The silence lasted for a long time in the conference room.
Grainer Krupp now understood that the Rothschild family had been planning for this a long time ago. At that time, he just thought that pushing the European regimes to the right was only because of the feud between the Jews and the Middle East, but he didn't expect that all of this was the foreshadowing of today.
Grainer spoke slowly.
"In other words, Frankberg will become the state of Frankberg?"
"Yes." Rothschild smiled.
"What about France?"
"France."
"Haha, what about Poland?"
"Of course it's the state of Poland."
"Hahahaha!"
As if he heard a big joke, Grainer raised his head and laughed. He took two steps back and suddenly spat on the side of his shoes.
"Hitler should really kill you idiots! I've never prayed for him to climb out of his grave. "
After leaving these harsh words, Grainer grabbed his coat from the chair and walked to the door of the conference room without looking back.
He opened the door of the conference room, but he froze.
Blood slowly flowed from the door into the room, soaking the soles of his shoes and freezing his sight.
Outside the conference room, a white man's eyes widened in disbelief. There was a cut on his throat made by a dagger.
"Your bodyguard is strong, but that's it."
Johnson grinned, leaned against the door, and wiped the blood on the dagger with his hand.
"How is it possible …" Grainer squeezed these words from his throat and turned stiffly, but his eyes met the black muzzle.
Bang!
Flames flickered, gunshots rang, and Grainer fell to the ground.
The revolver in his hand was smoking, and Rothschild looked straight at the incredulous face with a smile on his face.
"For the glory of the Freemasonry, please die."
"Cough —" A mouthful of blood coughed out from Grainer's mouth. He stared at his former best friend with bloodshot pupils. "The Krupp family won't let you go … You won't succeed."
"Really?" Carmen squatted down and looked down at Grainer's face. "Unfortunately, as early as when you went to this building, your brother had already become the new chairman of the Krupp Group."
At this point, Carmen paused for two seconds, then added a sentence as if to emphasize.
"With the help of Rothschild Bank."
Glen's eyes widened, and his pupils were filled with anger. It was unknown whether it was because of the betrayal of his family or because of his hatred for the name of Rothschild.
Carmen gazed into his eyes and sighed suddenly as the muzzle of the gun moved gently along his chin.
"My friend, I gave you a chance. You didn't have to do this. If we had reached an agreement just now, today would have been a different ending … "
"I curse you!" Glenn interrupted Carmen. A large mouthful of blood gushed out from his mouth, dying his white teeth red. "I curse your family. You will all go to hell! He was tortured by Satan. "
Carmen nodded slightly.
"My friend, there's no need for you to say anything. We'll meet again in hell. It's just that you go down first."
Carmen gently placed the pistol on his chest and slowly closed his widened eyes. From the stiff finger, he removed the bloodstained ring.
"And, how can Satan punish us believers?"
Carmen put away the ring symbolizing the 33 degrees of membership. He laughed self-deprecatingly and stood up.
With his back to his former friend, he looked at Johnson at the door with a blank expression.
"Clean up here. Even if he is abandoned, he is the former head of the Krupp family and deserves the respect of allies."
"Yes."
Johnson nodded slightly and left after receiving the order.
…
In the eastern part of Ukraine, in the northwestern suburbs of Donetsk, the ruins here successfully turned into a front line full of trenches and bunkers. Fortunately, some time ago, Russian field engineers helped these civilian armed forces take care of their fortifications, so the battle did not become too tragic.
With the support of EMP weapons transported from the Russian-Ukrainian border, the civilian armed forces successfully pushed the front line to the east bank of the Dnieper River, but now they fell into a predicament.
Walking ten kilometers behind the front line, Natasha, wrapped in a heavy coat, saw the informant responsible for contacting her, Skanov, an officer of the Ukrainian government army. She handed him a document from Moscow and a box of wrinkled cigars.
Skanov grinned, and the wrinkles at the corner of his eyes cracked like cobwebs. He took out a cigar from the cigar box and lit it, then put the document into his arms.
"Say hello to your father for me. Tell him the old guy, Skanov, thanks him for the gift."
Natasha spat out a mouthful of white smoke, her eyes swept through the shadows between the ruins, and she said absent-mindedly, "I will."
For three years, even if she occasionally returned to Ukraine, she was only active in the relatively safe Crimea. This was the first time in three years that she was so close to the front line. The changes in the environment made her somewhat unable to recognize it, and the cold air made her feel unexpectedly unfamiliar.
Even she was surprised. She was used to the small island in the Western Pacific, and the man who was sometimes "wise" and sometimes "naive".
If it weren't for the upheaval a few days ago, she would now be on vacation on a private island.
Skanov grinned and joked.
"Thinking about a man?"
Natasha glanced at him coldly. "How is the situation on the front line?"
Using his thumb to extinguish the cigar, Skanov nonchalantly stuffed the half-smoked cigar back into his dirty pocket.
"Future Group once destroyed the Freemasonry's Arrow Military Company in Madagascar, and we once thought they destroyed it. But in fact, the Freemasonry just moved it from South Africa to North Africa. And now, it's in Europe, on the opposite side of us … or you. "
NATO promised not to send troops to Ukraine, so the mercenaries standing on the opposite side were not bound by laws and international conventions, and most of these mercenaries came from the 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 Ber tragedy, would become a source of troops in the hands of 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 turned solemn.
"You're so smart, you should have guessed it?" Skanov laughed. "The integration of the European Union, the new puppet came to power, and many things that were originally unbelievable became logical."
"I don't understand how the European Union can be unified." Natasha shook her head.
"Why is it impossible?" Skanov shook his head and said indifferently, "Although until a week ago, I also thought they were joking."
"Standing in front of the civilian armed forces is no longer the weak and incompetent Ukrainian government forces, but the well-trained, well-equipped, and well-tactical private armed forces. The 'Faraday spray' they purchased from the other side of the Atlantic Ocean in the name of anti-terrorism was used on a large scale on tank armor, which effectively countered the EMP weapons in our hands. Without this trump card, we can only hope for the brave and fearless citizens of Donetsk. "
Faraday spray was a tactical anti-EMP weapon developed by the Advanced Research Projects Agency of the UA Department of Defense. By spraying droplets of special content and diameter, it formed a simple "Faraday cage" within the range of the white mist, so that the electronic equipment wrapped in it was immune to EMP weapons. The technical content of this weapon was not high, but it was unexpectedly effective in restraining electromagnetic pulses. It was tested in actual combat during the Second MLL Island War.
"Is there no way to sanction them?" Natasha said with a frown.
Although Russia also secretly sent its own soldiers disguised as civilians to support the civilian armed forces in Ukraine, this practice was not something that could be seen in public. Most of these soldiers who participated in the war served as instructors and military advisers, and rarely participated in the battlefield.
After all, if Russians died in Ukraine, it would be difficult to explain.
Skanov shook his head.
"International law can't sanction them because they don't belong to any country in principle. They are only employed by the Ukrainian government."
Skanov paused for a moment and said thoughtfully.
"Unless … we let another mercenary force fight them."
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