(2nd Update)

This time the hostage rescue incident was finally successfully resolved, compared to the tragic price paid in the historical Beslan crisis, this time it only paid the cost of three hostages and two special forces members to annihilate all the bandits at the cost of minor injuries. Compared to the anti-terrorism method of Mao Xiong, who likes to use armored vehicles to break in or kill hostages before engaging bandits, Yanayev said that this time is the most successful crisis management.

The Third Directorate of the KGB is responsible for concentrating all its energies on investigating and suppressing terrorist and sabotage activities carried out by foreign secret services, as well as on certain shady operations in the country. If the Soviets are compared to the Vatican, then the third game is a veritable Inquisition, which has always been a weapon of fear for all with its inhuman-free interrogation, physical and mental torture. And those guys who were listed as the key objects of care in the third game, most of the results can only be described as dead without a whole body or with a different head, so Yevloyev's mentality at this time is not much different from death.

"Tell us what we want, and we're guaranteed to save your life. It's okay if you don't say it, we have a way to get you to speak. It's just a little scary. The interrogators with gold-rimmed glasses fit well with the image of the eerie and cold and deep "Cheka" of the city, with hands stained with the blood of spies.

In front of Yevloyev was only a table, his hands covered by thumb-thick chains, and the dim light reflected the somewhat emaciated faces of the interrogators, looking gloomy and terrifying. Thirty minutes have passed, and Yevloyev is still silently confronting the Cheka's interrogation.

"What intelligence? I don't know what you're talking about, heretics, you bandits, dictators should all be sent to hell, and Allah will not let you go. Phew. Yevloyev spat in the interrogator's face, saliva sticking to the paper and spreading a halo of ink.

The interrogator looked up, he gave a look to the soldier next to him, and then Yevloyev's head was twisted and pressed down by a pair of strong hands, and his forehead was slammed on the table. One time. Two, three, four, without the slightest intention of stopping. Until the end of the face was dripping with blood

"We Muslims will kill all your infidels, and those who do not believe in us will be sent to Hell! The whole world will ignite the fire of our religious revolution! Yevloyev gritted his teeth and his face turned hideous, "From London to Los Angeles to Moscow, we will turn this world into a paradise for Islam." Communist. Liberalism, you will all be sent to hell, and those who oppress us will be beheaded! ”

"Oh, really?"

As soon as Yevloyev's words fell, a fountain pen stabbed into his arm, strong enough to pierce a bloody hole directly into the palm of Yevloyev's hand. The interrogator standing in front of Yevloyev pushed his glasses, and one second he was still a weak scholar, and the next second he became a terrible demon.

"I don't have time to talk to you right now, and I don't. Comrade Yevloyev, I think you will make a choice. The interrogator opened the notebook. Thrown in front of Yevloyev, "Don't think we can't find your information, Yevloyev, a native of North Ossetia, once had a daughter. Since joining an extremist group, he has disowned his daughter and wife. I think you're worried that they're being implicated and you're refusing to get in touch, but don't think I won't find their whereabouts if you don't contact them. ”

The man with the glasses smiled coldly. The door behind him was opened, and a little girl of eight or nine years old and a middle-aged woman were pushed in, followed by a KGB agent with a grim face.

"You wretch! Bastard! Looking at his wife and children, Yevloyev almost wanted to jump up from the table and tear the interrogators to shreds.

"Why didn't you think you'd be a wretch when you turned your gun on those innocent kids?" The interrogator said without the slightest emotion, and he looked at his watch with some impatience. "I don't have much time, you say it or not."

"Wait a minute."

"One." As soon as the interrogators finished speaking, the soldier behind him raised his hand and pointed the gun at the middle-aged woman, and Yevloyev directly pulled the trigger before he could finish speaking. A pool of scarlet blood splattered on the white walls of the interrogation room, and the living person in one second turned into a corpse in the next, barely giving Yevloyev time to think about it.

"To say, or not to say?" The interrogator asked again, and saw that the other party only clenched his fists, but he was still indifferent, he took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, "I want to change the trick next, how about the Russian turntable?" ”

As he spoke, the interrogator took out a revolver from his pocket, stuffed a bullet into the nest, and after a few turns, pointed the gun at Yevloyev's daughter.

The interrogator repeated the question he had just asked, "Say, the detailed information of Sadaev, Khattab, and Umarov, you are Sadaev's bodyguard, so you know his situation best, and now I want to know the scope of their activities in the mountains of Chechnya and Georgia, the number of armed men they have, and the financial backers behind them." You must know the condition of these people. ”

"This time you have one to five unequal chances to save your daughter, to say it or not to say it." The interrogator almost put the bullet to the girl's jaw, and even if the other party was just a child, he showed no mercy.

"One."

"Wait, if I say it, Sadaev won't let me go!" Yevloyev tried to stop the other party's crazy move, but his hands were tripped by chains.

Without waiting for Yevloyev's response, the interrogators pulled the trigger directly, but fortunately there were no bullets in the first magazine, only the sound of a firing pin falling with a click.

"Now we're not going to let you go, two."

Before Yevloyev's heart fell, the interrogators pulled the trigger again.

"I said, I said okay?" Yevloyev slumped in his chair with a near-collapse, "I said, I said, I told everything I knew, please don't hurt her." ”

"Then tell me everything you know. If we find out that you are half lying, you will only receive your daughter's body. The interrogator lowered his gun, and he crossed his legs to record what Yevloyev had said in great detail.

After the recording, the interrogator closed the notebook and asked the agents to drag the girl and her mother's bodies out, and he calmly said to Yevloyev, "Actually, the bullet just now is fake, Yevloyev, you will never see your daughter." She'll never be like you. (To be continued.) )