The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

The outcome of the First Chechen War was extremely tragic for the Russians.

At least for the people in front of me.

After spending a few days together and holding two briefings and analysis meetings, Watson could clearly feel the mental state of these officers and soldiers. The entire action team was in an increasingly depressing atmosphere. Considering that this operation required an airdrop into the enemy-controlled area, Watson could also understand everyone's nervousness.

Yuri and Igor did not leave, but worked with the intelligence personnel. The revenge plan that had been prepared for a long time was about to be launched, and Yuri was even more concerned about it than Watson. As for Watson himself, in addition to attending briefings and analysis meetings every day, he would practice with the action team at a training ground more than ten kilometers away.

They built a simple site based on the on-site photos sent by reconnaissance aircraft, and every day they practiced airborne operations, breaking down doors, sudden attacks, capturing targets and then retreating as planned.

Combat casualties are also designated on a temporary basis.

This includes enemy positions, firepower configuration, and even mortars using training shells, in order to fully simulate various emergencies.

At one point Watson volunteered to play the role of an enemy soldier.

Then Palyosha never let him do this again. How to practice this? The RPK light machine gun has only one muzzle. When Watson took out two pistols to play close-range shooting, no one in the room could escape death.

It's really discouraging.

Watson was not just a bully. In his spare time, he taught shooting and fighting. The soldiers were very obedient these days. Many of them even saluted Watson. Out of personal interest, Watson also participated in some intelligence work with Yuri. After reading piles of documents, he also gained a new understanding of the situation in Chechnya.

After cutting off economic ties with Russia, the already bad economic situation continued to deteriorate. The various radical and extremist ideas that had been bred by the long years of war had not been quelled, and organized kidnappings and robberies occurred frequently. Officials were corrupt, and many soldiers committed crimes because of unemployment. A large number of young and middle-aged people in rural areas had no source of income and had no choice but to join in.

The so-called democratically elected leader is at best a spokesperson and has little control over the various local Muslim armed factions in Chechnya. The repressive measures he took were ineffective, causing the entire situation to further slide towards division. The effectiveness of government decrees once they leave the capital Grozny is almost equivalent to that of waste paper.

Chechnya soon fell into civil strife.

It quickly developed into a place where warlords were everywhere.

At the same time, foreigners living in Chechnya, especially Russian civilians, were excluded, persecuted and even massacred, and fled with their families. Not to mention foreigners, the war was so brutal, the capital Grozny was bombarded for days, and ordinary Chechen civilians also fled in large numbers.

The brief end of the war did not bring order, but the beginning of chaos.

The land is still filled with death and despair.

To be honest, Watson was not unmoved by the pictures of the graves, the ruins of buildings and the fleeing civilians. If it weren't for the fact that Madame Viper's Hydra business involved a Ukrainian arms dealer, and if it weren't for the fact that he happened to meet Yuri, he might have only seen Chechnya on TV.

These people who have suffered from war, plague and famine are separated from the audience by a cold screen, as if they are in two different worlds.

The documents included several photos of Chechen boy scouts.

These photos destroyed Watson's relatively relaxed mood of the past few days.

The short stature, thin arms, AK rifle, and half-closed eyes reminded Watson of the little boy who shot him in the Congo jungle.

I scared him away.

Later the child also died, lying in the flame-filled ruins.

Before the operation, Wolf Mother Kalena said that if she couldn't bear to do it, she must inform other teammates of the enemy situation. She did inform them, and on the way back she didn't ask who fired the gun. Everyone tacitly agreed not to mention it... Or maybe the child was just unlucky and was hit by the debris of the building, or maybe he was accidentally killed by a stray bullet from a warlord's soldier?

Does thinking this way make me feel better?

of course.

Watson looked at his hands and had a premonition.

Maybe it will happen again this time.

On the last afternoon before the operation began, Watson stared at the Caucasus Mountains stretching on the southern horizon alone, and never turned on the phone that was supposed to be used to send messages to his girlfriends. A barbecue party was going on in the hangar below, and Yuri was drinking happily and joined the soldiers singing. The scattered Russian songs drifted into the wind and dissipated in the vast fields in the distance.

"Hey! Slade!"

Officer Palyosha came up from the escalator: "Are you sure you don't want to go down with us?"

"Sorry, rules are rules."

Declining the invitation, Watson pointed to the bottles of vodka at his feet and said, "I'll drink it myself."

"Okay then." Palyosha did not insist, took off his officer's cap and took out a cigarette: "I just want to thank you in advance. I heard from Yuri that you had other plans after the operation. In any case, they feel very relieved to have you involved. Believe me, more than one person told me this."

"In my country, saying 'I hope everyone can come back alive' before a battle is considered a curse, which often leads to an unfortunate outcome." Watson used his fingertips to pick at the raised surface of the rusty railings: "So I can only say I will do my best."

"...Interesting statement."

Paliosha didn't ask which country Slade was talking about, and just started smoking.

After a long silence, he continued, "What do you know about Igor?"

"The deputy that Yuri brought with him?"

"Correct."

"I only knew him a few days earlier than I knew you."

"He was chatting with someone from the Intelligence Department yesterday. He said he saw you on the plane and that you were an underage child, but everyone just thought it was a joke." Paliosha turned his head and stared at Watson's face. "I've been observing your combat performance. To be honest, I don't think it makes sense for a young person to have such skills, experience, and combat intuition."

"Igor really said that?"

"Correct."

Watson didn't say much, just nodded: "Thank you."

The man patted his shoulder and said nothing more, then walked down the hangar with a cigarette in his mouth. Watson quickly put the matter out of his mind, but after Palyosha came over to chat with him, his previous gloomy mood eased a lot. He took out the phone and touched the power button with his fingertips.

There was a pause of about ten seconds, and Watson just kept holding the phone, but ultimately did not press it.

Even he himself found it a little confusing.

Then I remembered a very important question.

Seriously, this is a military base, why am I texting here?

Cursing himself inwardly, Watson picked up a bottle of vodka and stuffed the bottle mouth into the gap under the skull mask. The deformed tongue tip immediately stretched out and drilled into the bottle mouth, sucking the liquor inside like a straw.

......

Early morning of January 1st.

An An-12 transport plane left the hangar, its four turboprop engines roaring, pushing the fuselage slowly forward and beginning to accelerate at one end of the runway.

This is an old plane that is more than 80 years old. Watson has been with it for several days and can see the mottled marks on the plane clearly. Some items in the cabin are still engraved with sickle and hammer patterns. According to Palyosha, this plane was used to fight in Afghanistan in the s.

Again, the country has no money.

It’s not that the new planes are not good enough, but that there is no money to place orders for upgrades, so we can only make do with these old guys.

Watson looked at the thick black smoke coming out of the tail of the engine outside the window and turned his gaze back to the cabin and looked at the vehicle parked in front of him. Including himself, there were a total of 22 people in this operation. They were going to parachute to the outskirts of Gudermes, the second largest city in Chechnya, to capture an extremist warlord who frequently carried out terrorist attacks in Russia.

And Grigorev, with whom he was meeting to discuss arms business.

Chechnya's air force was destroyed by the Russian army several years ago. Now the biggest threat to high-altitude aircraft is some anti-aircraft guns and individual air defense missiles, as well as a small number of air defense missile vehicles, so this type of arms has a very large market in Chechnya.

Yuri's competitor was planning to sell these goods.

But that's not all Grigorev's business is about.

He has a batch of biological weapons from the Umbrella Corporation.

The reason for choosing to meet in Gudermes was the result of many factors, including the active planning and efforts of the Russian intelligence agencies and Yuri. Watson had some impression of this city. Gudermes was one of the cities that took the initiative to surrender to the Russian army during the Second Chechen War.

I guess they had already made secret contact.

Having gone to so much trouble to arrange the meeting, the Russians certainly would not simply send out bombers to drop a round of bombs. After all, the term biological weapons is too triggering. The Raccoon City tragedy has fully proved that this is completely different from previous bomb terrorist attacks.

So we have to pry open the mouths of these two people.

Watson considered more hypothetical situations. The Russian military might think that the biological weapons in Grigoriev's hands were related to the base that old man Spencer secretly transformed in the Caucasus Mountains. If they really caught them, they might hide and wait until the base was built before rushing out to reap the fruits.

How could he have the security of controlling the whole process when secretly cooperating with outsiders? Moreover, it was a biological weapon, and if he was not careful, he would lose the whole city.

Of course, the above are all assumptions.

It was pitch black outside the window, and no one was chatting in the cabin. The soldiers were silent, gathering their strength for the upcoming action. Watson continued to organize his weapons and equipment. All the guns had been calibrated in advance. The nearly 1.5-meter-long KSVK anti-material sniper rifle was leaning against his arms, swinging back and forth with the movement.

At least this time someone helped me carry the ammunition.

The distance between Gudermes and the border of Dagestan is not far, so the flight did not take too long. The captain of the operation team, Dmitry, stood up quickly, and the bell before parachuting rang in the cabin.

As the red light of the prompt light flashed, Watson stood up and stood at the front of the line.

The cargo hold door slowly opened, and the sound of the sharp wind filled my ears.