He hung up the phone with Johnson.
Carmen leaned back in his chair, pinched his eyebrows with two fingers, and looked out the window.
Just now, Johnson, who returned to Berlin, "convinced" the president of the Senate that the bill to change the military service system would be drafted by the afternoon after the day after tomorrow. Then it would be a vote. If there were no accidents, there shouldn't be much resistance to the bill's passage.
As for Peter …
Carmen admitted that the idiot's death at this critical juncture was a heavy blow to his strategic deployment in Europe.
But if he could survive until next month, there should be room for improvement.
Opening the drawer, Carmen took out a box of pills, shook two pills in his hand, and stuffed them into his mouth. His tired nerves gradually relaxed.
In the eyes of outsiders, the Jewish Consortium was extremely glorious. They made a fortune during the financial crisis and even made the American people pay to clean up their mess and fill in the hole. During the election, they donated money to both sides, manipulated politics, protected Israel, robbed the Third World, and toyed with the world. They did whatever they wanted … But in fact, the situation of the Jewish Consortium was already very bad.
Especially now.
The situation Carmen faced was unprecedentedly bad.
Since the war with Future Group, they didn't seem to have a day of peace. They could get rid of that man several times, but the opportunity always slipped out of their hands. Last time, Future Group and the WASP consortium teamed up and almost took out Wall Street's "second in command" Goldman Sachs.
But he didn't regret choosing to be the enemy of Future Group.
In order to protect the cake in their hands, the established forces were bound to have conflicts with the emerging forces. Either they were replaced, or they were swallowed into their stomach and digested into their own. From the day Future Mining was established, he had already foreseen the day when the two sides would meet.
80% of the world's ore trade was controlled by them, and 50% of the oil trade was directly or indirectly related to their industry. However, since a series of "troubles" such as the space elevator, asteroid mining, and oil crops appeared, the wealth in their hands shrank at an exponential rate.
He believed that if Jiang Chen chose the financial market and arms trade as the entry point, the UA consortiums wouldn't be more reserved than him.
After hesitating for a moment, he picked up the phone and dialed another number.
"Hello?"
"It's me."
There was a cheerful laugh on the other side.
"Mr. Rothschild, how have you been recently?"
Ignoring the mockery in the other party's words, Carmen took a deep breath and said in a low voice.
"Put away your harsh American humor, Daniel Morgan. I'm here to discuss serious matters with you."
"Oh? What business? Are you planning to merge the United States and Mexico? "Daniel Morgan pretended to be surprised.
"Aren't you going to team up?"
"Join forces?" As if he heard a funny joke, Daniel laughed out loud. "Buddy, are you stupid? We were fighting for the Goldman Sachs acquisition half a year ago, and now you want to work with me?"
"There are no eternal enemies and no eternal allies," Carmen said coldly. "Do you really think you're Future Group's best friend? Then why did you stand aside and watch them stir up trouble in Europe? Why didn't you come over and kick us? "
"It's not gentlemanly to bully a pitiful person."
"Don't talk nonsense, you don't want to see them rise at all. Even if you're in the same trench now, you've never treated him as one of your own. Do you want me to make it clear before you stop wasting your time pretending to be stupid? "Carmen went straight to the point.
"Hehe." Daniel Morgan laughed, switched the phone to his other hand, and knocked his leg on the desk. "Do we want to see you make a comeback? Dear Mr. Rothschild, is your brain affected by the Golden Apple? If you were in my position, would you lend a helping hand? "
Although Morgan had been watching from the sidelines, he didn't close his eyes. He knew very well what the recently hyped 7th Institute was researching, but just like Jiang Chen, he also didn't take it to heart.
Only people with mental problems would gamble everything for an illusory possibility. At least in his opinion, Carmen's brain was already broken. Of course, the reason why he had this idea was mainly because he didn't know that the Rothschild family had established contact with the Remnants in the Void in history and gained a lot of benefits from it …
If he knew this secret, perhaps he would also be interested in the magical "apple".
"You'll regret the choice you made today," Carmen said gloomily.
"On the contrary, I'm certain that one day in the future, I'll be thankful for the choice I made today."
The phone was hung up.
Carmen, who was burning with anger, threw the phone with the busy signal and slammed it against the bookcase on the side of the room. He gritted his teeth and spat out the sentence.
"A bunch of idiots …"
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
Carmen took a deep breath, suppressed the anxiety in his heart, and said slowly.
"Come in."
The door opened, and his assistant walked in, trembling.
"What is it?" Carmen raised his eyelids and tried to make his voice sound as calm as possible.
"Bavaria …" The assistant's eyes darted left and right in fear as he finally couldn't muster up the courage.
Carmen looked at the assistant who was trembling and became impatient.
"What's wrong with Bavaria? Tell me everything."
He would be stabbed if he stretched his head out, but he would also be stabbed if he retracted his head.
The secretary, who knew he couldn't avoid it, gritted his teeth, and truthfully reported the bad news from Frankberg.
The 10th Armored Division defected, Arrow's stronghold in Bavaria was destroyed, and they were retreating in the direction of Berlin …
In short, the situation in Frankberg was out of control, and the Rothschild family was losing the entire country.
To the secretary's surprise, after listening to the report, the boss's mood was surprisingly calm.
"Go out, let me be alone."
The secretary breathed a sigh of relief, bowed, and quickly left the room.
When the door closed, Carmen's face suddenly flushed with a sickly flush, and then he coughed out a trace of blood on his hand.
He hated it!
He was so close!
He was so close to unifying Europe and completing the great feat that Napoleon and Hitler failed to accomplish!
With his bloodshot eyes, he stared at the Golden Apple on the corner of the table. His blood-stained hand grabbed the apple and held it tightly in his palm.
Until it was completely lost in 1942, the direct bloodline of the Rothschild family could communicate with the sages who claimed to be the Remnants of the Void, and from their mouths, they could obtain extraordinary knowledge and wisdom that transcended the era …
However, after more than half a century, the Golden Apple returned to his hands, but he didn't hear the voice from his brain as recorded in the genealogy.
He didn't understand why he wasn't the one chosen!
Perhaps the "prayers" over the past few days were answered. At this moment, a devil-like voice suddenly sounded in the depths of his mind.
"You … need … help?"
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