were talking, the door next to them pushed open and one of them came in and stood respectfully behind them.

“Makarov, Yuri.”

“The car is ready, Zakaev let you go.”

The mustachioed man dropped his cigarette butt: “Let’s go, this deal is important, I don’t want you to miss this.” ”

“What about him?”

“Leave him alone until we finish the deal.”

“I’m going to come back and make a video call to Price and let him watch this kid be executed.”

With that, the two turned and left.

As he walked to the door, the mustachioed man suddenly turned around and stared at the Johnson downstairs.

“Actually I’ve seen him… On judgment day. ”

“How did he survive from that kind of place?”

“So, it must be fun to kill him, right?”

The two looked at Johnson and left the room with a cold snort, and the door slammed shut.

After a long time.

Johnson took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes.

His hands and feet were firmly bound by ropes, but his neck and head could still move.

The enemy took all his equipment and weapons.

But only the name tag hanging around the neck was missed.

Shake your head and lower your neck.

SC Johnson used his chin to move the chain of the brand a little bit, move the brand to the shoulder blade, and then shake it hard.

The brand was held in the mouth, and with a pinch of teeth, a small blade fell out of it.

Take the blade in your mouth, lift your head and spit it out.

The blade turned in the air and landed precisely in the hands behind it.

After a few minutes, the ropes that bound the hands and feet were separated.

Rubbing his reddened wrists, he moved his neck.

Walking to the door of the interrogation room, SC Johnson picked up a small contact lens from an unnoticed corner.

Makarov.

He was by far the most dangerous man SC Johnson had ever met.

This man didn’t have any relatives, friends.

Cruel and cold, very calm and without any weakness.

But he was a very romantic man, very wise, and very ritualistic.

After SC Johnson was captured alive, the enemy discovered that he was a 141 Price man.

Makarov, who commanded from afar, immediately took Johnson out of Azerbaijan and even killed his own people who knew about it.

Another man, Yuri, had proposed torturing SC Johnson to extract a confession to see if he could ask anything.

Makarov refused, instead arranging a candlelit steak dinner for SC Johnson.

But this only meal SC Johnson ate was not very happy.

Because of this meal, SC Johnson knew what kind of a person this Makarov with a delicate mustache was.

The two sat facing each other, with flowers and candlelight in the middle of the table.

The enemy with the AK on his back rudely served the two of them a steak placed in an exquisite silver plate.

The steak is non-toxic, five minutes cooked and grilled very fragrant, and the red wine on the side is also a high-end product.

But next to the two of them, on the ground, there was a man who was constantly trembling.

The scene is simply bizarre.

In the cold and damp basement, two people sit opposite each other and eat steak freshly made by chef Samsung.

Next to it, a hairy-faced man with an RPG on his back plays an elegant violin.

The meal was quiet and Makarov didn’t ask SC Johnson any questions.

Just towards the end of the dinner.

Makarov suddenly threw the half-eaten steak to the ground.

The man kneeling on the ground immediately pounced like a dog and grabbed it.

Before he could chew it, Makarov suddenly stabbed the man in the neck with the meat cleaver in his hand.

While twisting the blade, Makarov didn’t even forget to turn around and remind SC Johnson not to get splashed with blood.

This was Makarov, Zakaev’s most loyal subordinate.

So, after confirming that Makarov would not kill himself for the time being.

SC Johnson temporarily gave up the idea of escaping and wanted to stay here.

One night.

SC Johnson squeezed the contact lenses off his eyeballs and spat them in his mouth to the door of the interrogation room.

A small transparent glasses will not be noticed by anyone at all.

Maybe it was the confidence that SC Johnson couldn’t escape at all.

It may also be that people who feel that people who have been out of water for three or four days will not have the strength to listen to others at all.

Anyway, in the days that followed.

The two always liked to look at SC Johnson through the glass window and talk about a lot of things.

The most crucial of these is that Zakaev himself is here now.

And he seems to be preparing a very important deal.

Untiing the rope, Sc johnson crept toward the second floor.

Quietly pushing open the door, the sun shone on the face, stimulating the SC Johnson who had not seen the light for many days to burst into tears.

But wait until you slow down and see the scene in front of you.

Sc johnson immediately stunned in place and scolded the voice lady.

In the distance, dozens of T72 tanks of various models lined up in the open space.

From time to time, several female deer gunships full of rockets flew in the air.

On a nearby street sign, SC Johnson saw a name that surprised him.

“The city of Pripia – fifty kilometers.”

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