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In just two days, the video shot by Ronan was circulated on the Internet. No matter how fast the French deleted it, they couldn't delete it cleanly.

Moreover, there are countless countries and media in Europe who want to see French jokes.

When Ronan walked on the streets of Paris again, he stayed for less than half a minute before leaving quickly. The stench all over the city was really unbearable.

Paris, a fashionable and romantic capital, seems to have returned to the Middle Ages, and has had to fight against the stench for a long time.

Ronan returned to the Temple of Soul, where the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, it is much better than Paris.

Ilsa is going to Edinburgh to negotiate with the Avalon Witches on behalf of Syndicate and Ronan.

The British Civil War must not stop.

About to part, the two ran to the top of the snow mountain for a tryst.

Their physical fitness is more than outstanding, and they are so strong that they can play many incredible tricks.

For example, when two people jump up with all their strength, they can stay in the air for a short time and fly together.

For example, shake off the magic carpet, fly directly in the sky, fly to a certain height, and then jump down together.

How can ordinary people understand it.

Ilsa also warned Ronan: "Don't look for ordinary women, people will die!"

Ronan was also sure of this point, not to mention anything else, just that one blow would be fatal...

This is also something that can't be helped, the body is comprehensively strengthened, and various abilities are greatly improved, which is an inevitable result.

He can control it, but if this kind of thing is not smooth, what's the point?
After calming down, the two of them lay on the magic carpet, floating in the sky.

Ronan rested his head on his hands, looked at the mist at the end of the different space, and said, "When you arrive in Edinburgh, pay more attention to the hunters of the Sioux tribe."

The British Isles have been smashed into a pot of porridge, and the accumulation and construction of Great Britain for hundreds of years are developing in the direction of ruins.

With the support of the Coven of Avalon and some mushroom bombs, the Celts will no longer obey Anza.

It is impossible for London to let them really stand on their own.

It's like a brother's separation. Once the face is torn apart, it is much harder than a stranger's fight.

Militarily, England has the upper hand.

At the extraordinary level, they are at an absolute disadvantage.

This civil war has been fought.

What Ronan hoped was that it would be best for the two sides to continue fighting for a long time.

Ilsa said: "I heard from Vincent that they grew up very fast, and there were some casualties. After all, it is a battlefield."

Ronan said: "The Sioux tribe will send people over again."

Ilsa thought for a while and said, "The training camp in Greenland is activated, and I will send them to Greenland first."

After talking about the Sioux and the English Civil War, the conversation returned to Paris.

"I have checked most of the corpses of snake monsters in the Louvre. Their strength has grown extremely fast, and the worst is the second-rank baron." Ilsa is still somewhat worried: "Will it be related to Lilith's awakening?"

Ronan also guessed: "It should be related, the strength of vampires has obviously become stronger."

This time the vampire got a snake and came out. It is not sure when it will come out with a snake king. Ronan thought for a while and said, "I'm going to Catalonia and Barcelona to see the cobras."

"Barcelona?" Ilsa guessed Ronan's thoughts: "To the cobra's lair?"

Ronan nodded slightly: "Go and see the situation first, and I will talk about it after reading the details. I need information in this regard."

Syndicate has collected relevant information, and Ilsa has also learned about it: "The base of the Cobra organization is a huge old castle built on a hill outside Barcelona, ​​and it is heavily guarded."

Ronan thought for a while and asked, "Where is Oro Ibia now?"

"Before the Paris strike, he took his lovers to Monaco." Ilsa wondered, "Are you looking for him?"

Ronan said: "Madrid must have a complete intelligence network in Catalonia." He joked again: "To fight the separatist forces in Catalonia, Oro Ibia will always reimburse me for travel expenses and ammunition expenses."

The main purpose is information.

Madrid must have a stronger intelligence network in Barcelona than Syndicate.

After all, the goals of the two sides are different.

Ilsa couldn't help laughing, and reminded: "His son Felipe is actually exercising the power of the king."

Ronan said again: "Don't underestimate Oro Ibia, a person who can get the royal power from the dictator Franco and quell the military rebellion will not be easy."

Ilsa said: "If you only look at the first ten years of his reign, he is indeed a remarkable king."

Ronan glanced at the huge castle in the distance: "The cost of building the Temple of Soul is too high, and every operation is a huge expense. We are cheating, shooting and looting now, isn't it just to have more funds?"

Ilsa fully agrees that money is the most basic guarantee for Syndicate to have the current organizational strength and combat effectiveness.

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Monaco, a country with an extremely close relationship with France, was almost swallowed by Charles de Gaulle.

Later, there were still rumors about what happened to the star princess and Charles de Gaulle for Monaco.

Although it is a gossip, when the female star was in Hollywood, it is said that she took the initiative to sleep with all the men in the crew, and it is not unusual for anything to happen.

Katharina walked out of the suite and looked back. The old king was on the phone, contacting another mistress in Monaco.

She didn't make a sound, and quietly closed the door.

When you followed Oro Ibia, you knew who the old king was.

In the past two years, I have seen too many exaggerated things happen to Oro Ibia.

On one occasion, Oro Ibia took a helicopter and went to five different dates in five cities in one day.

Katharina had no complaints, not even private ones.

Putting on a Chanel trench coat and carrying the latest Hermès bag, she took the elevator to the first floor, ready to go to the coffee shop to kill time, so as to leave enough space for Oro-Ibia to date.

Katharina found a quiet booth and sat down, ordered a glass of Blue Mountain, read a fashion magazine, and slowly sipped it.

After drinking half a cup of coffee, a very ordinary young man suddenly came across.

Katharina was a little surprised when she saw that it was coming for her, it was a stranger.

Just when she was alert, the other party suddenly said: "The deer blood in Madrid Hunting Palace is very good, but unfortunately there is only one cup."

Katharina was slightly taken aback, lost in memory.

That period of memory is quite deep, because the person who saved her and Oro-Ibia later became the number one terrorist in the world!
Ronan sat across from Katharina.

"You...you are..." Katharina stammered a bit, she couldn't say that name no matter what.

Ronan nodded lightly: "Don't look outside, we are old friends."

Katharina thought of Paris two years ago, she and her Majesty the King were saved by him.

She tried her best to calm down, and then said: "I... I'm not afraid, just, a little surprised. No, it's a surprise. "

Ronan helped her back then, and she also helped Ronan when Ronan was injured. Ronan asked casually, "These two years have been good?"

Katharina smiled from the bottom of her heart: "Very good, ten times better than I imagined! This is the life I want, and I can't even dream of it. I think happiness is what I am now."

Originally, she was just a flight attendant, and she had to work part-time when she was not flying to maintain a glamorous life.

Now, I only need to accompany one person, but what I get is dozens of times as much as before.

Katharina was particularly satisfied: "I'm glad I met His Majesty. Although His Majesty is very hardworking, he treats me very well. The food and clothing are all of the highest standard."

She hesitated for a while, and then said: "Your Majesty told me clearly that if one day you get tired of me, you will let me go and give me a large severance pay. I am not very old, and I am somewhat famous in the upper class. , Whether you live alone or find someone to marry, there are many choices.”

Ronan didn't expect that, so he asked casually, and Katharina popped up so many words.

It is estimated that around Oro Ibia, there are many things that no one can say.

Ronan had no desire to listen, and said directly: "I have something to do, and I want to talk to His Majesty Oro."

"Your Majesty..." Katharina suddenly swallowed the words she declined.

The opposite is not a real old friend, but the real number one terrorist in the world.

Ronan said slowly: "Auruo's phone number has changed, and I can't get in touch. We helped each other back then. I don't want to rush to the door and cause unnecessary misunderstandings."

Katharina said, "I'll help you contact His Majesty."

She pulled out her phone and dialed.

Ronan waited patiently for a while.

Katharina hung up the phone: "Your Majesty agrees, let me take you upstairs."

Ronan nodded, and left the coffee shop with Katharina, and came to the luxury suite of the hotel. As soon as the door opened, Oro Ibia greeted him.

"My friend!" He was very enthusiastic: "I haven't seen you for two years, you have changed a lot."

Ronan looked at him slightly and said, "You are younger."

This is not a compliment, perhaps thanks to the demonized deer, Oro-Ibia's face is not only young, but the wrinkles on his face are less.

Ronan issued an order with consciousness, and the raven hovered high above the hotel to monitor the movement outside.

In the suite, apart from Katharina and Oro-Ibia, there was no one else.

Oro-Ibia didn't go around in circles, and asked directly: "You made a special trip to find me, what's the matter?"

Ronan leaned on the sofa: "I met the Cobra forces from Catalan in Paris. They attacked me and wanted to kill me."

Oro Ibia thought it was a good thing, Cobra bumped into someone like Ronan, and Ronan hit him back...

"Aren't you hurt?" The old king expressed concern for his friend.

Ronan said truthfully: "The Cobras were wiped out. It seems to be called the Red Guards. The leaders are called Vlad and Dr. Bald."

Oro Ibia has a certain understanding of the opponent: "It's all an elite team composed of extraordinary people."

Ronan said, "They're vampires."

"Vampire?" Oro-Ibia's surprise didn't seem to be feigned.

Ronan glanced at him: "Last year, after I ambushed the CIA in Bulgaria, I sent you a Cobra message to remind you."

Oro Ibia frowned: "I didn't receive it!" He immediately realized: "There are people from McAllen in the palace, and their rank is still very high."

Katharina interjected in a low voice: "Can't it be revealed in the media?"

Oro-Ibia shook his head: "Catalia is today not only because of historical issues and their own power, but also because of the strategic balance of the Americans."

He was also a very powerful politician when he was young, and he was the successor trained by Franco: "Americans never want to see a united Europe. They need Europe as an ally to provide them with human, material and financial resources. , and I don’t want Europe to be really strong, in fact, many things in Europe can be seen behind the shadow of the Americans.”

Ronan didn't interrupt, just listened.

Oro Ibia is quite confident: "The various extraordinary experiments of Cobra and Macallan have cooperated with the Americans and the Russians. Neither of them want to see the stability and development of Europe, especially the Americans, if it is not for them. Support, Cobra can fight me with just a small Catalonia?"

He said in a cold voice: "The media that hype my stories into the world's hot spots all have Jewish capital behind them. What is the difference between Jews and vampires? They are even more greedy and vicious than vampires."

Katharina didn't expect her Majesty to be wronged so much, so she quickly brought a glass of water and handed it to Oro Ibia: "Your Majesty, drink some water."

Oro-Ibia took a sip of water: "Americans don't care what the cobra is made of, as long as it can thunder in Europe at a critical moment. There are too many seemingly independent American-occupied countries in Europe. My palace Inside, American monitoring equipment was found."

Ronan would not tell him that the White House is now more closely related to Cobra, but only said: "I am going to Barcelona."

Oro Ibia immediately came to his spirits: "That place in Barcelona, ​​how should I say it? Well...it's very suitable for fireworks!"

Ronan said: "Fireworks are not easy to set off, and blockbusters are hard to find. I didn't use bombs in Paris."

Oro-Ibia asks: "The Eiffel Tower and Notre Dame..."

Ronan shook his head: "Others bombed it, it has nothing to do with me, France has many enemies."

The Oro-Ibia people are old and sophisticated, and gradually grasped Ronan's intentions, spread their hands and said, "Although I have the title of king, I have no name."

Ronan just looks at him, can travel all over Europe and date mistresses anytime anywhere...

"How much does it cost?" asked Oro Ibia.

Ronan said: "Tens of millions of euros."

Oro Ibia knew that the price was not outrageous, after all, the person sitting across from him was the most professional and powerful person in the world doing this kind of thing.

But thinking of his good health, it is not a problem to live another 30 or 1000 years. In the future, let alone find more than [-] mistresses, and said: "Too many, my king is now an empty shell."

The king doesn't have much savings!

Ronan thought for a while and said, "I'm going to a strange city like Barcelona. I have to send people there in advance. Ordinary people are useless. They must be superhumans. The commissions and resettlement fees for superhumans are very high! You also need to purchase relevant information. This expenditure is even more terrifying, without intelligence support, I can't blow up Barcelona, ​​firstly, the cost is higher, and secondly, I don't have so many bombs."

Oro Ibia quickly waved his hand: "Barcelona is a bustling city, don't blow it into ruins!" He tentatively said: "It's best to just blow up the Cobra headquarters."

Ronan nodded: "That requires a large-yield bomb, a thousand-pound bomb, and a cloud bomb is the best. These need to be bought with money, including intelligence expenditures..."

Oro Ibia said: "Spain has a stockpile of weapons and ammunition that can be sent to you."

These were intended to be sold for money.

It is better to pay the bill with the resources of the state than to let him pay for it himself.

Oro-Ibia continued: "I will contact Felipe and let the First Intelligence Bureau, which belongs to the royal family, cooperate with you."

Ronan asked: "How much ammunition is there? Where is it?"

Oro-Ibia said: "In the Galilee Islands, you can arm a light infantry brigade and a bomber brigade, all of which have been removed from inventory. They were originally intended to be sold to Africans, and I will give them to you."

The Galilee Islands are located in the northwestern waters of Africa and belong to Spain's overseas territory, very close to West Africa.

In West Africa, there are wars every year, and weapons are always easy to sell.

As the location of the famous Ivory Coast and Gold Coast, the local warlords do not lack the capital to buy arms.

When Ronan heard the amount of ammunition, he no longer mentioned the money: "I will send someone to receive it."

Oro Ibia looked at Katharina: "Call Nacho in."

It has never been distressing for the high-level to sell the country's assets.

Basically the same all over the world.

Not long after, an office officer came in and discussed specific matters with Ronan.

In name, the king will not directly intervene in politics, and a lot of coordination needs to be done.

After leaving the hotel, Ronan called Yuri and asked him to contact the ship and go to the Galilee Islands to receive the arms.

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Paris, City Hall.

The doors and windows of the mayor's office were closed, and Bertrand put on perfume under his nose, feeling that he could still smell the unbearable stench of corpses.

The right-hand assistants Denis and Claude knocked on the door and came in.

The secretary quickly closed the door, and at Bertrand's gesture, sprayed perfume on the two of them again.

Bertrand rubbed his nose and asked, "The corpse hasn't been cleaned yet?"

Claude said: "No! Paris is too big, too many people died, and we are seriously understaffed."

Bertrand was about to burst into flames, and rushed to the crime: "What about the people from the police department and the gendarmerie? People from the army want to maintain law and order. What are they doing?"

The military has transferred too much power to overseas bases, and the people in Paris are now a little bit reluctant to keep the huge urban area from rioting.

Denis looked ashamed: "They think the intensity of their work is seriously exceeding the standard, and they complained that the city hall is unconstitutional! Many senior police officers under me have sent warnings that they are not corpse movers. If they are allowed to do these tasks beyond the scope, the Parisian The police and gendarmerie will launch a new general strike."

Bertrand was speechless for a moment, and sat back on his chair slumped.

Another general strike at this time will definitely kill Paris!
Bertrand didn't dare to ignore these voices. This is France, this is Paris. Those who said the strike was really a strike!

Because the scale of the attack was so horrific, it was extremely difficult to hire people from other places.

Especially the blacks in France think that there is a curse specifically targeting blacks in Paris.

He wanted to swear a few bad words, but he didn't know who to swear. After a while, he said, "The saintess has gone too far!"

Claude was an admirer of Joan of Arc, and felt that what she did made sense: "The saint wants to maintain the orthodoxy of France and prevent France from discoloring."

Deep down in his heart, Bertrand approved of Joan's approach: "It's too radical!"

Deni continued: "We always say that time will solve it, and we have been procrastinating. Think about it, if our generation does not solve it, it will be left to future generations. Can you imagine that there will be black people among the children and grandchildren?"

Hearing this, Bertrand and Claude felt nauseous for a while, and couldn't accept it at all.

Bertrand took the lead to return to reality: "Paris is paralyzed now, and there is a lack of a large number of low-level workers. It is unrealistic to ask other people to do those things. The strike may break out again sometime!"

Both Denis and Claude are silent, the reality is too worrying.

It is too difficult to expect Parisians to do some jobs.

Denis gritted his teeth suddenly and said, "There is another way."

Bertrand looked at him: "Say it!"

"Nice's inspectors are searching for many smuggling ships along the Mediterranean coast." Deni can't think of other ways for the time being: "There are many black people smuggled from Africa on board. If Paris is willing to accept these people, we will be able to get together and clean them up soon. The city's body mover."

Claude turned his head and stared at him, thinking that it was you who rejected black people, and you were the one who introduced black people, you fence-sitter!
Bertrand was a little hesitant, Paris finally lost its black color...

Denis added: "What we lack are not only temporary corpse movers, but also countless low-level jobs in Paris. If the French are allowed to do those, what awaits us will be endless strikes, and there are people who are so high Desperate pay."

Claude withdrew his gaze and had to admit that Deni's words made sense.

This opening was opened for black people, but it is difficult to close it again.

They can only think with the things in their crotch, almost crazily procreating, and dye the whole place black...

The future of France is unimaginable.

At this moment, Claude suddenly understood why Joan of Arc launched an attack against blacks with her life. She might be as powerful and pious as a saint, and she was also desperate for the future of this country.

Bertrand looked at Claude: "What's your opinion?"

There is no good way for Claude, he hesitated for a long time, and said: "It is not just Nice, we can contact other coastal cities to accept illegal immigrants from Africa, and let the city quickly transfer these people to Paris for work. Those cities must be happy to accept low-level jobs.”

Bertrand thought for a while, and finally nodded: "Go and operate this matter."

Paris has lost too many people at the bottom, some jobs have to be filled.

Although I hated Paris being stained black from the bottom of my heart, but the interests and reality in front of me, I can only make this choice.

Denis and Claude exchanged views, and quickly left the office to arrange related work.

After only half a day, some coastal cities couldn't wait to transfer the hard-to-handle African smugglers to Paris.

Bertrand checked the digital photos sent by his subordinates, re-watched the video of Joan's final blow, and sighed: "Perhaps, the saint is really desperate for this country."