Chapter 869 I Can Die! (One Update!)

In Tel Aviv, Israel, Pablo couldn't help but fall into thinking as he looked at the documents handed over by his secretary.

He was trying hard to think about how he should say so that he could dispel Amelika's doubts and at the same time, he took himself out perfectly.

But after thinking about it, he thought about it for ten thousand reasons, but he still couldn't find a suitable reason to take it out.

no way.

As the president of a country, he cannot say that he does not know about it.

It can also be said that just saying it is equivalent to admitting that he, as a president, is a waste and cannot control his subordinates well.

Throwing the documents to the side and sorting out his appearance, Pablo turned around, smiled, and continued to walk towards the reception room with a steady pace.

In the reception room, he met Hanks.

Hanks, who was usually very casual, was wearing General Amelica's uniform and sat in the main seat with a big golden sword. He was not at all humble about Pablo's arrival, but just pointed to the sofa next to him and signaled. Pablo sat there.

Pablo did not care about Hanks' movements, nor did he sit down as Hanks's gesture, but instead asked someone to move a sofa again, sitting opposite Hanks, leaning against Hanks, and leaning on the sofa obliquely. He held his cheek with his left hand and looked at Hanks with curiosity.

Neither side spoke, and for a moment, the reception room seemed extremely quiet.

It was so quiet that only a few people could hear the breathing.

After a long time, Hanks broke the silence. He picked up the document he had placed at hand and handed it to the person around him, signaling the other party to take it to Pablo.

After his subordinates handed the documents to Pablo, he spoke softly:

"President Pablo, I know that you Israel has always wanted to control nuclear weapons, but I hope you understand more clearly that nuclear weapons are not something you can control."

"I'm here today and there's only one request."

"Give me the list of those people in Azerbaijan and their specific route of action, let them stop acting, disarm and wait in place, and you don't need to worry about the rest. We will deal with it completely and there will be no connection between them. It's up to you."

Having said this, Hanks leaned forward, his eyes narrowed, his hooked nose staring straight at the other person, and his smile looked at the person opposite him:

"You can do nothing, either!"

"It's just that I can't guarantee what happens next."

Hanks' words are threats, very obvious threats.

Pablo could hear it naturally, but there was no look of concern on his face, but just shook his head lightly and responded:

"General Hanks, you come from Qatar. Logically, I should entertain you, but I am not satisfied with what you said."

"As a general of one country, it is a bit too much for you to say this before the head of another country."

"I will pass these words to Mr. Odebiao without saying a word."

"But you are a guest from afar. I have someone ready for dinner. We can enjoy a grand banquet to welcome you."

"I don't have that interest!" Hanks waved his hands repeatedly and responded calmly, leaning forward and sitting upright. His whole aura burst out at this moment, and the iron blood that had been through the battlefield became extremely powerful at this moment. Intimidating:

"I know that Mr. Odebiao is your part in being elected president, and you also know that you have rooted a lot in Amelika for so many years."

"I'm also working with your people, and working together to make money, it's not a mess."

"But it would be a bit too much to think about mastering things that do not belong to you, and it would be very cold."

"Where is Mr. Odebiao, you can say whatever you want, I don't care."

"I'm here today and I only need one attitude from you."

"Give me a suitable attitude, and I will give you the same attitude."

Pablo's brows were so angry that he raised his eyebrows and gritted his teeth. It was strange that he changed the topic in another place:

"President Kennedy... was as tough as you at the time."

"Yeah!" Hanks blinked, then his serious face smiled, laughing wildly.

Even though it was far away, Pablo could see his teeth.

After opening his mouth and laughing for a while, Hanks slowly lowered his head and looked straight at Pablo:

"Do you know why Kennedy died?"

Before the person opposite spoke, Hanks said to himself:

"He wants to be Roosevelt, he wants to be Roosevelt II!"

"So he died, he died under the attention of the crowd, and he died under the expectation of the crowd."

"For Amelika, the president is actually not necessary before encountering a threat that endangers Amelika."

"It's just a mascot. If everyone wants you to be there and listen to you, then you are a good president."

"If you don't want to..."

"Then die!"

"This is the president!" Hanks spread his hands and said something very common.

Then, he stretched out his right hand, snapped his fingers gently, and said with a little joking look on his face: "But I'm not the president."

"I'm Hanks McCain!"

"The next successor to the McCain family, Rear Admiral Amelica, Commander of the Central War Zone."

"I can die!"

"But I can only die on Amelika's territory, I can die in a car accident, I can die in a gunshot, I can die in food poisoning, I can die in any form."

"but!"

"I can only die in Amelika!"

"Dieting elsewhere will be a huge disaster for you."

"So we'll be short, open the skylight and speak out, give me your road map this time, and the current location of the people who transported the yellow cakes, give them orders, disarm and wait in place, I can do anything It didn't happen."

Pablo didn't answer the conversation, but just kept lowering his head.

It seems to be thinking.

After a while, he slowly raised his head, and a sense of madness appeared in his light green eyes.

He grinned and said to Hanks a little crazy:

"Or why should we make a bet?"

"Just bet on your people, can you catch mine?"

"Yes!" Hanks responded in one breath.

Anyway, the person who transports yellow cakes is not his, and the person who transports yellow cakes is not his.

If he had to say that he could do something, it was nothing more than here, watching Pablo and waiting until the end of it.

He changed into a suitable position on the sofa, and he also held his chin like Pablo, and smiled:

"Bad went to Azerbaijan and the news that Yurigin also arrived in Armenia."

"The five great charitable people serve you, you are this!"

With a thumbs up at Pablo, Hanks leaned against the chair, closed his eyes and began to rest.

At the same time, Azerbaijan's capital Baku, Azerbaijan President Kozi Mikoyanov also met Bad at the airport.

Although Azerbaijan has always been inconsistent with Russia, it has not jumped too much because it is on Russia's face.

Just secretly, I was always in contact with Amerika and NATO.

This is the first time that Bard has visited at a diplomatic level.

Looking at the person walking down the gangway, Kochi walked over naturally. Before he could speak, the general in Amelica uniform opposite him turned cold and raised a finger:

"Now, turn on your air defense system, but don't lock in the target. Several drones will appear from Iran later."

"The target is those who transport yellow cakes."

His attitude is very arrogant and unreasonable, just like he is directing his own servant.

Kochi saw it in his eyes, closed his eyes, took a few breaths, and replied softly, "This is not good!"

Bad walked to Kochi and stood still, scooping a handful of smiles on his face, but that smile... was a naughty smile. Even if there was sunshine in Baku today, the smile seemed very gloomy.

After looking at each other for a moment, Bud asked softly: "You know it's not good either?"

"Come on, bring the information."

While speaking, the subordinate next to him handed over an Apple phone. On the screen of the Apple phone, there was an open photo.

The content of the photo is very simple, with eight people standing together half bent down, wearing black uniforms and head covers.

Judging from the equipment, it should be Russian.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

On the ground among the eight Russians, there were four people lying on the ground. The hair of the four people lying on the ground was grabbed by the few people standing next to them.

And the faces of these four people have completely swollen into pig's heads and turned completely purple-red.

There were still blood stains left at the corner of the mouth, and there was dark red blood on the ground.

Next to the blood, there were several suits that were thrown on the ground and looked valuable.

After showing the photo, Bud exited the photo and exposed the text on the screen.

[Ivan Ivanoivic, head of the third-best mine refinery of the Russian Atomic Energy Company Kazakhstan Second Uranium Mining Company.

A total of 233.75 tons of yellow cakes were sold this time, and the purity of yellow cakes was 49.35%! 】

Putting the phone into Kochi's hand, Bud waved his hand very casually:

"This is news from the Russian Ministry of Defense. Their Minister of Defense Yurigin first contacted Amelika's Ministry of Defense, and then directly contacted me to sync this news into my hands."

"While delivering the message, he also took a special plane to Armenia."

"And the worst has been planned."

"The worst plan is to directly detonate these yellow cakes in Azerbaijan, Armenia, or Georgia!"

"You think it through yourself."

Leaving this sentence, Bud walked onto the special plane without looking back. The special plane did not take off, the cabin gate was not closed, but just stopped there quietly, as if waiting for a response.

Kochi stood next to the gangway, stood for a long time, sighed as if he had accepted his fate, and reached out to call the director of the Security Bureau:

"You go and arrange it, don't let those things explode on our territory."

Hearing this request, the Director of the Security Bureau was so big that he was both big.

Damn, that's not what you said at the beginning.

But he also knew that the current situation could not help but talk. He clicked his head lightly, turned around and left the airport.

Go and arrange work.

At the same time, after several hours of pursuit, the Alpha Special Forces Team led by Yuri finally found traces of those people in the Kazakhstan area of ​​the northwestern border of Azerbaijan.

But it is just finding the other party's trace.

The other party had 14 cars, about 80 people, and a full set of Azerbaijani camouflage uniforms, which were a little similar to the camouflage uniforms they were all designed from the Soviet era.

The m16 in my hand was all in my hand, and as for the transport vehicles, they drove carelessly on the streets of Kazakhstan District.

No disguise, no fear.

With his eyes taken from these vehicles, Vasily looked back at Yuri and asked in a low voice:

"Captain? What should we do?"

Vasily's inquiry made Yuri take his gaze from the map in his hand and look at the town outside the car window. His lips were pursed in a line, not knowing what to say.

This is the Kazakhstan area in northwest Azerbaijan, and to the south is the Ijevan area in Armenia.

Further northwest is the Gardabani region of Georgia.

But Azerbaijan's territory was like a wedge and was thrust into Georgia.

This kind of area where the three countries are intertwined is very annoying.

Because there are a large number of garrisons in these places, as long as the gunfire is fired here, these garrisons will arrive quickly. If you are not careful, you will fall into a dead end.

Similarly, this is not an unman's land.

Once a gunfight broke out here, the Jews who transported yellow cakes would definitely threaten the yellow cakes without hesitation.

More annoying.

Tickling his head irritably, Yuri asked the messenger to turn on the equipment, sync the position at the fastest speed, and then drove to keep up with the strange convoy again.

In the team they followed, the leader Argus Albert's eyelids kept jumping, and he always felt something was wrong.

At first, his feelings were not strong, but as they got closer to Georgia, they became stronger and stronger.

He always felt that something big would happen.

But after thinking about it carefully, I couldn't figure out what kind of big thing it was.

As the vehicle drove out of the main urban area of ​​Kazakhstan, his heartbeat became faster and faster.

As a veteran who has received a formal Soviet education from his father, Argus has always believed in his sixth sense very much.

Taking a deep breath, forcibly suppressing something wrong in his heart. He raised his right hand and gently pulled the bolt in his hand. After pulling the bolt, he looked straight ahead. After finding that there was an intersection in front, he gently turned to the small road next to him with his right hand. Clicked.

When the driver saw this gesture, he pressed the horn with his left hand, and after three crisp whistles, he pressed the steering wheel right and turned to the intersection.

The first car passed by, and more than a dozen cars behind it passed by one after another.

In the small car that followed, Yuri saw the movement of these vehicles, and gently pointed his fingers forward, and the vehicle they were riding continued to move forward.

After a few minutes, the vehicle from Group A arrived, then turned a corner and drove southeastward.

A few minutes later, Yuri's car also returned to this position. He spread out the map, searched on the map for a moment, and pointed to a trail on the map:

"Go here!"

The driver received the order and drove straight to the path.

On the other hand, Argus' convoy parked the vehicle on the side of the road, took out a few signs and stood it on, and made a repair move.

Group B's vehicle drove straight past. Looking at the departing car, Argus loosened his frown and gently patted the shoulders of the people next to him:

"It's okay, prepare to turn around. Just cross the border and go to Georgia."

"The total mileage over there is only more than 300 kilometers, which is faster, only three hours."

The convoy turned around and drove to the Georgian border again.