Expedition to Europe

Ulia Ulyanovich has been a little uneasy these two days.

For some reason, standing inside the gate of the "Northern Power" club, Ulia didn't feel safe even behind the curtains.

Everything looked normal outside, but Ulia felt that everything was abnormal, including the bald pedestrian who passed by the door every day, why he looked at the club twice more today, and the window on the second floor across the street that always had curtains hanging. Ulia had felt that there was someone behind it before, and it felt even clearer these two days, as if a bunch of Lanfang commandos were squatting behind the window, and they could break through the gate and rush in at any time.

"Damn it, if this continues, I think I will go crazy." Ulia shook his head and went to the wine cabinet to get a sip of wine to calm his nerves.

"Sir, the parliamentary meeting is over, at least there will be no problems today." Mihajlovic, the club's security director, came to report.

"God bless, there is finally good news." Ulya took a bottle of vodka from the wine cabinet and gestured to Mikhailovich: "Want a glass?"

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

"Thank you very much!" Mikhailovich took the glass and raised his glass with Ulya to gesture: "For Russia!"

"For Russia!" Ulya echoed and raised his glass to drink it all.

Russians are still very generous when drinking, which is related to their traditional habits. If you are looking for the reason, it is that the pressure on both Ulya and Mikhailovich in the past few days is really too great.

There is no way. Facing the behemoth 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 for Ulya.

The economy of St. Petersburg is not good. Not to mention vodka, even black bread is not available. If Mihaylovich and Ulya were in St. Petersburg, then they would be dreaming of having vodka. Thinking of this, Mihaylovich couldn't help but want to pull Ulya to get drunk together.

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

This is not that Mihaylovich is raising others' ambitions and destroying his own prestige. In fact, although Qin Zhiyuan has left Europe, the legend of Qin Zhiyuan is still circulating in Europe. No one can ignore Qin Zhiyuan's existence. If someone or a certain force dares to ignore Qin Zhiyuan now, then the end of that person or force must be very tragic.

"Why? It is because of the difficulties now that we have to make our own voices heard. Lan Fang has a good relationship with the French, but it has constant conflicts with the British. If we can show our value in front of the British, then we may win the same status as the Germans. Perhaps only then can we see a turnaround in the whole thing." Uriah rarely explained.

Just a while ago, the Germans had 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.

The British will certainly cause strong opposition from the French by doing this, but the British support the Germans in order to curb the French dominance on the European continent, which is itself a constraint on France, so the British will definitely not change their minds because of a protest from the French.

The Russians turned to Lan Fang because they saw that the British began to support the Germans.

The Russians have a good calculation. If the British recognize the value of the Russians, then the British may help the Russians.

No, no, no, no need. As long as the British stop supporting Denikin, the Russian Bolsheviks will be able 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 will be able to lead 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 probably not the British aid, but the overwhelming planes and tanks. The people who made this plan should go to hell." Mihajlovic has been in Europe for a longer time and understands the strength represented by these words Qin Zhiyuan.

"It would be great if we could really kill that guy. He has brought too much pain to us Russia. Even if we cut him into pieces, it can't touch the hatred in our hearts." Uriah's hatred for Qin Zhiyuan is as deep as the Pacific Ocean.

Thinking carefully, Qin Zhiyuan did bring 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 barren land. Ordinary Russians did not feel the pain, but the Ascension Cathedral of St. Basil and the Russian State Museum, which were demolished into adobe houses, 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. At present, three huge museums are under construction on Penglai Island, named the Royal Museum, the Lanfang National Museum, and the most peculiar Glorious Museum.

As the names suggest, the Royal Museum is Qin Zhiyuan's private collection, the Lanfang National Museum is a national collection, and the last one, the Glorious Museum, is the spoils obtained by the Foreign Legion during its overseas campaigns.

The Glorious Museum also has the richest collection of 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 on the battlefield in West Asia, but in Europe, antiques and cultural relics from West Asian countries have long been flooded. When Qin Zhiyuan bought antiques in Paris, he just collected thousands of pieces by the way, including many treasures, which can support a West Asian Pavilion.

Lanfang's construction of these museums may seem to some moralists to show off aggression and military power, 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 power, and it must have strong enough military power to truly maintain long-term stability.

In fact, all countries in 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.

Just as Ulya and Mihajlovic were chatting, there was a sharp sound of car brakes at the door.

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

"Don't, don't go over there." Mihajlovic was better, and he knew to pull out his pistol and load the bullet, then put it back to his waist to open the door.

"Everyone, what's the matter?" Mihajlovic only opened half of the door, and his other hand was holding the handle of the gun behind his back, 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." The fully armed police got out of the car, and the leader handed a search warrant to Mihajlovic through the door.

Mihajlovic didn't rush to take it. He first looked up at the police who were still jumping down from the car, and his heart had sunk to the bottom of the valley.

These policemen are different from ordinary policemen. They all wear steel helmets, masks with skulls painted on their faces, and black bulletproof vests with steel plates. The weapons in their hands include close-range high-powered shotguns, thick door-breaking hammers, and short and powerful strange guns. Although they look small, you can feel the powerful power through their ferocious appearance.

Although he didn't know what he would face next, Mihajlovic's forehead was already covered with cold sweat.

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"Hey, did you hear that?" The policeman at the door was a little impatient.

"Okay, please wait a moment, I'm going to report it." Mihajlovic wanted to delay.

"Okay, you'd better hurry up, our patience is limited." The policeman outside the door was not in a good tone.

Mihajlovic couldn't care about it anymore. He took the search warrant, closed the door, and turned to find Uriah.

Just after turning around, Mihaylovich suddenly felt that the hair on the back of his head had stood up. Almost in an instant, Mihaylovich rolled over and rolled behind the pillar next to him.

Bang!

A huge sound came, and then the whole door fell inward. This was the credit of the door-breaking hammer.

Gurgle...

After the door was broken open, it was not people who came in, but four or five offensive grenades. Mihaylovich only had time to shout "Hide", and then the whole person was thrown against the wall by the strong shock wave and then fainted.

Fortunately, it was just an offensive grenade. If it was a defensive grenade, Mihaylovich should have turned into honeycomb coal now.

In the dark, Mihaylovich heard noisy footsteps rushing in, and then the destructive firing sound of a shotgun, and a very strange "ding ding ding" knocking sound, mixed with explosions and wailing in the middle, which was really strange.

I don’t know how long it took, Mihaylovich was finally awakened by a basin of cold water.

Mihajlovic opened his eyes and found himself in the basement of the "Northern Power" club.

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

There was no way he could survive. Mihajlovic simply looked around and saw four or five bodies. Of course, they were all Mihajlovic's colleagues. This also made Mihajlovic understand that the group of people in front of him would never let anyone here go.

"It doesn't matter who we are. What's important is you. Did you see those people? Their answers didn't satisfy me, and I didn't have much mood to talk nonsense with them, so I'm sorry, it's your turn now." Gabriel wiped his palms with a white towel. After wiping it clean, he folded the towel carefully with satisfaction and put it in his pocket.

"Now, let me introduce myself. My name is Gabriel, the head of the Corsica branch of the Lanfang National Security Bureau. You almost killed my employer four days ago. I think you should not forget it." Gabriel's voice was not loud, but he was very close to Mihajlovic's face, almost touching Mihajlovic's face when he spoke these words.

I don't know why, Mihajlovic suddenly felt a palpitation, because Mihajlovic saw madness and cruelty in Gabriel's eyes.