I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 983: I curse you!

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The silence lasted for a long time in the meeting room.

As early as

Grenaa Krupp now understands that the Rothschild family has been planning for this long ago. At that time, he just thought that the promotion of right in European countries was only due to the feudal relationship between Jews and Middle Eastern believers, but he did not expect that all this was a foreshadowing for today.

Glena spoke slowly.

"That is, will Germany become Germany?"

"Yes," Rothschild smiled.

"What about France?"

"France."

"Haha, what about Poland?"

"Nature is Poland."

"Hahahaha!"

It seemed like he heard a big joke, and Greiner laughed with her head back, took two steps back, and suddenly spit at the side of the shoe.

"H. Teller should really kill all your idiots! I have never prayed that he climbed out of the grave like this."

Leaving this cruel remark, Greiner pulled her coat from the chair and turned around without a turn, walking towards the door of the meeting room.

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

Blood slowly flowed into the room from outside the door, soaking his soles and solidifying his vision.

Outside the door of the meeting room, a white man stared with incredible eyes, and a gap in his throat was ripped open by a dagger.

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

Johnson grinned and leaned against the door, wiping the blood from the dagger with his hand.

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

Bang—!

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

The revolver's muzzle was in smoke, and Rothschild looked straight at the incredulous face with a smile.

"For the glory of Freemasonry, please die."

“Cough—” A mouthful of blood coughed out from Greiner ’s mouth. He stared at the former best friend in front of him with bloodshot pupils, “The Krupp family will not let you ... Success. "

"Is it?" Carmen squatted down, looking down on Greiner's face, "Unfortunately, as soon as you went to this building, your brother-in-law was already on the Krupp Group's The position of the new chairman. "

Speaking of which, Carmen paused for two seconds, then emphasized and added a sentence.

"With the help of Rothschild Bank."

Glena ’s eyes widened, and the anger in his pupils was due to the betrayal of his loved ones or the hatred of Rothschild ’s name.

The gun muzzled gently on his chin, Carmen stared at his eyes, and suddenly sighed.

"My friend, I gave you the opportunity, you do n’t have to be like this. If we just agreed, today will be another ending ..."

"I curse you!" Greiner interrupted Carmen, and a big mouth of blood poured from his mouth, staining his white teeth with blood red, "I curse your family, you will go to hell! Tortured by Satan. "

Carmen nodded slightly.

"My friend, we will meet again in **** without you saying, but you go down first."

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

"And, how can Satan punish us believers?"

Folding away the ring that symbolizes the 33-degree membership, Carmen smiled and laughed, standing up.

Turning his back to his former friend, he stared blankly at Johnson at the door.

"Clean it up. Even if it is abandoned, he is also the former head of the Krupp family and deserves the respect of his allies."

"Yes."

Johnson nodded slightly and led away.

......

Eastern Ukraine, the northwestern suburb of Donetsk, where the ruins of success have become the front lines filled with trenches and bunkers. Fortunately, some time ago, Russian field engineers helped these civilian armed forces to take care of their fortifications, so as not to make the battle situation too tragic.

With the support of EMP weapons transported from the Russian-Ukrainian border, the civilian armed battle successfully pushed the front line to the east bank of the Dnieper River, but now it has fallen into a predicament.

Walking behind ten kilometers from the front line, Natasha, who was wearing a heavy coat, saw the informant responsible for connecting with her, Ukrainian government officer Skanov, and handed him a document from Moscow And a crumpled cigar.

Skanov grinned, the crow's feet in the corners of his eyes cracked like a cobweb, and he pulled a cigar out of the cigar box and put it in his arms.

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

Natasha spit out white mist, her eyes swept through the shadows between the ruins, and she said absently, "I will."

For three years, even if she occasionally returned to Ukraine, she was only active in the relatively safe Crimea, which was the first time in three years she was so close to the front. The environmental change has made her a little unrecognizable, and the cold air has made her feel strangely strange.

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

If it were n’t for the upheaval a few days ago, she should now be on a private island.

Skanov grinned and quipped.

"Missing a man?"

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

Put the cigar out with your thumb, and Skanov casually put the cigar halfway back into the dirty pocket.

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

NATO has promised not to send troops to Ukraine, so it is mercenaries who are not bound by laws and international conventions that stand opposite them. Most of these mercenaries come from refugee shelters on the borders of Sweden, Norway and Finland.

No one expected that this refugee shelter, which was jointly funded by major European consortiums and built after the Munich massacre, has actually become a source of troops in the hands of European consortia. In order to take their families out of the cruel and cold refugee camps, they performed exceptionally tenaciously on the battlefield.

Natasha looks dignified.

"You are so smart, you should have guessed it?" Skanov laughed. "EU integration, new puppets came to power, so many things that were originally unthinkable have become logical."

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

"What is impossible?" Skanov shook his head and said indifferently, "Although until a week ago, I thought they were kidding."

“It is no longer the weak and incompetent Ukrainian government army that stands in front of the civilian armed forces, but the well-trained, well-equipped and well-tacticed private armed forces. They bought the“ Faraday spray ”from across the Atlantic in the name of anti-terrorism It has been widely used in tank armor, which effectively countered the EMP weapon in our hands. Without this hole card, we can only hope for the heroic and fearless citizens of Donetsk. "

Faraday spray is a tactical anti-EMP weapon developed by the United States Department of Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency. By spraying droplets with special content and diameter, a simple "Faraday cage" is formed within the range of white fog, which makes the package The electronic equipment is protected from EMP weapons. The technical content of this weapon is not high, but it was unexpectedly effective in suppressing electromagnetic pulses, and it was actually tested in the second Mindanao war.

"Is there no way to sanction them?" Natasha said frowningly.

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

After all, if a Russian dies in Ukraine, it ’s hard to explain.

Skanov shook his head.

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

Speaking of this, Skanov paused for a moment and said thoughtfully.

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