The next day, morning.

Fifth Corps of the Soviet Air Force, Headquarters.

Joseph Pushkin came to his office as usual and started his daily work day after day.

In fact, there is no work to do.

After nearly forty years of military competition, how can there be any battle to fight?

In addition to threatening the European countries, let them be more honest and not make any trouble.

That is, Mao Xiong and Ying Jiang are shouting at each other to start a war, and the situation becomes more and more tense.

But everyone knows that the two countries cannot fight at all.

It's just a shrew talking to a shrew and talking nonsense.

As a result, the quarrel continued, and the bear couldn't bear it anymore.

The perennial military competition is led by Uncle Sam and follows the rhythm deliberately set by others.

They only focus on the military and ignore the domestic livelihood and economy.

Leading to economic collapse and internal turmoil.

The poor were left with only weapons and equipment, which were sold by the top military officials for personal gain.

A super empire that once dominated Europe and had the world's largest military collapsed.

Uncle Sam is so happy!

He quickly started poaching and gnawing at the bones of the Soviet Union.

…

So boring.

The first thing Joseph Pushkin did when he went to work was to take out the vodka he brought and pour a glass of it.

After a glass of strong wine, I feel very energetic.

He even felt that he was much younger, and it would not be a problem even if he fought several gypsy girls.

Dong Dong...

At this time, there was a knock on the office door.

Joseph Pushkin called in, and the adjutant came in immediately.

"General, Mr. Conrad Stonebanks, the spokesman for Raytheon Company who made an appointment with you yesterday, has arrived in the conference room."

"I came quite early, I'll go over now." Joseph Pushkin put down the wine glass and said.

"General, Raytheon is an important defense equipment supplier to Sam State. Do you really want to sell the aircraft to them?" the adjutant hesitated for a moment, then said.

People all over the world know about the relationship between the Soviet Union and Sam.

Not to mention that they, the Soviet soldiers, have always shared the same hatred against the Sam country.

Suddenly one day, they wanted to sell their best transport aircraft and bombers to the Sam country capitalists.

Feeling a little unhappy no matter what!

But as mid-level officers, they do not have the right to speak or make decisions.

For the sake of their jobs, they had to turn a blind eye.

"Of course, as long as they can afford enough money, why don't I sell it?" Joseph Pushkin glanced at the adjutant and said calmly.

"Can……"

The adjutant looked confused and wanted to say something else.

But Joseph Pushkin forcibly interrupted: "Wacgoff, don't you understand?"

"Now that the Soviet Union is close to collapse, it is undoubtedly the best choice to choose an escape route for yourself now."

Finish this sentence.

Joseph Pushkin stood up and raised the gun hanging on his waist.

The meaning is self-evident!

If the lieutenant dared to do something bad, he would not mind sending him to see Jesus.

When Wazgoff saw this, his eyes flashed slightly.

He didn't continue to say anything, but turned and left the office.

Joseph Pushkin looked at the departing adjutant with a sneer on his lips.

With childish persistence, the Soviet Union is almost gone!

If you don’t make money now, why don’t you take advantage of the northwest wind later?

Only with money in hand can you feel safe.

the other side.

Wazgoff left the office and stopped at the stairs.

He turned his head and looked at Joseph Pushkin's office at the end of the corridor.

A coldness appeared in a pair of sapphire eyes.

Then, he turned around and went downstairs.

After leaving the headquarters, he got into a jeep and headed straight to the woods opposite the camp.

There is someone waiting for you there.

A few minutes later.

He had already driven to the grove opposite the camp, where six military jeeps were parked.

The first two cars were filled with white men wearing black plush leather jackets and solemn expressions.

The four cars behind were all Soviet soldiers in armed camouflage, but the weapons in their hands were different from ordinary soldiers.

They are all AK105 assault rifles that have undergone Westernization and are equipped with a single piece of equipment.

Each of them has a fierce aura, and they look like well-trained elite special forces soldiers.

And these people are naturally not others.

It was Poroshenko, the KGB agents led by Markov, and the GRU special forces brought by Andrei.

I saw a jeep coming.

Poroshenko took Markov out of the car and waited aside.

The jeep stopped steadily in front of the two people, and Wazgoff immediately jumped out of the car.

"Colonel Wazgoff, do you understand?"

Poroshenko put his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket and stepped forward, narrowing his eyes and asking.

"I understand, this is evidence of Joseph Pushkin's corruption, bribery, and arms trafficking."

"In addition, Joseph is currently meeting with Conrad Stonebanks, the spokesperson of Raytheon Company. You can catch him if you rush over now."

Vacgov took out a kraft paper file bag from the car and handed it to Poroshenko.

Poroshenko opened the file bag and took a look at the evidence and tapes inside, with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Very well, Wazgoff, you made a very wise choice."

"Markov, give him money."

Markov on the side reached into his leather jacket, took out a stack of rice knives and threw it to Wazgof.

That stack of rice knives was estimated to be around ten thousand.

"A little less?"

Wacgoff touched the rice knife in his hand and frowned slightly.

Every time Joseph Pushkin sold a batch of weapons, the amount of money he gave himself was less than hundreds of thousands.

I betrayed him and you gave me a 10,000-meter knife?

Just that much?

Fool ghosts or send beggars away?!

"Well, it's indeed a bit less."

Poroshenko glanced at the rice knife in his hand and gave Markov a look.

The other party immediately went to the car and took out a bulging brown paper portfolio.

Wazgoff's eyes brightened and the expression on his face softened a lot.

This is right!
To be continued...