"On the evening of October 31, a large-scale terrorist attack occurred at the Munich Opera House in Germany, and so far, 121 people, including the German president, have been confirmed to have been killed in the attack, and 31 people, including the Austrian president, have been seriously injured. Two hours after the attack, an explosion occurred in the library of the University of Munich two blocks away, and no bodies were found at the scene, making it impossible to confirm the connection between the two attacks......"

German police found the bodies of six gunmen at the scene of the crime, four of whom were Syrian nationals and two men from Somalia and Libya. The police confirmed that all six were registered as refugees in a refugee camp on the outskirts of Bavaria. No individual or organization has been claimed responsible for the attack, and the police have temporarily closed the refugee camps in Bavaria for security reasons. ”

"Embassies of many countries lowered their flags at half-mast in mourning. ”

"The National Office of Counterterrorism Casper resigned. ”

"Early this morning, Creet Petri, leader of Germany's emerging anti-refugee far-right AfD, spoke in the Bundestag and harshly condemned German Chancellor Angela Merkel for being too soft on the refugee issue, and it was those refugees who brought terrorism. Crete's speech was denounced by many lawmakers as extreme and irrational, but it won applause from the audience. ”

Analysts commented that this incident may bring the AfD's support to a new high. Some time ago, the CDU (CDU), led by Merkel, has lost its dominance of the constituencies of Württemberg and Palatinate, and after this incident. Bavaria and neighbouring constituencies will fall to the AfD......"

The scene changed from inside the parliament to outside the court. The reporter handed the microphone to a Germanic man with a German tricolor painted on his face. Before the reporter could ask a question, the man was foaming at the mouth and roaring.

"Close all the camps! I've had enough! Ask Merkel for me." Do you have to wait for the garbage to greet the women of your family before you can use your brain to think about what the German people are thinking? God, it should not be poor Sim who died at the opera house, it should be you! It was you Merck—"

Raised his hand and turned off the TV.

Jiang Chen leaned back on the sofa, his fingers gently tapping the beat on the armrest of the sofa.

A day had passed since he crossed the German-Austrian border, and he was sitting in the lounge of the new embassy in Austria in Vienna.

Because it's a small country. Due to factors such as influence and budget, the embassy set up by the new country is not as grand as that of China and the United States, but it has bought a two-storey office with a total of 500 square meters on Metternich Street, near the city center. Converted into an embassy residence.

By the way, turn left on the door and you will see the Argentine Embassy.

After crossing the German-Austrian border and separating from Evelyn, Jiang Chen walked to the nearest town. Then I dialed the embassy's phone number.

After receiving his call. Ambassador Bram immediately arranged for two cars to drive to the border town, took him back to the embassy office in Vienna, and arranged a room for him and Aisha to rest. And the four Transwarp trade bodyguards who followed Jiang Chen also stayed in a nearby hotel under the reception of the staff.

Just kidding, who doesn't know the impact of Transwarp Trade on the political arena of the new country? It is precisely for this reason that Bram was very attentive when he received Jiang Chen, and it can be described as meticulous.

Outside the window, the sky was just getting dark. Aisha was still asleep in her bed. Because he didn't feel sleepy, Jiang Chen got out of bed early. Sitting on the couch in the living room watching TV.

There is no suspense, and the morning news of the various stations has been swept away by the terrorist attacks in Munich, just as they were in the first half of the year when Paris and Brussels were attacked. Everyone is condemning, they are angry, they are praying for the victims.

In terms of form, the public opinion reaction to the several attacks was not fundamentally different. But judging by the seriousness on Evelyn's face, the attack would have lit a long-buried fuse.

"What will it detonate?"

Muttering to himself, Jiang Chen's gaze swept to the map of Europe pasted on the wall.

Just then, there was a knock at the entrance.

Glancing at the closed door of the bedroom, Jiang Chen said casually.

"Please come in. ”

The door opened, and it was Ambassador Bram who appeared in the doorway. After opening the door, he didn't enter the house, but just stood at the door and said with a smile on his face.

"Mr. Jiang Chen, there are people outside the door who want to see you. ”

"Who?" Jiang Chen asked with some surprise.

"An old man named Thaddeus. He claimed to be Rothschild's butler. ”

A very unexpected visitor, although Jiang Chen thought that Rothschild would send someone to meet him, solve the "misunderstanding", and repair the rift in the relationship between the two sides, but he didn't expect that it was Thaddeus who was sent.

"I'm glad you didn't shut me up, Mr. Jiang. ”

Thaddeus's Chinese language level Jiang Chen had already been taught, so he was not surprised that he was able to use colloquialisms so freely.

"You're laughing, no matter how much you say, I won't turn you away. Facing this kind old housekeeper, Jiang Chen said with a smile.

"Before the topic begins, please allow me to apologize for the inconsiderate hospitality the day before yesterday, and hope that Mr. Jiang will understand. ”

"Of course you can, but I need an explanation for the explosion that took place in the library. ”

Hearing this, Thaddeus sighed.

"Master Carmen swears in the name of the Rothschilds that the explosion has nothing to do with us. I assure you that we will find out who carried out that despicable assassination and poured dirty water on Rothschild's name, causing a rift in our friendship. ”

Now that Thaddeus had already said this, Jiang Chen naturally didn't want to be embarrassed anymore, so he walked down the steps and accepted the Rothschilds' statement, believing that the explosion in the library had nothing to do with them.

It had nothing to do with them, after all, the explosion was directed and acted by Jiang Chen.

"Whoever they are, I'm going to make those rats pay. But this act still has to be played to the end, Jiang Chen said in an angry tone in front of Thaddeus.

Sending Thaddeus away, Jiang Chen raised his eyes and looked at the wall clock on the wall, and seeing that it was not early, he returned to the bedroom and prepared to call Aisha to get up. Normally, Aisha called him to wake up, but because he "slept too late" yesterday, the situation was reversed.

However, when he pushed open the bedroom door, he saw that Aisha had already passed her clothes, and was now standing by the window looking out of the street.

Walking to Aisha's side, Jiang Chen hugged the petite body and asked softly with a smile in her ear.

"What are you looking at?"

"Street...... There was a sense of familiarity. ”

"Familiar?"

"Hmm...... Maybe it's just an illusion. Looking at the bustling Metternich Street, Aisha whispered.

Born in the flames of war, she has an extraordinary sense of smell for war. But looking at the bustling street in front of her, she doubted her own judgment again, and summed up her intuition with the word illusion.

In the afternoon, Bram personally drove Jiang Chen and the others to the airport.

After waiting in the waiting room for two hours, everyone boarded the plane safely.

The flight attendant's voice sounded in his ears, and looking at the ground that was gradually moving away, Jiang Chen slowly breathed a sigh of relief. Whatever the Rothschilds are planning, no matter how many people will shed blood for it, it has nothing to do with him.

But for some reason, he suddenly remembered the conversation Jakono had had with him in that forest.

Keep it for yourself...... Is it?

Closing his eyes, Jiang Chen leaned back in his seat. (To be continued.) )