Soviet Union 1991

(Second update)

This time the hostage rescue incident was finally successfully resolved. Compared with the painful price paid in the Beslan crisis in history, this time only the sacrifice of three hostages and the minor injuries of two special forces members resulted in the annihilation of all the gangsters. Compared with Mao Xiong's counter-terrorism methods of breaking in with armored vehicles or killing hostages first and then fighting the gangsters, Yanayev said that this time was the most successful crisis management.

The Third Directorate of the KGB is responsible for concentrating all its efforts on investigating and suppressing terrorist and sabotage activities carried out by foreign secret services, and is responsible for some shady domestic operations. If the Soviets are compared to the Vatican Church, then the third round is a veritable Inquisition, which has always been a weapon of fear for everyone with its cruel interrogation, physical and mental torture. As for those guys who were listed as the focus of attention in the third game, most of the results can only be described as dead with no intact bodies or heads missing, so Yevloev's mentality at this time is not much different from dead.

"Tell us the information we want, and we can guarantee your life. It doesn't matter if you don't tell us. We have plenty of ways to get you to talk. It's just a little scarier." The interrogator wearing gold-rimmed glasses fits the gloomy impression. He looks like a "Cheka" who is cold and deep, with his hands stained with the blood of spies.

There was only a table in front of Yevloev, and iron chains as thick as his thumbs cuffed his hands. The dim light reflected the thin face of the interrogator, making him look gloomy and scary. Thirty minutes have passed, and Yevloev still uses silence to silently resist the Cheka's interrogation.

"What information? I don't know what you are talking about, infidels. You red bandits and dictators should all be sent to hell. Allah will not let you go. Bah." Yevloev looked towards the interrogator The person spat on the face, and the saliva stuck to the paper, spreading a halo of ink.

The interrogator raised his head and glanced at the soldier beside him. Then Yevloev's head was twisted and pushed down by a pair of strong hands, and his forehead was hit hard on the table. Once, twice, three times. Looking around, with no intention of stopping. Until the end, my face was dripping with blood

"We Muslims will kill all your infidels, and those who don't believe in us will be sent to hell! The fire of our religious revolution will be ignited all over the world!" Yevloev gritted his teeth with a look on his face. Become ferocious, "From London to Los Angeles. Then to Moscow, we will turn this world into the paradise of Islam. **, liberalism, you will all be sent to hell, and those who oppress us will have their heads chopped off!"

"Oh, really?"

As soon as Yevloev finished speaking, a pen stabbed his arm hard, with enough force to make a bloody hole in the palm of Yevloev's hand. The interrogator standing in front of Yevloev pushed up his glasses. One second he looked like a frail scholar, and the next second he turned into a terrifying demon.

"I don't have time to talk to you now. Comrade Yevloev, I think you will make a choice." The interrogator opened the book and threw it in front of Yevloev, "Don't think We can't find any information about you. Yevloev, a native of North Ossetia, has a daughter. Since joining the extremist organization, he has severed ties with his daughter and his wife. I think you refused because you were worried that they would be implicated. , But don’t think that I can’t find their whereabouts without you.”

The man with glasses smiled coldly, and the door behind him was opened, and a ** year-old girl and a middle-aged woman were pushed in. Behind him was a KGB agent with a sinister expression.

"You bastard! Bastard!" Looking at his wife and children, Yevloev almost wanted to jump up from the table and tear the interrogator into pieces.

"Why didn't you think that you were a bastard when you pointed your mouth at those innocent children?" the interrogator said without any emotion. He looked at his watch impatiently, "I don't have much time. You To say or not to say.”

"Wait a moment."

"One." As soon as the interrogator finished saying one, the soldier behind him raised his hand and pointed his mouth at the middle-aged woman. Yevloev directly pulled the trigger before he finished speaking. A pool of scarlet blood spattered on the white wall of the interrogation room, and what was a living person one second turned into a corpse the next, giving Yevloev almost no time to think about it.

"Say. Or not?" the interrogator asked again. Seeing that the other party just clenched his fists, but remained indifferent, he took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, "I want to change the trick next, how about Russian turntable?" "

As he spoke, the interrogator took out a runner from his pocket, stuffed one into the bullet nest, turned it a few times, and then pointed his mouth at Yevloev's daughter.

The interrogator repeated the question just now, "Tell me, detailed information about Sadayev, Khattab, and Umarov. You are Sadayev's bodyguard, so you know his situation best." "Now I want to know the scope of their activities in the mountains of Chechnya and Georgia, the number of armed personnel and the financial backers behind them."

"This time you have one to five unequal chances to save your daughter. Say it or not." The interrogator almost pressed the girl's chin. Even if the other person was just a child, he would not be merciful at all.

"one."

"Wait, if I tell him, Sadayev will not let me go!" Yevloev wanted to stop the other party's crazy move, but his hands were caught by the chains.

Without waiting for Yevloyev's response, the interrogator pulled the trigger directly. Fortunately, there was no bullet in the first slot, only the sound of the firing pin falling.

"We will not let you go now, second."

Before Yevloyev's heart was lifted, the interrogator pulled the trigger again.

"I'll tell you, okay?" Yevloyev collapsed in the chair, "I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything I know, please don't hurt her."

"Then tell us, tell us everything you know. If we find that you lied, you will only receive your daughter's body." The interrogator put down his hand, crossed his legs and recorded everything Yevloyev said in detail.

After recording, the interrogator closed the notebook and asked the agents to drag the bodies of the girl and her mother out. He calmly said to Yevloyev, "In fact, the one just now was a fake, Yevloyev, you will never see your daughter again. She will never become a person like you." (To be continued.)