Rebirth of the Financial Overlord

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

A dilapidated Gasang off-road vehicle drove to the Odyssey garrison base, and the guards with live ammunition at the gate were like decorations, allowing the car to roar into the gate of the base through the gate.

The car is unimpeded all the way, and you can see all kinds of luxurious war weapons along the way.

The Tupolev and Miguel fighter jets are parked on the runway of the base one after another, and the loaded missiles hanging make it clear that they are not toys. The 24PU1 armed helicopter group painted in army green, with 57mm and 122mm rocket launchers hanging below, the armored tank vehicle as huge as a steel behemoth, the faint gun chamber seems to emit a dim light, which makes people instinctively feel palpitations.

Peng San felt that his brain was not enough.

He always thought that young people who dare to sell arms when they see anyone on the street are just second-hand or third-hand dealers, members of low-level clubs.

But now, they have entered the guard base of the Black Navy in a grand manner.

It was even more dreamlike than dreaming.

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

Bobby Alimovich Kurishenko, who was a second-rate dealer in Peng San's eyes, stepped on the accelerator and stopped the car.

"Hi. Guys, take my word for it."

Can you not believe it?

Peng San stared blankly at the various tools of war at the base, his head was dazed for a while, and 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 wider than that of Peng San who has been staying 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. Are you surprised?"

A slightly familiar voice came from behind, a tall young man with a hooked nose and white skin came here at some point.

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

Marat Savage, the two had secretly talked on the phone. Obviously, this is the person Shen Jiannan asked him to come to Ukraine to wait for.

No one understood why Peng Er would appear in the most heavily guarded base in Odessa.

But it doesn't matter.

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

"Comrade. Hello."

Ha ha--

Zheng Zheng's serious address made Marat Savage laugh. He hadn't heard such a title for a long time.

"Zheng. You're so funny. But I'm not gay. I've never been interested in men."

"Okay. What's going on here."

Marat Savic smiled, pointed at Poppy Alimovich Kurishenko and introduced him.

"He is the nephew of General Kurishenko. I just had a conversation with the general, so I asked him to pick you up."

paused.

Marat Savage leaned over Zheng Zheng's ear and lowered his voice to add something in Chinese.

"He's Jewish."

What is a Jew?

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

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

People's habits are always contagious, Zheng Zheng subconsciously imitated someone's movements and raised his eyebrows.

Poppy Alimovich Kurishenko ignored the whispering between the two, took out a cigarette and lit it, and asked Marat Savage.

"How was the talk with my uncle?"

Marat Savage shrugged.

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

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

After finishing speaking, Bobby Alimovich Kurishenko took a step and walked towards the office of the garrison base.

"Zheng, do you think little Kurishenko can convince his uncle?"

When Zheng Zhenggang came here, he naturally knew nothing, so he could only speak honestly.

"I have no idea."

"I think. He must be able to convince the old Kurishenko that the guy has only one descendant. I believe he will make a choice?"

Since ancient times, heroes and generals are not allowed to see gray hair in the world.

Once upon a time, Dimic Kurishenko was a well-known hero of the Soviet military, leading an army of hundreds of thousands, overwhelming European countries with difficulty breathing.

At that time, how proud and glorious 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 elderly uncle, Kurishenko's eyes twinkled with pity. His parents died in the war, and he was raised by the old Kurishenko. He was alone all his life and never enjoyed life well.

"Uncle, can you stop being so stubborn. There are so many things in the warehouse. If we sell some, who will know."

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

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

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

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One will succeed and all will die.

But there are a few people who are not fleshy.

For the hostile forces, the old Kurishenko is a hated devil, but for his soldiers, Jean is the most respectable person.

The old Kurishenko's eyes were flickering with struggle. How could he not know the current domestic environment and rising prices, and many people even had to sell the coats they bought before in exchange for living expenses.

Picking up the wine jug in his hand, he took a sip of the wine, the low-quality pungentness made his throat burn.

"Bobby, I know what you're saying. But I need to report to my superiors."

Poppy was going crazy.

"Uncle. Who are you reporting to? Moscow? Go and see the national flag in the courtyard. Since last week, Moscow is already a foreign country. Are you going to report to Moscow?"

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

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

However, the country is gone.

If the country is not there, how can the faith be there?

Picking up the flagon full of spirits and taking a few sips, the loyalty that had been rooted in his bones made the old Kurishenko subconsciously refute.

"And new countries. New flags, new leaders. I'm going to report to them."

Bobby gritted his teeth.

He really couldn't understand Kurishenko's stupid loyalty.

"Uncle, please wake up, please. Please wake up, read the newspaper, and see what the new leaders of the newspaper are doing. They are busy inheriting the inheritance, busy fighting for the villa by the sea, busy grabbing money, no one Those who care about these. The leaders you are familiar with are no longer in charge, but those who are in charge can’t control anything.”

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Kurishenko didn't answer, and took a few more sips violently with the jug.

Although he didn't want to know the outside news, the military's intelligence agency was still there, so he just couldn't do it if he didn't want to know the outside news.

"You gave your life for a country that doesn't exist anymore, why not you guys who have done nothing? If they can have it, why can't you?"

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

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

Bobby growled with red eyes, tears in his eyes.

Kurishenko looked at the nephew whom he brought up with his own hands, and a trace of expression returned to his dim and dazed eyes.

"I think. You're right."

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Thank you for your support, everyone, thank you for your support all the way. In the past two days, my mentality has exploded. It's not because of everyone's support, I really can't hold on.

Once written, immediately 404.

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