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This sudden question gave Yusilov a fright.

He quickly calmed himself down and replied, "No, it's okay."

"If everything is alright, then please listen to my report carefully."

Karkaroff said seriously, with a hint of majesty in his eyes.

"Yes, yes, Commander!"

Yusilov responded quickly, but secretly prayed in his heart that the operation would go smoothly.

At this moment, a sudden gunshot came from the door, breaking the originally dull atmosphere in the meeting room.

The gunshots were particularly harsh in the silent space, like the roar of a devil.

Hearing the gunshot, Karkaroff became alert instantly. His years of military career made him realize immediately that the situation was not good.

He quickly took out his service gun and said to the two personal guards with a serious look:

"You two should go out and see what's going on?"

"Yes, Commander!"

The two guards responded without hesitation and quickly walked towards the door.

However, before the two guards walked out of the meeting room.

The door of the conference room was kicked open by a powerful force.

A loud "bang" sounded, as if it was fate knocking on the door, announcing the sudden change of the situation.

Next moment!

The muzzle of Hei Ya Ya's gun appeared at the gate.

The leader had a grim expression!

Pointing his gun directly at Karkaroff and his two bodyguards.

This sudden change made Karkaroff dare not act rashly again.

A trace of fear and unwillingness flashed across his face.

At this time, Yusilov was sure that Lin Yao had not lied to him.

Looking at the well-trained and quick-acting team in front of him, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

The people sent by Lin Yao are definitely the elite among the elite.

In just eight minutes, they descended like a god and easily took control of the headquarters building of the Cossack National Guard.

This action was like a carefully choreographed drama, with every detail being precise and accurate.

Yusilov's face was solemn. He slowly lowered his head, and a hint of determination flashed in his eyes.

Then he quietly reached into his pocket and fumbled to take out a small signal transmitter.

The signal transmitter trembled slightly in his hand, as if carrying the fate of the entire Cossacks.

He took a deep breath and gently pressed the launch button.

The next moment, the senior officers of the National Guard who were originally scattered throughout the conference room quickly gathered together as if drawn by a mysterious gravitational force.

At the same time, a group of well-trained figures appeared like ghosts, quickly surrounded these senior military officers, and took them under control effortlessly.

The whole process was like a carefully choreographed dance, smooth and fast.

In this chaos, everyone's attention was drawn to the sudden change.

No one noticed that Yushilov had disappeared quietly.

Time passed quietly, and when the clock struck five in the morning, the whole city was still immersed in quiet darkness.

However, in the heart of Cossack power, a storm was brewing.

Immediately afterwards, Yusilov issued a martial law order without hesitation.

The order was as hard as steel and quickly reached every corner of the Cossacks.

According to the order, all those who might endanger the interests of the Cossacks were to be arrested.

For a moment, the city streets were filled with a tense atmosphere.

The patrolling soldiers looked serious and searched everywhere for suspicious persons.

The next day, the sun rose as usual!

The morning sun shines on the Cossack land. 8:30 in the morning.

In Bayev's absence, a plenary session was held in the Cossacks' meeting hall.

The atmosphere in the hall was solemn and depressing.

All those who have the right to vote come together.

The expressions on their faces varied, some were complicated, some were worried, and some were expectant.

At the meeting, there was a heated discussion on whether Bayev should stay or go.

Finally, in a tense atmosphere, the voting began. One ballot after another was cast solemnly, representing everyone's choice for the future of the Cossacks.

The results were quickly announced, with all eligible voters voting in favor of removing Bayev from his post.

The person who temporarily exercised his powers on his behalf was Yusilov.

Yusilov stood in the studio of Cossack State Television, the lights focused on him.

He is about to make his first speech since taking office.

This was not only a declaration to the Cossack people, but also a key impetus to the direction of the entire situation.

He looked serious, looked at the camera and said:

"Dear fellow Cossacks, I stand here today with a heavy responsibility and mission."

As he spoke, he slowly took out a stack of documents and said in a heavier tone,

"This is irrefutable evidence that the Bayev family embezzled Cossack Energy, and the evidence has been recognized by the court."

"For too long, our resources have been wantonly plundered and the interests of the people have been ruthlessly trampled upon."

"What the Bayev family did has seriously damaged the foundation of our Cossack people."

Everyone in the audience gasped in shock at this sudden and heavy news.

Yusilov paused and glanced at the camera in front of him.

Then, in a steady but powerful voice, he announced: "We can no longer sit back and do nothing. We can't let this continue to happen."

"For the future of the Cossacks, for the well-being of each and every one of us."

"I have decided to hold a national vote in two days."

"If more than half of the Cossack people agree, then the Cossacks will officially leave the Polar Bear Alliance."

These words were like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, instantly causing a thousand waves.

As soon as the news was broadcast on TV, it immediately caused a sensation among the Cossacks.

People were discussing the news enthusiastically on the streets.

Some people stood in street cafes, waving their arms excitedly, expressing their hope of leaving the alliance.

They believed that this was an opportunity for the Cossacks to become independent and strong.

Some people were standing at their doorsteps, frowning, worrying about the difficulties they might face after leaving the alliance.

For example, economic difficulties and military threats.

In the city square, a group of young people gathered and argued heatedly.

One of the young men blushed and shouted, "We should have gotten rid of the shackles of the alliance long ago. The Bayev family was corrupted by the alliance. We must control our own destiny!"

Another more stable young man retorted:

"It is not easy to leave the alliance. Our trade and military defense are closely linked to the alliance. Once we leave, can we cope with the challenges that will follow?"

In remote villages, old people sat under a big tree at the entrance of the village, smoking their pipes and talking in low voices.

A white-haired old man shook his head slowly and sighed:

"The alliance has existed for so many years, and even though it has its problems, I feel uneasy about leaving it all of a sudden."

The entire Cossack nation fell into an unprecedented state of turmoil and contemplation.

Everyone is caught up in this huge vortex about the future direction.

Where will Yusilov's decision lead the Cossacks?

What will be the result of the national decision?

…

On the other side, Moscow.

A storm surrounding the Cossacks is quietly brewing.

On the day when the Cossacks underwent a huge change, the KGB, under Boris's order, kept the news strictly secret for a day and a night.

At this time, Bayev, who was in Moscow, was completely unaware of the shocking changes in his hometown thousands of miles away.

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Still immersed in his own world, unaware that danger is approaching step by step.

A day and a night passed like a ruthless chisel, quietly changing the situation of the Cossacks.

Finally, a KGB agent who had long been bribed by Nebayev passed the news of the great changes in the Cossacks to Bayev.

The moment he heard the news, Bayev's face turned pale.

His originally calm face twisted into one of anger, and he was furious like an angry lion.

He paced back and forth in the room, cursing non-stop, with barely any hesitation.

Bayev immediately summoned his confidants and prepared to lead them to fight back against the Cossacks, regain control of the situation, and take back everything he had lost.

Before leaving, Bayev accepted an interview with the media in order to gain support for his actions.

He faced the camera and angrily denounced Yusilov as illegally usurping power.

He declared in fierce words that he would overthrow Yusilov when he returned and take charge of the Cossack situation again.

Just as he was rushing to the Moscow airport.

When preparing to board the plane back to Cossack.

However, the airport staff told us that it was air traffic control and no plane could take off.

This sudden change made Bayev extremely anxious.

He was like an ant on hot pot, pacing around in the airport hall.

In desperation, he could only contact Boris and try to use Boris's power to solve the problem.

But the response from the other end of the phone was cold. I was told that Boris was in a meeting and was not available.

Bayev was so angry that he threw his phone to the ground, but he could do nothing about it.

Bayev, who was at his wit's end, gritted his teeth and decided to take the train back to Cossacks.

He held a glimmer of hope in his heart, hoping to return home and turn the tide before the situation got completely out of control.

It makes no difference!

Before the train left Rakshasa Country, he received another piece of news that was like a bolt from the blue - his younger brother was imprisoned.

Yusilov announced that a collective decision would be held.

After hearing the news, Bayev felt a darkness before his eyes!

My legs went limp!

He collapsed directly to the ground.

He knew that his family was finished.

In extreme despair and anger, Bayev sat on the train for half an hour.

His eyes were empty and his thoughts were in a mess. His family's former glory and current decline kept emerging in his mind.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and made a difficult decision - he got off the bus decisively, stayed in Rakshasa Country, and tried to make a comeback.

Bayev got out of the car in a daze and was about to return to Moscow with his men.

I was thinking about how to gather strength again.

But he didn't expect that something even more terrible was waiting for him.

The moment he walked out of the train station, a group of KGB agents in black appeared in front of him like ghosts.

These KGB agents had cold eyes, showed him the arrest warrant without any doubt, and then arrested him.

Bayev tried to struggle but was firmly held by the agents.

His eyes widened, his face full of resentment and anger.

However, everything was beyond redemption.

Bayev, who once called the shots among the Cossacks, looked as pale as death!

Bayev was escorted and came with heavy steps to the new KGB director Kshnikov.

His eyes were filled with anger, unwillingness and confusion, and his former arrogance was long gone.

At this moment, he was like a beast trapped in a cage, unable to break free.

Kshnikov sat in a spacious and bright office. Light filtered in through the window behind him, outlining his stern silhouette.

He looked at the embarrassed Bayev in front of him, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said in a businesslike tone:

"Mr. Bayev, the Cossack High Prosecutor's Office has issued a warrant for your arrest. They believe that you are suspected of corruption and embezzlement of public funds!"

"Based on this, we have the power to arrest you and transfer you to the Cossack Prosecutor's Office."

Kshnikov's words were concise and cold, like a death sentence.

After hearing these words, Bayev's doubts were instantly resolved, and he suddenly realized.

His eyes were red as he stared at Kshnikov in front of him, as if he wanted to vent all his anger. He sneered:

"Director Kashnikov, please tell Boris that he is a hypocritical villain!"

Keshnikov looked indifferent, as if Bayev's anger and accusations were just insignificant noise.

He shrugged indifferently and said, "Mr. Bayev, you should recognize your current situation!"

"Don't always blame others for being mean, look for the reasons in yourself."

Bayev wanted to refute, but before he could open his mouth.

The two KGB agents, like well-trained machines, quickly and forcefully lifted him up and dragged him out the door without any explanation.

Bayev struggled and cursed, but it was all in vain.

After Bayev was taken away, Keshnikov calmly picked up the phone and dialed a familiar number.

After the call was connected, he said respectfully: "Mr. Boris, the matter has been completed."

There was a pause on the other end of the phone, and then Boris's cheerful voice came: "Okay, I get it. Thank you for your hard work."

Behind this seemingly simple conversation lies the game of power and calculations.

Bayev, a once extremely powerful figure among the Cossacks, became a discarded pawn in the chess game of power.

In the Grand Commander's Mansion of Rakshasa Kingdom, the luxurious decoration and soft lighting create a solemn and mysterious atmosphere.

Boris sat on the spacious sofa, opposite Lin Yao.

Boris said to Lin Yao with a smile on his face and a different light in his eyes:

"Mr. Lin, congratulations, you succeeded again!"

Lin Yao leisurely puffed on his cigar, blowing out a faint smoke ring, which slowly rose and gradually dissipated in the air. (End of this chapter)