Silence lasted for a long time in the conference room.

already

Glena Krupp now understands that the Rothschild family has been in the process for a long time. At that time, he only thought that promoting the right-wing of European governments was only because of the feudal relationship between Jews and Middle Easterners, but did not expect that all of this was the foreshadowing of today.

Glenea slowly opened.

“That is, Germany will become the German state?”

"Yes." Rothschild smiled.

"What about France?"

"France."

"Haha, Poland?"

"Nature is the Polish state."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Like hearing a big joke, Glena laughed up and took two steps back, suddenly slamming her mouth to the shoe.

"Hitler should have killed your idiots! I have never prayed that he would climb out of the grave."

Leaving this swearing, Glenner pulled her coat from her chair and turned around and walked to the door of the conference room.

He opened the door to the conference room, but he froze.

The blood slowly flowed into the house from the outside of the door, infiltrating his sole and solidifying his sight.

I saw the outside of the conference room, a white man with incredible eyes and a gap opened by the dagger.

"Your bodyguard is strong, but that's it."

Johnson said with a grin, leaning against the door and rubbing the blood on the dagger with his hand.

"How could it be..." Glena squeezed the words out of her throat and turned stiffly, but her eyes were on the black hole.

boom!

The fire flashed, the gunshots sounded, and Grein fell to the ground.

In the middle of the hand, the left-handed muzzle braved the smoke, and Rothschild looked straight at the incredible face with a smile.

"For the glory of the Masonic, please die."

"Cough" a blood coughed out of Glenea's mouth. He used a **** pupil to stare at the former friend. "The Krupp family will not let you go... you won't succeed."

"Is it?" Carmen squatted down and looked down at Gleneagle's face. "Unfortunately, as soon as you went to this building, your younger brother had already taken the new chairman of the Krupp Group. s position."

Having said that, Carmen paused for two seconds, and then stressed that he seemed to add a sentence.

"With the help of Rothschild Bank."

Glenea's eyes widened, and the anger in the pupil was not because of the betrayal of her loved ones, but also the hatred of the name of Rothschild.

The muzzle was gently stroked on his chin, and Carmen stared into his eyes and suddenly sighed.

"My friend, I have given you a chance, you don't have to. If we have just reached an agreement, today will be another ending..."

"I curs you!" Gleneaer interrupted Carmen, and the blood of the mouth rushed out of his mouth, dyeing his white teeth into blood red. "I curse your family, you will go to hell! Tortured by Satan." ""

Carmen slightly decapitated.

"My friend, you don't have to meet in hell, but you go ahead."

Carmen put the pistol gently on his chest, reached out and slowly closed the round eyes, and removed the blood-stained ring from the stiff finger.

"And, how can Satan punish these believers?"

Collapsed the ring symbolizing the thirty-three degree membership, Carmen laughed and laughed and stood up.

Back to the former friend, he looked at the door to the strong Sen.

"Put it here, even if it is abandoned, he is the former owner of the Krupp family and deserves the respect of allies."

"Yes."

Johnson was slightly decapitated and took his life.

......

In eastern Ukraine, in the northwestern suburb of Donetsk, the successful ruins have become the front line of war and bunkers. Fortunately, some of the Russian field engineers had helped the civil armed forces to take care of their fortifications in the past, so that the situation would not be too fierce.

With the support of the emp weapons from the Russian-Uzbek border, the civil armed warfare once successfully pushed the front line to the east bank of the Dnieper River, but now it has fallen into an embarrassing situation.

Walking behind the front line ten kilometers away, Natasha, wrapped in a heavy coat, saw the Ukrainian government officer Skanov, who was in charge of her joints, handing a document from Moscow to his hand, and A box of crumpled cigars.

Skanov grinned, and the crow's feet in the corner of his eyes cracked like a spider web. He took a cigar from the cigar box and took the file into his arms.

"Say hello to your father for me, and say that the old guy of Skanov thanked him for his gift."

Natasha spit out the white mist, her eyes swept from the shadows between the ruins, and some absent-mindedly said, "I will."

For three years, even if she returned to Ukraine occasionally, she was only in a relatively safe Crimea event, which was the first time in three years that she was so close to the front line. The environmental changes have made her somewhat unrecognizable, and the cold air made her feel strange.

Even she was surprised that she was used to the small island of the Western Pacific, and the man who was sometimes "smart" and sometimes "naive".

If it weren't for the drastic changes a few days ago, she should now be on a private island.

Skanov grinned and teased.

"Thinking about men?"

Natasha glanced at him coldly. "How is the battle on the front line?"

Pressing the cigar with his thumb, Skanov slammed the cigar that was halfway through the dirty pocket.

“The Future Group has destroyed the Masonic Arrow Company in Madagascar. We once thought they destroyed it. But in fact, the Masonic only moved it from South Africa to North Africa. Now, it’s Europe, we are... or you are opposite."

NATO promised not to send troops to Ukraine, so they are opposite to mercenaries who are not bound by laws and international conventions, and most of these mercenaries come from refugee shelters on the borders of Sweden, Norway and Finland.

No one expected that the refugee shelter, which was jointly funded by major European consortia and built after the Munich massacre, became the source of the European consortium. In order to get rid of the cruel and cold refugee camp with their families, they were extremely tenacious on the battlefield.

Natasha’s expression showed a dignity.

"You are so smart, you should have guessed it?" said Skanov. "The integration of the EU, the new shackles, and the many unimaginable things have become a matter of course."

"I don't think how the EU might unify." Natasha shook her head.

"What's impossible?" Skanov shook his head and said indifferently. "Although I thought they were joking until a week ago."

"Standing in front of the civilian armed forces is no longer a weak and incompetent Ukrainian government army, but a well-trained, well-equipped and well-tactical private arm. They bought the 'Faraday spray' from the other side of the Atlantic in the name of counter-terrorism. The scale is applied to the tank armor, which effectively counters the emp weapon in our hands. Losing this card, we can only hope for those heroic and fearless Donetsk citizens."

Faraday Spray is a tactical-grade anti-emp weapon developed by the Advanced Research Projects Agency of the US Department of Defense. By spraying droplets of specific content and diameter, it forms a simple "Faraday cage" within the white mist envelope, so that the electrons wrapped in it The device is protected from emp weapons. The technical content of this weapon is not high, but it was unexpectedly effective when restraining electromagnetic pulses. It was tested in the second Mindanao War.

"There is no way to sanction them?" Natasha said with a frown.

Although Russia also secretly sent its own soldiers to civilians and went to Ukraine to support civilian armed forces, this practice is ultimately not allowed. Most of the soldiers who participated in the war were instructors and military advisers, and rarely participated in the frontal battlefield.

After all, if a Russian is dead in Ukraine, it is not easy to explain.

Skanov shook his head.

"International law cannot sanction them because they do not belong to any country in principle, but are employed by the Ukrainian government."

Having said that, Skanov paused for a moment, thoughtfully.

"Unless... let another mercenary go to fight with them." (To be continued.)

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