The bitter winter seems to be ready to pass, but the dark clouds that hover over Kyiv have not yet dispersed. After the surrender www.biquge.info of the Ukrainian government, the fighting continued. There was a protracted encirclement between the anti-Soviet forces and the Red Army, supported by the West behind the scenes. , from a full-scale war to an armed raid. The anti-Soviet armed forces were like a sudden flame, which was then extinguished again and again, until at last it could no longer stir up any waves.

Then CIA-hired armed men secretly infiltrated Kyiv, intending to assassinate the head of the core bloc, Belarusian Defense Minister Makarov, at a recent meeting, who was ready to personally lead the flames of resistance that broke out across Ukraine, turning Ukraine into the first front line of resistance to the invasion.

Thorpe hides at the top of the bell tower, whose broken spire reveals a solemn view of the cathedral, surrounded by peeling brick walls. The bell had already fallen in the river in front of him during the bombardment of the invasion of Kyiv, and half of the Kirov bomber fell in front of the bell tower, and the sharp shark fangs were pointing in his direction.

It seems that it was the previous bomber that destroyed everything here.

The sniper rifle was loaded, leaving Makarov with the last bullet to end the crime.

"There's a bell tower in Hereford with the names of the martyrs inscribed on it, and no matter how much we try to keep them alive, their faces will eventually fade from our memory. Those memories are what motivates us to fight, but those bastards take them away. ”

Thorpe muttered to himself, his expression silent in the memory of grief.

"What's wrong?" Brian Brown listened to Thorpe's sentimental speech, and turned his head to glance at the other party, only to see the man at Mogansi's head slowly squinting his eyes, like a beast that wanted revenge after being wounded, staring in the direction of the cathedral.

"He died, both Price and McMillan died in Moscow. They were killed by the Romanovs, and we want to take revenge on this country. Makarov was the first, but definitely not the last. Watering freedom with the blood of tyrants, our battle will not end. ”

The sound of the rifle being loaded sounded particularly harsh in the silence. Having finally infiltrated Kyiv through the Polish border, this assassination could only succeed, not fail.

He wants to make the careerists who provoked the war pay for their debts with blood.

Thorpe took a deep breath and tried to keep his eyes down. Several military jeeps had already appeared in the field of vision, with the BMP infantry fighting vehicle in the front to clear the way, and the closely followed by the terrifying killing machine they had seen, the Apocalypse Tank. During the journey into Kyiv, I saw their horrors more than once. God knows what terrible shadow it will leave after almost a single shell that ends the tanks of the Ukrainian army and runs them over them unceremoniously.

Makarov was so cautious that it was impossible to tell which car he was hiding in from the outside.

Thorpe turned his head to look at Brian, his tone was obviously impatient, which was not the same as the previous information, and he couldn't help but ask angrily, "What car is he in?" I couldn't tell from the scope. ”

Brian stared at the convoy and slowly explained, "Out of vigilance, Makarov will constantly change cars, and he can't know if he doesn't get out of the car." We had to wait until the convoy stopped to know which car he was in. ”

Soap watched the movement in the cross and said, "It seems that you know him well." ”

At this time, Brian was unexpectedly silent, and did not speak again, but quietly stared at the convoy that stopped at the door of the cathedral, and did not move for a moment. As if waiting for something, even the tank behind it slowly stopped moving.

Thorpe said with annoyance, "Nothing, it looks like Makarov's funeral is going to be late." ”

Brian took over the topic, motioned for the other party to calm down first, and said in a low voice, "Don't act rashly, you can him as many times as you want after you succeed." ”

Thorpe raised his middle finger.

"These bastards, I just need a bullet through its head."

It is not clear from the outside what is going on in the jeep, but Makarov is not in the jeep at this time, but is standing in the conference room of the cathedral, looking through the gap in the velvet curtains to see the bell tower at the other end of the church. The assassination game is over, and he has received intelligence from Moscow three days ago, warning him that a group of agents are preparing to assassinate in Kyiv, but he did not expect that among that agent, there is actually the face of his old friend.

It's time to put an end to everything.

Thorpe's walkie-talkie sizzled.

Makarov took the walkie-talkie, his tone was regretful, and said slowly, "Brian, my old friend, you shouldn't be here, even if you no longer agree with my ideals and think that this is destroying our world, but without the destruction of the old era, our civilization will never develop to a higher level, and only after destroying everything will we welcome a new life in the ruins." If I say this, you may not agree with me, as in the case of the catastrophe in Chernobyl. The future of Russia, our future is not based on a narrow nationalism, it should be the proletariat of the whole world to stand up, break the yoke of the capitalists, and completely eradicate everything of the old era. ”

This path is my own choice. Thorpe, you, like Price, Hell will open its doors for you, welcome to Hell...... Goodbye, my friend......"

As soon as he finished speaking, he pressed the button in his hand.

Thorpe and Brian, who were hiding at the top of the bell tower, had not yet figured out what was going on, when suddenly Thorpe heard the countdown sound of the bomb exploding, and after realizing that he had fallen into a trap, he hurriedly pushed Brian off the top of the bell tower.

A dazzling flash of fire appeared at the top of the bell tower, and the shock wave from the explosion completely splashed the loose masonry out, and with Thorpe and Brian jumped from the top of the bell tower and fell on the tripod that had not yet been disassembled, the tripod that could not withstand the impact collapsed suddenly, and the two stumbled and fell to the ground.

After a loud bang, the two of them fell heavily to the ground, and Brian only felt a blur of vision, as if someone was rushing towards him, and then his consciousness gradually blurred and fell into darkness.

He heard only the last words on the walkie-talkie, and Makarov spoke in a deep voice about great ideals.

"You cannot prevent the birth of a new world."

Brian Brown: The voice of Call of Duty 8 Yuri, whose name was used to distinguish it from the original Yuri Marin.