Chapter 983 I Curse You!

The silence lasted for a long time in the conference room.しωχ520

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Greiner Krupp now understood that the Rothschild family had been planning for this a long time ago. At that time, he just thought that the push for the right-wing political power in various European countries was just due to the feud between Jews and Middle Eastern Christians. However, he did not expect that all this was the foreshadowing of today.

Greiner spoke slowly.

"In other words, Germany will become the German state?"

"That's right." Rothschild smiled.

"What about France?"

"Canton de France."

"Haha, where is Poland?"

"Of course it's Poland."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

As if he heard some big joke, Greiner threw his head back and laughed, took two steps back, and suddenly spit hard on the edge of his shoe.

"Hitler should kill all of you idiots! I've never prayed so hard for him to rise from the grave."

With these harsh words behind him, Greiner grabbed his coat from the chair, turned around and walked towards the door of the conference room without looking back.

He opened the door to the conference room, but froze in his tracks.

Blood slowly flowed into the house from outside the door, soaking the soles of his shoes and freezing his vision.

Outside the door of the conference room, I saw a big white man with eyes wide open in disbelief, and a gap in his throat that was torn open by a dagger.

"Your bodyguards are strong, but that's all."

Johnson grinned, leaned against the door, and wiped the blood on the dagger with his hand.

"How is it possible..." Greiner squeezed out these words from his throat, turned around stiffly, and his eyes met the black muzzle of the gun.

boom--!

The fire flickered, the gunshot rang out, and Greiner fell to the ground.

Smoke was coming from the muzzle of the revolver in my hand,

Rothschild looked directly at that disbelieving face with a smile.

"For the honor of Freemasonry, please die."

"Cough——" A mouthful of blood coughed out of Greiner's mouth. He stared at his former best friend with bloodshot pupils, "The Krupp family will not let you go... you will not succeed."

"Really?" Carmen knelt down and looked down at Greiner's face, "Unfortunately, when you went to this building, your brother had already become the new chairman of the Krupp Group. s position."

Having said this, Carmen paused for two seconds, and then added something emphatically.

"With the help of Rothschild Bank."

Greiner's eyes widened, and the anger in his pupils was unknown, whether it was because of the betrayal of his relatives or the hatred for Rothschild's name.

The muzzle of the gun gently touched his chin. Carmen stared into his eyes and sighed suddenly.

"My friend, I gave you a chance, and you didn't have to do this. If we had just reached an agreement, today would have been a different ending..."

"I curse you!" Greiner interrupted Carmen. A large mouthful of blood poured out of his mouth, staining his white teeth blood red. "I curse your family. You will go to hell! You will be tortured by Satan. .”

Carmen nodded slightly.

"My friend, you don't need to tell me, we will meet again in hell, but you will go down first."

Carmen gently placed the pistol on his chest, stretched out her hand and slowly closed her wide eyes, and took off the blood-stained ring from the stiff finger.

"And how can Satan punish us believers?"

Putting away the ring that symbolized the thirty-third degree membership, Carmen smiled to herself and stood up.

Turning his back to his former friend, he looked at Johnson at the door expressionlessly.

"Take care of this place. Even if he is abandoned, he is still the former head of the Krupp family and deserves the respect of his allies."

"yes."

Johnson nodded slightly, followed the order and left.

…

In eastern Ukraine, on the northwest outskirts of the city of Donetsk, the ruins of success here have turned into a front line filled with trenches and bunkers. Fortunately, some time ago, Russian field engineers helped these civilian armed forces take care of their fortifications in a decent manner, so that the battle situation would not become too tragic.

With the support of EMP weapons transported from the Russian-Ukrainian border, the civilian armed war once successfully advanced the front line to the east bank of the Dnieper River, but now it has suddenly taken a turn for the worse and fallen into an embarrassing situation.

Walking ten kilometers from the front line, Natasha, wrapped in a heavy coat, met her informant, the Ukrainian government army officer Skaniov, and handed him a document from Moscow. , and a box of crumpled cigars.

Scarnov grinned, the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes cracking like spider webs, took out a cigar from the cigar box, lit it, and put the document into his arms.

"Say hello to your father for me, and tell that old fellow Skarnov to thank him for the gift."

Natasha spit out the white mist, glanced across the shadows among the ruins, and said absently, "I will."

For three years, even if she occasionally returns to Ukraine, she has only been operating in the relative safety of Crimea. This is the first time in three years that she has been so close to the front line. The changes in the environment had made her somewhat unrecognizable, and the cold air made her feel unexpectedly strange.

Even she was surprised. She had become accustomed to that small island in the Western Pacific and that man who was sometimes "wise" and sometimes "childish".

If it weren't for the drastic change a few days ago, she would be on vacation on a private island right now.

Scarnoff grinned and joked.

"Thinking about men?"

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

Putting out the cigar with his thumb, Skarnov nonchalantly stuffed the half-smoked cigar back into his dirty pocket.

"The Future Man Group destroyed the Masonic Arrow Military Company in Madagascar, and we thought they destroyed it. But in fact, the Masons just moved it from South Africa back to North Africa. And now, it's here Europe, opposite us...or you."

NATO has promised not to send troops to Ukraine, so standing opposite them are 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 this refugee shelter, jointly funded by major European consortiums and built after the Munich massacre, would actually become a source of troops for European consortiums. In order to take their families out of the cruel and cold refugee camp, they performed extremely tenaciously on the battlefield.

Natasha's expression showed a hint of solemnity.

"You are so smart, you should have guessed it?" Skanov smiled, "The integration of the European Union and the new puppet coming to power have made many things that were previously unthinkable become logical."

"I don't understand how the EU can be unified." Natasha shook her head.

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

"What stands in front of the civilian armed forces is no longer the weak and incompetent Ukrainian government forces, but well-trained, well-equipped, and sophisticated private armed forces. The 'Faraday Spray' they purchased from across the Atlantic in the name of counter-terrorism was used by the The scale used in tank armor can effectively counter the EMP weapons in our hands. Without this trump card, we can only place our hope on those brave and fearless citizens of Donetsk."

Faraday spray is a tactical-level anti-EMP weapon developed under the leadership of the U.S. Department of Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency. It sprays droplets with special content and diameter to form a simple "Faraday cage" within the range of white mist, making the electrons wrapped in it The device is immune to damage from EMP weapons. The technical content of this weapon is not high, but it is surprisingly effective in restraining electromagnetic pulses. It was tested in actual combat during the Second Mindanao War.

"Is there no way to punish them?" Natasha said with a frown.

Although Russia also secretly sent its own soldiers disguised as civilians to support civilian armed forces in Ukraine, this approach was ultimately unacceptable. Most of these soldiers who participated in the war served as instructors and military advisors and rarely participated in frontal battlefields.

After all, if a Russian died in Ukraine, it would be difficult to explain.

Skalnov shook his head.

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

Having said this, Skanov paused for a moment and said thoughtfully.

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