Ulya Ulyanochka has been feeling a little restless for the past two days.
I don't know why, standing inside the gate of Northern Power Club, Uriah didn't feel safe at all even if he was hiding behind the curtains.
Everything looked normal outside, but Uriah felt that everything was abnormal, including the bald pedestrian in front of the door who passed by every day. Why did he look at the club twice more today, and the guy on the second floor across the street?
There was always a window with curtains. Uriah had felt that there was someone behind it before, and the feeling became clearer in the past two days, as if there were a bunch of Lanfang's commandos squatting behind the window, and they might break through the door and rush in at any time.
Damn it, if this continues, I think I will go crazy. Uriah shook his head and came to the wine cabinet to drink some wine to calm down his shock.
Sir, the meeting of the parliament has ended, at least there will be no problems today. Mihajlovic, the club's security director, came to report.
God bless, there is finally good news. Urya took a bottle of vodka from the wine cabinet and motioned to Mikhailovich: Have a drink
Why not? Mikhailovich did not refuse Urya's offer.
Thank you very much Mikhailovich for taking the glass and raising a glass with Uriya: for Russia
For the sake of Russia Uriah echoed, raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp.
Russians are still very generous in drinking. This is related to their traditional habits. If you are looking for the reason, it is that both Urya and Mikhailovich have been under too much pressure these days.
There is no way, facing the behemoth of Lanfang, even the original Russia has to brace itself, not to mention the Russian Bolsheviks now living in St. Petersburg.
Thinking of the Bolsheviks, Mikhailovich took the initiative to pick up the bottle and fill it up for Uriya.
The economy in St. Petersburg is not good. Not to mention vodka, black bread is not available. If Mikhailovich and Urya were in St. Petersburg, then it would be a dream for them to drink vodka. Thinking of this, Mikhailovich couldn't help but want to
He conspired to get drunk with Uriah.
Why do we still want to provoke the Lanfang people in such a difficult situation? Those people are not easy to mess with, especially their king, who is a madman, but he is also the God of War. How should we deal with him? Mihai
Rovich was very worried.
This is not because Mihajlovic has the ambition of others and destroys his own prestige. In fact, although Qin Zhiyuan has moved away from Europe, the legend of Qin Zhiyuan is still circulating in Europe. No one can ignore the existence of Qin Zhiyuan. If someone or someone is now
If any force dares to ignore Qin Zhiyuan, then that person or force will surely have a tragic end.
Why do we have to make our voices heard because of the current difficulties? Lanfang has a good relationship with the French, but there are constant disagreements with the British. If we can show our value in front of the British, then we may win the peace.
With the same status as the Germans, maybe only then can we see the whole thing turn around. Uriah rarely opened his mouth to explain.
Just some time ago, the Germans just signed a package contract with the British. The British will provide loans to the Germans to help Germany gradually restore its economy and stabilize society.
Of course, if the British do this, they will arouse strong opposition from the French. However, the British support the Germans precisely to curb the French dominance on the European continent. This in itself is a constraint on France, so the British will definitely not because
A protest from the French changed his mind.
It was precisely because the Russians saw that the British began to support the Germans that they turned to Lanfang.
The Russians' calculations are also good. If the British realize the value of the Russians, then the British may give the Russians a hand.
No, no, no, there is no need to pull. As long as the British stop supporting Denikin, the Russian Bolsheviks will be sure to defeat Denikin, take back the grain-producing areas and mines in southern Russia, and then gradually restore the economy. As long as Russia is given time
, Lenin was confident of leading Russia to rise again.
Ha, I really don’t know who made this plan. If we really kill that Eastern overlord from the Far East, then I think what we will face next is not assistance from the British, but overwhelming aircraft and
Tank, the person who made this plan should go to hell. Mikhailovich has been in Europe longer and understands the strength represented by the words Qin Zhiyuan.
It would be great if we could really kill that guy. He has brought too much pain to us in Russia. Even if he is cut into pieces, he cannot touch the hatred in our hearts. Uriah's hatred for Qin Zhiyuan is as deep as the Pacific Ocean.
deep.
If you think about it carefully, Qin Zhiyuan has indeed brought a lot of scars to Russia. Let’s not talk about the vast northern Xinjiang region. After all, it is Siberia with thousands of miles of bare land. Ordinary Russians do not suffer the pain, but those who were demolished into adobe houses
Basil's Assumption Cathedral and the Russian State Museum are ironclad evidence of the Foreign Legion's plunder of Moscow.
Even Qin Zhiyuan himself cannot avoid this.
Qin Zhiyuan has no intention of avoiding it. Currently, three huge museums are under construction on Penglai Island, namely the Royal Museum, Lanfang National Museum, and the most peculiar Guangrong Museum.
As you can tell from the names, the Royal Museum is Qin Zhiyuan's private collection, the Lanfang National Museum is the national collection, and the last Glorious Museum is the trophies obtained by the foreign legion during the war.
The Glory Museum also has the richest collection among the three museums, including the European Museum, the Russian Museum, the East Asian Museum, and the West Asian Museum, etc.
Strictly speaking, the Foreign Legion has not set foot on the battlefield in West Asia yet, but in Europe, antiques and cultural relics from West Asia countries have long been overflowing. When Qin Zhiyuan purchased antiques in Paris, he just collected them in passing.
There are thousands of pieces, many of which are treasures, which can easily support a West Asian museum.
Lanfang's construction of these museums may, in the eyes of some defenders, mean to show off aggression and force, but in Qin Zhiyuan's view, if a country wants to rise, a prosperous culture alone is not enough to support the soul of a great nation.
, we must have strong enough force to achieve long-term peace and stability.
In fact, countries all over the world do this, but some can persist, while others are swallowed up by the long river of history. This is also a natural law of development.
While Urya and Mihajlovitch were chatting, there was a sharp sound of car brakes at the door.
What's wrong? Uriah is already a little drunk and hazy.
No, don't go there. Mikhailovich was better and knew how to pull out his pistol and load it, then put it back on his waist and opened the door.
Everyone, what's going on? Mikhailovich only opened the door halfway, holding the handle of the gun behind his back with his other hand, ready to pull it out at any time.
You are in trouble. Please gather all of you. We have something to announce. This is a search warrant. What came out of the car were heavily armed police officers. The leader held a search warrant and handed it to Mikhailovich through the door.
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Mihajlovic did not rush to answer. He first looked up at the policeman who was still jumping out of the car, and his heart sank to the bottom.
These policemen are different from ordinary policemen. They all wear steel helmets on their heads, masks with skulls on their faces, and black bulletproof vests with steel plates on their bodies. The weapons in their hands include close-range and powerful shotguns.
, there are thick door-breaking hammers, and short and powerful weird firearms. Although they don't look big, you can feel their powerful power through their ferocious appearance.
Although he didn't know what he would face next, heavy cold sweat was already flowing down his forehead.
Hey, I heard that the policeman at the door was a little impatient.
Okay, please wait a moment, I have to make an announcement. Mihajlovitch wants to delay.
Okay, you'd better hurry up, our patience is limited. The policeman outside the door didn't sound very good.
Mikhailovich no longer cared about it, took the search warrant, closed the door, and turned to find Urya.
Just as he turned around, Mihajlovic suddenly felt that the hair on the back of his head had stood up. Almost instantly, Mihajlovic rolled over and rolled towards the pillar next to him.
Bang
There was a huge sound, and then the whole door fell inward. This was the result of the door-breaking hammer.
Gululu
After the door was broken open, what came in was not people, but four or five offensive grenades. Mihajlovic only had time to shout for cover, and then his whole body was thrown to the wall by the strong shock wave, and he passed out.
Fortunately, it was just an offensive grenade. If it were a defensive grenade, Mikhailovich would have turned into briquettes by now.
In the dark, Mikhailovich heard the noisy footsteps rushing in, followed by the destructive sound of a shotgun, and a strange tinkling knocking sound, mixed with explosions.
and wailing sounds, really strange.
I don't know how long it took, but Mikhailovich was finally woken up by a basin of cold water.
Mihajlovic opened his eyes and found himself in the basement of the Northern Power Club.
Who are you? Mikhailovich wanted to be clear.
It was impossible to survive. Mihajlovic just looked around briefly and saw four or five corpses. Of course, they were all Mihajlovic's colleagues. This also made Mihajlovic understand that the group of people in front of him would definitely not
I will let everyone here go.
It doesn't matter who we are, what matters is you. Did you see those people? Their answers didn't satisfy me, and I'm not in the mood to talk nonsense with them, so I'm sorry, but now it's your turn.
Gary Buel wiped his palms with a clean white square towel. After wiping it clean, he carefully folded the square towel with satisfaction and put it into his pocket.
Now, let me introduce myself. My name is Gary Buell, the head of the Corsican branch of the Lanfang National Security Agency. You almost killed my employer four days ago. I think you will not forget it. Gary Buell
My voice was not loud, but it was very close to Mikhailovich's face, and I almost said these words right next to Mikhailovich's face.
For some reason, Mihajlovic suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart, because Mihajlovic saw madness and cruelty in Garibuel's eyes.
