the world is at stake

Professionals analyzed the information and quickly gave an answer that was closest to the facts—"Habrin" was the largest smuggling gang in St. Petersburg, and they were also the supporters behind the "Kafka" gang.

But according to the judgment of the former prosecutor, there should be foreign forces involved behind 'Kafka', otherwise they would not be rich enough to give millions of dollars casually, or give it away for nothing.

So the 'Habrin' group is not the manipulator of 'Kafka', but should be its minions.

Verna's sister gang provided accurate information that the 'Habrin' gang had a luxury apartment in the Petrograd district, and the entire apartment was a lair.Every day, its members invite more than a dozen or twenty girls to have fun in it.

Zhou Qingfeng didn't bring Fuhrman back to Mikhail's coffee shop, but chose another place to settle.Although the old man's heart was still beating wildly or stopped suddenly, his mental state was still good, and he clamored to continue the adventure.

"Victor, you should need a lookout driver to help you at any time." When Zhou Qingfeng was about to go to the enemy's nest to make trouble, Fuhrman strongly demanded to follow.

The old man's hand would shake once or twice occasionally, so he couldn't be called a good helper.But the task requires the team members to advance and retreat together, so you really have to take him with you.

Zhou Qingfeng gave Fuhrman the Wei Chong for self-defense, and brought AK-74 'Stechkin' himself.Before he set off, Wei Na was introduced by the Sister Gang and went to the enemy's nest as a call girl to explore the way and report the internal situation of the enemy.

At the same time, the apartment building at 398 Shoy Street, Petrograd district.Several limousines from the British embassy were parked on the road outside the building.

The extended 'Lincoln' in the convoy opened the door, and the white-haired Charles got out of the car.It was evening, and he looked up at the edge of the sky and the criss-crossing power lines above the road, then turned his head and walked into the apartment.

The outside of the apartment is unremarkable, and it looks like the heavy Soviet-style buildings in the 70s and [-]s.The floor is not high, only three floors, but the interior layout is quite luxurious.

On the facing wall hangs the upper body of a stag, with high antlers, vivid.Below the stag are two oil paintings, one depicting St. Peter and the other Peter I.

Under the bright crystal chandelier, several armed bodyguards stood in the cloakroom at the entrance of the apartment.After checking the identities of Charles and others, they allowed their subordinates to enter with weapons.

On the sofas in the main hall of the apartment, there are more than a dozen blond Russian girls standing or standing, slim and charming.Charles turned his head and glanced, and asked the accompanying apartment staff: "Are you going to have a party?"

"There are parties here every day, entertaining different groups of people." The apartment staff shrugged. "The city officials like these girls to accompany them, and the businessmen who get rich also like to indulge in orgies. We spend a lot of money on it every day."

Charles smiled, but reminded: "You guys are so ostentatious, be careful to call Zhou Qingfeng here."

The staff of the apartment leading the way are also selected. Looking around, there are no outsiders, and said in a low voice: "[-] to [-]% of the elites in the 'Rookie' have been recruited by our family. The defense in this apartment is strong enough."

Charles walked down the hallway of the apartment and into a separate reception room on the third floor.

The house is not big, only more than ten square meters. Saville, the leader of the 'European Will', sat on the sofa. When he saw Charles, he asked, "What did Putin say?"

After Charles entered the room, his face was straight. "I told the new tsar that if he cannot guarantee our safety, St. Petersburg will be attacked by at least a thousand nuclear bombs, and he will never be allowed to have any safety."

"Where's Marco?"

"He doesn't know where he is hiding, but he must be in St. Petersburg. Now this city has gathered too many chosen people, and everyone is trapped here and cannot leave. Either admit defeat and quit, or win the final victory."

"Where's Zhou Qingfeng?"

"He made a public appearance a few days ago, and Putin's military police almost caught him, but then disappeared."

White-haired Charles sat down in the living room and asked, "How is your 'Kafka' plan going?"

"Very good." Saville shrugged: "Our economic strength is strong enough, and most of the 'rookies' are willing to be recruited. This group of people will be screened, and those who are useful will be kept as cannon fodder. The useless ones will be removed secretly. "

Savile made a gesture of cutting his neck while talking to show that things were easy.

"Since those 'rookies' have joined us, they must be prepared to be used. Get rid of them, this brawl does not require too many people to enter the final." Charles said this with his back to Savelli.

Savile raised his head when he heard this, and fixed his eyes on the British guy's back.Both sides have their own cards, and they are waiting for the time to deal a fatal blow to their opponents.

As the sky was getting darker, more and more city officials and rich people rushed to Apartment 398.

The wine bottle was opened, the music was loud, and Wei Na, who was scantily dressed, greeted men she knew or didn't know amidst the noise, and turned the corner into the bathroom on the first floor.

In the bathroom cubicle, Wei Na took out her mobile phone from under her miniskirt, dialed it and asked, "Victor, are you ready?"

Zhou Qingfeng's voice came from the phone, "It is estimated that there are still two and a half hours left, and the attack will be launched at nine o'clock at night. You must pay attention to safety."

"The rich and rich gather on the second floor, and the third floor is a place for the rich and powerful to chat alone. The girls are basically on the first and second floors. But we can't leave easily when we come in."

"Understood, it's best for you to stay on the first floor. I will focus on the second and third floors. If necessary, hide in a small and strong place like the bathroom, and don't come out."

"We have a dedicated powder room on the first floor, which should meet the requirements."

"That's good. Before the attack, I will not contact you again, pay attention to safety."

"Understood, I wish you well."

After the call was over, Wei Na stuffed the phone back under her skirt, touched up her makeup in front of the mirror in the bathroom, pulled the v-neck on her chest to reveal her flesh, and continued to go out to be her seductive fairy.

But at this moment, Zhou Qingfeng did not go to the Petrograd district, but drove to the Sieversky Air Force Base in the suburbs.This is a large military base built by the former Soviet Union in the 40s.

The base has a large number of fighter planes and weapons produced during the Cold War, a spacious runway several kilometers long, and an air defense position built with a lot of money.

Mikhail walked in front of the manually operated airport runway lights, looking at the rows of abandoned military trucks, fire control radars, and wreckage of fighter planes in the base, his heart was bleeding.

These are the wealth created by the Soviet people for decades, and they are all destroyed now.Even the army stationed here also collapsed.

The aviation maintenance team under the base is dismantling the fighter plane.In the hangar with long grass, a Su-24 with variable-sweep wings is being dismantled.

Valuable equipment such as the aircraft's vertical tail, swept-back main wing, and turbojet engine were removed one by one.Rocket nests, training ammunition, aviation pylons and other equipment were randomly placed on the ground.

Mikhail walked into the hangar, and all the ground crews who were working stopped.

The officer leading the team came out and shook hands first, then shook his head and said, "Comrade, I can't agree to your request. This is treason, and there is absolutely no way to escape punishment."

Mikhail also shook his head, "The homeland air defense network is finished, and the great Soviet is also finished. We are no longer comrades, we just came to make a deal."

The officer froze when he heard the words.

"Don't you want to go abroad? Is 100 million US dollars enough for you to gamble? There are not a few people in the military who want to make this money, and we not only contact your family. Whoever agrees quickly will take the money. "

The million-dollar offer is compelling.In the hangar, more people stopped their work.A dozen or so people stood up straight or surrounded them, all paying attention to Mikhail's conversation with the officer.

The officer shook his head, "One million dollars, each of us has less than one hundred thousand dollars, which is too little."

"How much more do you want?" Mikhail shouted suddenly.He looked at the others in the hangar again, and continued to raise his voice, "How much do you want? When the Soviet collapsed, did you defend it?

You are just lying on the corpse of the motherland and eating some carrion, how much more do you want? A million dollars isn't enough to buy your soul?When did you become so noble? "

The ground crew in the hangar became evasive and erratic.The officer's face jumped, and he was extremely angry when he was scolded, "Stop talking nonsense. Where is your 100 million US dollars? Let me see the money first."

Before the words were finished, a 'Lada' came from the city at high speed and arrived at the military base on the outskirts of the city.The soldiers guarding this place didn't even look at the documents, and let them go after receiving a hundred-dollar bill.

'Lada' drove into the base until it stopped in front of the lighted hangar.Zhou Qingfeng got out of the car, took out two large leather bags from the trunk, and walked quickly into the hangar.

The old man Fuhrman got off the co-pilot, looked at the deserted base under the dim light, which looked like a doomsday scene, and shouted excitedly: "Exciting, indeed exciting, I like this kind of big scene!"

Chapter 15 The Hottest Girl

When an army discovers that the guns in its hands can be exchanged for money, its corruption is irreversible, and the speed is very fast.There are countless lessons in this regard from countries around the world.

From blatant smuggling by the army to outsourcing departments in military and police hospitals, the Turkish Communist Party has also learned profound lessons in this regard, causing extremely bad social impact.

When Emperor Pu used money to stabilize his "military and police Xiante", and indirectly stabilized the country's situation.The collapse of Russia's violent institutions has indeed slowed down, but the rate of corruption has skyrocketed.

The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked.If you are an official making money, don't expect the underlings to be clean and honest.It has become a common phenomenon to exchange the resources at hand for money.

For Zhou Qingfeng, when he discovered that his opponent was taking advantage of his financial resources to woo and buy him, he quickly decided that he alone could not fight against an organized enemy, so he simply wanted to make a big one.

Reinforced 'Lada' parked in front of a maintenance hangar at Sieversky Air Base.Zhou Qingfeng walked in with two big bags of dollars in his hands.

Mikhail was scolding the maintenance soldiers in the hangar, but the officer who led the maintenance soldiers simply tore his face after being scolded. He only asked how much money he had?

"Here is the money." Zhou Qingfeng threw two big bags on the ground.

The officer who was to be bribed lowered his head and signaled the soldiers around him to open it for inspection.

Stacks of money were withdrawn, each worth $[-].All the maintenance soldiers at the scene were suddenly indifferent to work, and they all gathered around and counted how much money they had in a low voice.

At the end of the count, $95.

"Didn't you agree on 100 million?" The officer saw the money with joy and fanaticism on his face.But when he found out that fifty thousand was missing, he was furious again, feeling that he had been cheated.

The money was obtained from 'Kafka' by Verna and Fuhrman.The opponent would never have thought that the money he gave would be used by Zhou Qingfeng to buy people's hearts.

It's just that [-] US dollars was used by Wei Na as expenses, and Zhou Qingfeng's small team also needed expenses, and the money was like water.

"There is no $100 million right now, and you will make up for the missing fifty thousand later." Zhou Qingfeng pointed to the banknotes piled up on the ground, "We are very sincere, otherwise we would only pay half first and give the other half later. half."

"No." The officer had a fierce face and flatly refused, "You will definitely cause a big mess, we will run away with the money, how can we wait for the final payment?

Keep the $95 first, and you guys go and raise the remaining $5.Before dawn, my agreement with you still counts.After daylight, then sorry. "

While speaking, the officer smiled unconsciously, taking advantage of being unreasonable.He saw that Mikhail's staff was not many, so he had the idea of ​​'eating black people'.

The maintenance soldiers in the hangar also showed joy, and felt that they didn't need to pay anything, and could follow the officer to make a fortune.The orderly who counted the money was even more grinning. He took out the stacks of dollar bills and now put the bills back into the bag.

Mikhail's face was gloomy, and he cursed a few times.He judged that the law and order in St. Petersburg was in turmoil, and wanted to contact a group of remnants of the Soviet Communist Party to make trouble.

If we can make things bigger, maybe we can change people's minds.

But now I meet a shameless reactionary soldier...I didn't do my ideological work well!

Zhou Qingfeng glanced down at the orderly who collected the money, and asked the officer leading the team, "How much do you want?"

"What do you mean?" asked the officer.

"How much of the $100 million are you going to take?"

"It's none of your business. Hurry up and raise the rest of the money, or the deposit will not be refunded."

"You'll take at least $20. No... $30. You're an officer, you'll get the most. The rest will be shared with other soldiers."

Mikhail interjected, "Victor, you underestimate the greed of these thugs, they take at least half of it. Give the other people present a few hundred dollars and you can seal it up."

The leading officer lowered his voice and shouted viciously: "Boy, you'd better get out of my sight quickly. I don't like you a Tatar very much."

Zhou Qingfeng continued to ask:

"Do you have any professional skills?"

"I'll let you go."

"Do you have any irreplaceable role?"

"If you don't leave, you don't want to leave."

"You are just a boss, but you never do your job?"

"Boy, your deposit has been confiscated, and you will be arrested for stealing military supplies from the Russian Federation."

boom……

A shot went off.

Silence all over the place.

Blood dripped from the officer's head, and the orderly counting money hurriedly grabbed the rifle he was carrying.Mikhail next to him was the first to grab an AKC-47 with a folded stock, and shouted 'don't move' angrily.

The surrounding maintenance soldiers collectively took two or three steps back, leaving a large piece of ground for the boss.The officer commanding them fell back and fell down with a plop.

White smoke came out of the 'Stechkin' in Zhou Qingfeng's hand.He bowed his head and said to the corpse: "You don't even want to call me 'comrade'."

Papapa... The old man Fuhrman applauded while taking medicine, and exclaimed loudly: "It's great, it's great. It's so enjoyable. I'm in the process of creating history, it's exciting!"

"Who else just takes money and doesn't work?" Zhou Qingfeng looked around the crowd and took the initiative.

The maintenance soldiers in the hangar were frightened by their gazes and backed away again.But they stared at the orderly brought by the officer in unison. Apart from squatting on the ground to count the money, he just put the money into the purse.

Finding himself isolated, the orderly shouted anxiously: "Wait, I don't take money."

Bang... Zhou Qingfeng fired a second shot, shook his head and muttered, "If you don't take the money, you can't keep it."

There was no need to fire the third shot. An elderly non-commissioned officer stood out from among the maintenance soldiers and said loudly, "Stop killing people. What do you want?"

"We are going to eradicate criminals, capitalists, and corrupt officials in St. Petersburg. We don't care about sacrifices, as long as there is some value. Now we need two 'Mi-24s' full of ammunition and fuel."

The older non-commissioned officer was stunned, and he and the others turned their heads to look into the depths of the hangar.Next to the dismantled 'Su-24', there are two complete 'Mi-24e' armed helicopters parked.

Although there are no anti-tank missiles, there are matching 57mm caliber rocket pods on the ground of the hangar, and rockets can also be found in the arsenal of the base.

"These two Mi-24e's have just been refurbished and are indeed serviceable. There is no shortage of ammunition and fuel, and they can certainly be obtained. But do you have pilots and weapons shooters?"

The senior non-commissioned officer shook his head slightly, meaning: "We only care about the maintenance of the fighter plane. For the sake of money, we can also help load weapons and ammunition, but we don't know how to drive it."

"We can." A loud voice came from behind Mikhail.Aunt Ilya, who worked as a waitress in a coffee shop, stood up, and behind her were three middle-aged people in their 50s and [-]s.

Several people looked ordinary, not tall, and not very energetic.But they put on the old Soviet military uniforms, their backs were straight, and their respective medals were worn on their chests.

Under the lights of the hangar, medals symbolizing past glory are shining brightly.

"Who knows that I once flew the Mi-24 over Red Square as a glorious female pilot, and was received by Brezhnev there?" Aunt Ilya scolded fiercely: "No, no one knows anymore. Now I Just a coffee shop serving trays."

Another middle-aged man in an old military uniform laughed at himself: "I didn't fly over Red Square, nor was I received by anyone. I just shot at the tents of local people in Afghanistan and was treated as an executioner when I returned home.

I didn't even have a pension and was kicked out of the army like a dog.The city officials wanted me to die because I would only be a nuisance to them. "

A middle-aged man in an old military uniform also smiled wryly: "We have become executioners, but the high-ranking officials who ordered us back then have become symbols of democracy.

Those officials are popular in the West, they can win the Nobel Peace Prize, and they can go abroad to spend money on vacation at any time. Have you ever thought that I also have a family to support? "