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I don't know why, standing inside the gate of the "Northern Power" club, Uriah didn't feel the slightest security even if he hid behind the curtains.

Everything looked normal outside, but Uriah felt that everything was not normal, including the bald pedestrian in front of the door who passed by every day, why did he take a second look at the club today, and the window on the second floor across the street that always hung curtains, Uriah had felt that there was someone behind it before, and it felt even clearer in the past two days, as if there was a bunch of Lan Fang's commandos squatting behind the window, and they might break through the door and rush in at any time.

"Damn it, if it goes on like this, I think I'm going to go crazy." Uriah shook her head and went to the wine cabinet to get a drink to suppress her shock.

"Sir, the meeting of the council is over, at least there will be no problems today." The club's head of security, Mihajrovic, came to report.

"God willing, there's good news." Uria took a bottle of vodka from the wine cabinet and motioned to Mihairovich: "Have a drink?" ”

"Why not?" Mikhailovich did not refuse Uria's kindness.

"Thank you very much!" Mikhailovich took the glass and raised his glass with Uria: "For Russia!" ”

"For Russia!" Uriah echoed, raising her glass and dripping it down.

Russians are still very bold in drinking, which is related to their traditional habits, and if you are looking for a reason, it is that the pressure on both Uria and Mikhailovich these days is too great.

There is no way, in the face of the behemoth of Lan Fang, even the original Russia has to cheer up, not to mention the Russian Bolsheviks who are now living in St. Petersburg.

Thinking of the Bolsheviks, Mikhailovich took the initiative to pick up the bottle and fill it with Ulya.

The economy of St. Petersburg is not good, not to mention vodka, black bread can not be eaten, if Mikhailovich and Uria are in St. Petersburg, then they want to dream with vodka, thinking of this, Mihailovich can't help but want to pull Uria to get drunk.

"Why...... In such a difficult situation, why do we still want to provoke the Lanfang people? Those people are not easy to mess with, especially their king, who is a madman, but he is also the god of war, how do we deal with him? Mihajlovich was very worried.

This is not that Mikhailovich will grow his morale and destroy his own prestige. In fact, although Qin Zhiyuan has been far away from Europe, there is still a legend of Qin Zhiyuan in Europe, no one can ignore Qin Zhiyuan's existence, if a certain person or a certain force dares to ignore Qin Zhiyuan now, then the fate of that person or any force must be very miserable.

"Why? It is because of the current difficulties that we have to make our voices heard, Lanfang has a good relationship with the French, but it is constantly at odds with the British, if we can show our value in front of the British, then we may win the same status as the Germans, maybe at that time, we can see the whole thing turn around. Uriah rarely opened her mouth to explain.

Just some time ago, the Germans signed a package contract with the British, and the British will provide loans to the Germans to help Germany gradually recover its economy and stabilize its society.

Of course, the British will cause strong opposition from the French, but the British support the Germans precisely to curb the dominance of the French on the European continent, which in itself is a check on France, so the British will certainly not change their minds because of a protest from the French.

It was precisely because the Russians saw that the British began to support the Germans that they turned to Lanfang.

The Russians also played well in their calculations, and if the British realized the value of the Russians because of this, then the British might pull the Russians along.

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 is sure to lead Russia to rise again.

"Ha, I really don't know who made this plan, if we really kill the eastern hegemon from the Far East, then I think what we will face next is probably not the aid of the British, but the overwhelming planes and tanks, and the people who formulated this plan should go to hell." Mihairovich has been in Europe for a longer time and understands the strength represented by Qin Zhiyuan.

"If only we could kill that guy, he has brought so much pain to us Russia that even a thousand cuts will not touch the hatred in our hearts." Uriah's hatred for Qin Zhiyuan is as deep as the Pacific Ocean.

Thinking about it carefully, Qin Zhiyuan has indeed brought a lot of scars to Russia, not to mention the vast Northern Territory, which is after all, Siberia is thousands of miles away, and ordinary Russians do not feel the pain, but the Basil Ascension Cathedral and the Russian National Museum, which were demolished into adobe houses, are ironclad evidence of the plundering of Moscow by the Foreign Legion.

This point cannot be avoided even by Qin Zhiyuan himself.

Qin Zhiyuan did not mean to evade, the current Penglai Island, three huge museums are under construction, the names are the Royal Museum, the Lanfang National Museum, and the most peculiar glorious museum.

As you can tell from the name, the Royal Museum is Qin Zhiyuan's private collection, the Lanfang National Museum is a national collection, and the last glorious museum is the trophy obtained by the Foreign Legion when it fought abroad.

The Glorious Museum also has the richest collection among the three museums, including the European Pavilion, the Russian Pavilion, the East Asian Pavilion, the West Asian Pavilion and so on.

Strictly speaking, the Foreign Legion has not yet set foot in the West Asian battlefield, but in Europe, the antiques and cultural relics of West Asian countries have long been overflowing, and when Qin Zhiyuan acquired antiques in Paris, he collected thousands of pieces just by the way, including many treasures, and it is not a problem to support a West Asian Pavilion.

Lan Fang's construction of these museums may seem to some defenders to show off aggression and show off force, but in Qin Zhiyuan's view, if a country wants to rise, it is not enough to have a prosperous culture to support the soul of a great power, but also to have strong enough force, so that it can truly maintain long-term peace and stability.

In fact, all countries in the world do this, but some can insist, and some are swallowed up by the long river of history, which can be regarded as a natural law of development.

While Uria and Mihajlovich were chatting, there was a sharp sound of car brakes at the door.

"What's wrong?" Uriah was already a little drunk.

"Don't, don't go over." Mihairovich was better, and he knew how to pull out his pistol and load the bullet before he inserted it back into his waist to open the door.

"Guys, what's the matter?" Mikhailovich opened only half of the door, and with his other hand behind him, he grabbed the handle of the gun, ready to pull it out at any moment.

"You're in trouble, please gather all of you, we have something to announce, it's a search warrant." Emerging from the car were heavily armed policemen, the leader of whom held a search warrant and handed it to Mikhajlovich through the door.

Mikhairovich did not rush to pick it up, first looked up at the policeman who was still jumping down from the car, and his heart had sunk to the bottom.

These police officers are different from ordinary police officers, they all wear steel helmets on their heads, face masks painted with skulls, black body armor with steel plates, and weapons in their hands range from close-range shotguns to thick rams, as well as short and sharp strange firearms, although they do not look big, but they can be felt through the hideous appearance.

Although he didn't know what he would face next, Mihajrovich already had a bean-sized cold sweat running down his forehead.

"Hey, do you hear that?" The policeman at the door spoke a little impatiently.

"Okay, wait a minute, I'm going to make an announcement." Mikhairovich wanted to drag it out.

"Okay, you'd better hurry, our patience is limited." The police outside the door didn't speak well.

Mikhairovich couldn't take care of it anymore, took the search warrant, closed the door, and turned to look for Uria.

As soon as he turned around, Mikhairovich suddenly felt that the hair stubble on the back of his head had stood on end, and almost instantly, Mikhairovich rolled his body and rolled behind the pillar next to him.

Boom!

There was a loud noise, and then the whole door fell inside, thanks to the hammer.

Gollum ......

After the door was broken, it was not people who entered, but four or five attacking grenades, and Mikhailovich only had time to shout "hide", and then the whole person was thrown against the wall by a strong shock wave, and then passed out.

Fortunately, just offensive grenades, if it was a defensive grenade, then Mikhailovich should have turned into honeycomb coal by now.

In the dark, Mikhailovich heard the sound of noisy footsteps rushing in, followed by the destructive sound of shotguns, and a strange "ding-ding" knocking sound, mixed with explosions and wails.

I don't know how long it took, but Mikhailovich was finally doused with a basin of cold water.

Mihajrovic opened his eyes and found himself in the basement of the "Power of the North" club.

"Who are you?" Mihairovich wanted to be a ghost.

Mihairovich just looked around and saw four or five corpses, of course, all of them were Mihairovich's colleagues, which also made Mihairovich understand that the group of people in front of him would definitely not let everyone here.

"It doesn't matter who we are, it's you who matters, do you see those people? Their answers didn't satisfy me, and I wasn't in the mood to talk to them too much, so I'm sorry, now it's your turn. Gary Buel took a white square towel and wiped his palms, and after wiping it clean, he carefully folded the square towel and put it in his pocket.

"Now, let me introduce myself, my name is Gary Buel, the head of the Corsican branch of the National Security Agency in Lanfang, you almost killed my employer four days ago, I don't think you should forget it." Garibuel didn't say it loud, but it was close to Mihailović's face, and he said it almost against Mihailovic's.

Somehow, Mihairovich suddenly felt a palpitation, because Mihailovich saw madness and cruelty in Garibuel's eyes.

(To be continued.) )