Soviet Union 1991

Whether it is the Intelligence Committee or the top leaders of the CIA, they all realized a problem. The Soviet Union is like a tumor that has grown out of the blood of the capitalist free world. It is developing unrestrainedly in a malignant direction and then devouring all existing systems. According to them, they will break the shackles of the old era and rebuild a world without capitalists that truly belongs to the working class.

When the United States realized the seriousness of the problem, the European Union unexpectedly chose appeasement and compromise. When Ukraine was annexed by an unknown bomb, they allowed the Soviet cavalry to occupy Ukraine. Everyone knew what it meant when Ukraine returned to the embrace of the Soviet Union.

That was the end of an old era. The sleeping giant will wake up again and look at the whole world with gloomy eyes, including the east coast of the Atlantic Ocean, the north coast of the Mediterranean Sea, and the guys who cut fat from the red polar bear when he was dying. He will never let go of the bloody crimes he committed before.

The CIA hired invisible ghosts to sneak into Kiev and Moscow respectively to end the birth of a new era.

McMillan, with a strong Scottish accent, teamed up with Price to take a train from the uninhabited Siberia to Moscow. What shocked them most was that every train was equipped with heavy weapons. The violent weapons made of a never-before-seen double-barreled turret and a giant tracked vehicle chassis looked very much like the German black technology weapon Giant Rat during World War II.

They didn't know where this weapon was developed from, and it was obviously not in line with the logic of the times. However, the rough and simple shape revealed the unique visual impact of the Russians, especially the meat grinder shape of the front shovel, which was simply a terrible pretense specially set up to clear the obstacles in front.

The tanks transported from Siberia to Eastern Europe have only one destination, Ukraine.

According to intelligence, the Russians are looking at the assembly of armored tanks in Kiev, Odessa and other areas. They believe that the large-scale armored cluster tactics that no longer conform to the development of the war have once again appeared on European soil.

But this time no one dared to laugh at Russia.

The signal of war has appeared, but the cowardly EU dared not condemn Russia in a tough manner. It even unexpectedly proposed a policy of appeasement after the other side conquered Ukraine and swallowed up the Caucasus.

The White House realized that the EU's compromise was ultimately just a replay of the World War II version. The Pentagon, aware of the seriousness of the problem, held a secret meeting, and the result of this meeting may affect the course of history.

They want to send people to sneak into Moscow and Kiev to assassinate the two conspirators who started the war.

One is Romanov, who represents the Soviet Union.

The other is Makarov, the Minister of Defense of Belarus, who has assembled a core group in Eastern Europe and is preparing to plan an attack.

This unexpected rainstorm did not hinder the continuation of the action, and they even lost contact after entering Moscow. At this time, with the Kremlin as the center, it seems that there is an electromagnetic interference that is constantly spreading, and even spy satellites cannot peek at the scene.

This large-scale particle flow electromagnetic interference only occurs when a nuclear bomb explodes, but at this time, the calm Moscow sends a certain uneasy signal to the CIA.

The situation in the Kremlin took a sharp turn for the worse. If the other party's crazy conspiracy was not stopped, perhaps the whole of Europe would have to pay for a calm madman.

No one wanted to see such an ending. Solving the problem often only required one sniper rifle bullet.

If it was not enough, then two bullets.

Price suddenly felt a kind of ominous premonition through the crosshairs. He noticed that the bald man standing behind Romanov seemed to be watching him intentionally or unintentionally. The eyes that could see through the soul were staring at him quietly through the crosshairs of the scope.

"We can be ready to kill at any time. The rain and wind speed are slowing down. Our mission is not affected by anything. We have reached the last step."

"It's so strange. I always feel that the person behind Romanov is watching us."

Price said to McMillan beside him, "We seem to know nothing about the man next to Romanov. As for the bald man, except for a photo, we have no other information, and we don't even know his name. We only know that he has a close relationship with Romanov and seems to be inseparable. But I haven't seen him speak in any public occasion. Is he Romanov's bodyguard?"

McMillan shook his head, expelled the distracting thoughts in his mind, and focused on Romanov. "He has nothing to do with our mission. As long as Romanov dies, everything will end. Just like when you killed Russian nationalist fanatics in Ukraine many years ago."

In other words, McMillan asked Price to concentrate on shooting the key shot and not be distracted by other things.

"You can't shoot this shot."

The bald man's eyes in the scope seemed to pass through the void and directly meet the eyes of the person in front of him.

This is an illusion.

Price repeated it, he took a deep breath, raised his head slightly, and happened to see the top executive of Moscow TV. The constantly rotating mind beacon spread a red light to the darkest part of the human heart. The moment he looked into the eyes of the bald man, he seemed to see the fear of the abyss and death.

"Surrender, Mr. Price. This is not an illusion. You are talking to me, the man standing one kilometer away, looking at you."

"You are destroying a great seed. The human world will change because of the appearance of this man. Your existence will completely ruin our future."

The hand holding the trigger was shaking constantly. Price's heartbeat accelerated, his mouth was dry, and he even fantasized about having a bottle of whiskey to relieve the pressure at this time.

"No, you are my enemy. You are destroying world peace. I must kill you."

"We are destroying the system of the old era. A new future is waiting for everyone. A world without war, drugs, famine, and pain. Before we can achieve this goal, we must clear all enemies. The one standing in front of you is not a villain. The CIA who instructs you to assassinate is the most evil dictator."

McMillan, who was holding a telescope, gave up observation and turned his head to say to his comrades around him, "What are you waiting for? This is our last chance. Pull the trigger, soldier, this is an order."

At this time, Price could no longer hear what the other party was saying. His pupils were blurred, as if he was listening to some kind of bewitching consciousness. The figure of the great mentor appeared in front of him and stretched out his hand.

"Abandon the sins of the old era, a new future is waiting for you. Empty your mind and distractions, and obey the greatest Soviet will."

"Welcome to become a great * soldier, Mr. Price."

Price put down the sniper rifle in his hand, slowly stood up, and stretched out his hand through the glass of the window sill to grab the void and desolation in front of him.

McMillan realized that something was wrong, turned his head and saw Price took out a pistol, staring blankly into the distance.

"What are you doing, Price, this is an order."

Price didn't speak, took out a pistol and pointed it at McMillan's head.

"I'm sorry, my comrade."

A flash of fire flashed in the dark room, and it was gone in a flash.

The flames of the bullets, the spirals of the trajectory cutting through the air, and the sudden splashes of blood. McMillan was shot in the head by his teammates without any warning.

"Thank you for making a wise choice."

The voice in his heart continued to bewitch him, and he became a puppet who followed the highest will.

"Goodbye, Comrade Price."

Then Price raised his pistol and pointed the muzzle at his chin. He said to himself, "I can't stop the arrival of the new world."

"Goodbye."

After a gunshot, there was only the sound of raindrops, which kept hitting the rusty iron sheets downstairs, and everything returned to silence.

Yuri turned his head and exhaled softly. He could no longer distinguish which were sweat stains and which were wet rain. Since they took control of the power in Moscow, there have been endless assassinations that are hard to prevent. At first, it was just the old parliamentarians who were cleared out, and then it was the dissatisfied elements in the army, and some pro-Western forces, but they were suppressed one by one by him with tough means. But this time it was unexpected, because the person responsible for the assassination was sent from the West.

"General Secretary Romanov."

When Romanov finished his speech, Yuri quickly stepped forward and whispered in his ear, "This is the sixth group of people who want to be assassinated. They are retired British troops hired by the CIA. They seem to want to throw dirty water on MI6 after the end. The Americans are still thinking about repeating the script of World War II. When the war in Europe is provoked, they can get rid of their own economic crisis by selling arms."

The footsteps on the podium stopped. Romanov casually patted the rain stains on his shoulders and looked at Yuri calmly. After a moment, he said, "Then go and deal with the scene, suppress the matter, and don't make it public. Before the Iron Curtain device and plan are completed, we still need to appease NATO for a while. Now that the army has arrived in Ukraine, it will stop temporarily. After the negotiations are completed, we will make the next plan."

Yuri nodded. If he can bewitch everyone's mind and control everyone's heart, he has no idea of ​​disrespect in front of Romanov.

“When all the scripts are completed, we will make NATO and even the capitalist empire in North America pay a heavy price for what they have done.”