After several clashes, Russia's military had come to recognize one fact: they truly seemed to have no way of dealing with Andrei and Ivan.
"Andrei, Mr. Ivan, perhaps we can talk now!" A voice came through a loudspeaker from behind a convoy of armored vehicles.
Then, a middle-aged man in a suit stepped out from the rear with a gentle yet solemn expression and walked into the center of the military encirclement.
Andrei and Ivan stood still like two black shadows.
Their surroundings were covered in blast marks and bullet holes, but to the two of them, it perhaps felt less threatening than being caught in the rain.
With modern firearms, as long as they remained in this state, they might not be able to counterattack, but their opponents could not harm them in the slightest either.
"General Igor, you deployed nearly a regiment just to capture us, only to bring things back to square one. Does that mean you have no way to deal with us anymore?" Ivan asked coldly.
When they had first come out, they had spoken with the other side amicably.
But at the time, the military seemed not to have realized how much they had changed. They still used the same methods they used on ordinary people against them. Especially those in high positions, who had long been accustomed to giving orders.
No matter how formidable a soldier might be, with just one word from them, he had to do whatever they told him to do.
Obeying orders came first.
So, when they discussed matters with Andrei and Ivan, they instinctively assumed a superior position and directly issued orders, demanding that the two fully cooperate with the military.
They placed an extremely strict schedule before them.
It covered their meals and daily routine, and stated