Rebirth of the Financial Overlord

Movies are always adapted from facts, but facts are always more absurd than movies.

An old Kasang off-road vehicle drove to the Odyssey defending base. The guard with live ammunition at the door was like a decoration, letting the car roar through the gate and rush into the base gate.

The car is unimpeded all the way, and all kinds of luxury war weapons can be seen along the way.

The Tupolev and Miguel fighter jets are parked in rows on the base runway, and the suspended load missiles make it clear that they are not toys. The 24Pu1 gunship group painted in army green, with 57mm and 122mm rocket launch nests hung underneath, the huge armored tank car like a giant steel beast, and the faint gunbore seems to glow with gloom, which makes people instinctively feel palpitation.

Peng San felt that his brain was not enough.

He always thought that young people who dared to sell arms when they saw people on the street were only Erdao dealers or Sandao dealers, and belonged to influential society members.

But now, he entered the guard base of the black navy in a grand manner.

This is more dreamy than dreaming.

The Odyssey defensive base is very large, and it took ten minutes for the car to drive to a place that seemed to be an office area.

Bobby Alimovich Kurishenko, the second trafficker who was not in the eyes of Peng San, stepped on the accelerator and stopped the car.

"Hi. Guys, believe what I said."

Can you believe it?

Peng San looked at the various tools of war in the base with dementia, his head was stunned, and then thinking about what Kurishenko had said, he still couldn't believe what he had encountered.

After all, Zheng Zheng has gone further, and his vision is broader than that of Peng San who has always been in Hong Kong. What he saw and did along the way made him feel that something was wrong.

How could ordinary arms dealers bring them into the Odyssey garrison base.

really.

"Zheng. Do you feel surprised?"

A slightly familiar voice came from behind, a tall young man with a hooked nose and white skin did not know when he came here.

In an instant, Zheng Zheng understood what was going on.

Malat Shavitch, the two have secretly made a phone call. Obviously, this is the person Shen Jiannan asked him to wait for in Ukraine.

No one understands why Peng Er appeared at the most closely guarded base in Odessa.

But this is not important.

Zheng Zheng stretched out his hand and shook hands with Marat Shavitch seriously.

"Comrade. Hello."

Haha——

The solemn address made Malat Savage laugh. He hadn't heard such a name for a long time.

"Zheng. You are so humorous. However, I am not a comrade. I have never been interested in men."

"Okay. What's going on."

Marat Shavić smiled and pointed to Bobby Alimovich Kurishenko to introduce.

"He is the nephew of General Kurishenko. I just talked to the general about something, so I ask him to pick you up."

There was a pause.

Marat Savage leaned over Zheng Zheng's ear and added in Chinese in a low voice.

"He is Jewish."

What is a Jew?

According to the definition of "Halaka" in the law of Judaism, all people who convert to Judaism and those born to Jewish mothers are Jewish.

And the Jews have a well-known motto that there is nothing in this world that cannot be sold.

People's habits are always contagious. Zheng Zheng unconsciously followed someone's movements and raised his eyebrows.

Bobby Alimovich Kurishenko ignored the whispers of the two, took out the cigarette point, and asked Malat Shavitch.

"How was it with my uncle?"

Marat Savage shrugged.

"You know your uncle's character. He is a hero of the Soviet Union, and look down upon a scum like me."

"It seems that I still have to talk to him."

After finishing speaking, Bobby Alimovich Kurishenko started and walked towards the office of the defending base.

"Zheng, can you say that little Kurishenko can convince his uncle?"

When Zheng Zhenggang came here, he naturally knew nothing but honestly.

"I do not know."

"I think. He must be able to persuade old Kurishenko, that guy has only one offspring. I believe he will make a choice?"

Since ancient times, heroes and famous generals are not allowed to see white heads in the world.

Once upon a time, Dimic Kurishenko was a well-known hero of the Soviet military. He led an army of hundreds of thousands, and it was almost impossible for European countries to breathe.

At that time, how proud and beautiful the old Kurishenko was.

But now, he is old.

His hair is gray, his waist is no longer straight, and his face is covered with wrinkles.

Looking at his old uncle, Kurishenko's eyes flashed with regret. His parents died in the war. It was the old Kurishenko who raised him. He was alone all his life and never had a good life.

"Uncle. Can you not be so stubborn. With so many things in the warehouse, we sell a little, and who will know."

"This is the property of the government. I have no right to sell these things."

"God. Uncle, go and see what life your subordinates have been living. They haven't been paid for several months. Who do you think sold the missing weapons in the warehouse?"

"..."

"That's the soldier who trusts you the most, the soldier who puts his life in your hands. You let them and their families live that way? Uncle, do you know how much a bottle of vodka costs now? This winter. Cold, no salary, how do you let their family live?"

"..."

One will succeed.

But there are a few people's hearts that are not grown in flesh.

To the hostile forces, the old Kurishenko is an abominable devil, but to his soldiers, Jean is the most respectable person.

Old Kurishenko’s eyes flashed with struggling. How could he not know the current domestic environment and rising prices, many people even had to sell the coats they bought before in exchange for living expenses.

Picking up the hip flask in his hand, he poured a sip of wine, the inferior pungent thorn made his throat hot.

"Poppy, I know what you said. But I need to report to my superiors."

Bobby was going crazy.

"Uncle. Who do you report to? To Moscow? You go to look at the national flag in the courtyard. Since last week, Moscow is already a foreign country. You should report to Moscow?"

"..."

Old Kurishenko's eyes flashed at a loss, and he didn't even know how to refute.

Thirty years ago, he joined the army and he has been fighting for the country almost his entire life. Faith has made him strong. For the country, he has no time to talk about love. For the country, he has spent half his life fighting against hostile forces.

However, the country is gone.

Without the country, how can faith exist?

Picking up the hip flask filled with spirits and pouring a few sips, the loyalty that had been rooted in his bones made Old Kurishenko refute subconsciously.

"There are new countries. New flags, new leaders. I want to report to them."

Bobby gritted his teeth.

He really couldn't understand Kurishenko's loyalty.

"Uncle. Are you awake? You should be more sober, read the newspaper, and see what the new leaders are doing. They are busy inheriting the inheritance, fighting for the villa by the sea, busy robbing the money, no one Those who care about this. The leaders you are familiar with are no longer in charge, but those in charge can't control anything."

"..."

Kurishenko didn't answer, and took a few more sips.

Although he didn't want to know the news from the outside ~www.readwn.com~, the military intelligence agency was still there. He just didn't want to know the news from the outside.

"You have spent your whole life for a country that no longer exists. Are you not as good as the guys who have not done anything? What they can have, why can't you have it?"

"Your soldiers, they all have relatives. Do you want their families to freeze to death in this freezing winter?"

"Uncle. I want an aunt. I haven't had a mother since I was a child. Can't you let me feel maternal love?"

Bobby roared with red eyes and tears.

Kurishenko looked at his nephew with an older hand, and his dim and blank eyes returned with a hint of radiance.

"I think. You are right."

"..."