Soviet Union 1991

The scene was already in chaos, and people who supported Krenz were running around, far away from the subdued suicide bombing jihadists. The fallen flags and slogans were stained with dust, and the sneer from before was still briefly present on the attacker's lips.

"You lost, Krenz. Our great Allah will never be defeated. Germany will become Musselin's paradise. No matter how hard you atheists turn the tide, you can't change the outcome."

The jihadist used his backbone to hold on to the last bit of ridiculous dignity, while Krenz's majesty crushed everything he was proud of.

All despicable means cannot defeat him.

There were sharp shouts and a chaotic scene. Krenz refused the bodyguard's request to leave the scene.

At Germany's most critical moment, Krenz stood motionless, not taking a step back.

The motherland and people need him.

Germany needs him.

Krenz picked up the microphone on the ground, patted it, made sure it was still working properly, and then continued to speak.

"Let's go, I will not retreat even half a step. Because this means mocking our Democratic Party's compromise, this is a compromise to the crazy plunderers who ruined our homeland, and a compromise to the huge dark forces! And I , I will feel sorry for you who have always supported the Baath Party.”

"Although this land is vast, we have no choice but to retreat, because behind us is the homeland we defend! Our Germany!"

His voice spread far and wide through the radio, enough for the voters who were farthest away to hear every word he said.

The rioting crowd gradually calmed down after Krenz spoke. They looked at the calm and crazy behavior of the leader on the podium, and the enthusiasm they mobilized suppressed the fear in their hearts.

The divine light enveloped him, and Krenz, who was not afraid of bullets and explosions, became the savior of all Germany at this moment.

"Yes, I was the last chairman of the East German Communist Party in the past. I said things for some dark organizations that I was not proud of at all. I also sincerely apologized for my past. But after the merger of the two Germanys, When I traveled around this great country and was able to meet people from all walks of life and really get to know them, I saw that our city, our people, and the country we were in were suffering. Don’t dare to face the pain of your own glory!”

Some fell into silence, and some clenched their fists. They all saw what Krentz said.

However, a small group of political elites who hold power ignore the cries of the people at the bottom and are determined to push European Germany into the abyss.

"I am running around to solve the problems of our great motherland and make it great again. The despicable Federal Republic of Germany will cling to my past and use all its strength to try to stop me."

"Truth and justice will always prevail!"

"I am a loyal defender of the American people, and I carry all their hopes and dreams on my back. This is not just an election, we are a movement, a revolution."

"People of Germany, unite, we will stand on the opposition side, smash those political institutions that exploit the weak, break their bones and suck their marrow, and drive away those refugees who are anti-customers and occupy the magpie's nest! Take back our own rights!"

"Throw the bastards who eat our flesh into jail!"

There was applause and thunder.

The shock was strong enough to trigger a howling thunder.

Krenz's eyes were firm, and wherever his eyes looked, there was only the country.

"This is an extremely dangerous mission, so we've got you, Hamlet. They say you're the best sniper who ever was in Saddam's death squads, and we want you to do it, not just for Europe, but for For the spread of the Red Terror on German soil."

"Once the assassination mission is successful, you will have a new identity, and your family and you will start a new life in the Federal Republic of Germany. If it fails, sorry, all Islamic refugees will be deported back to the war-torn Middle East. I think This is an ending that no one wants to see.”

The MI6 intelligence officer's words from two days ago were still ringing in his ears. Hamler murmured: "Destroy the enemies that may threaten Musilin's survival and complete this great mission. I will be able to survive in this land forever." Go down."

“All for the sake of Allah.”

However, the scene is now a bit awkward.

Hamley cursed to no avail in the air, "Damn Brits, I knew it was up to no good! There was no such thing as an explosion, these idiots were caught before they even took action!"

Hamler chewed gum and put all the accidents that happened in the scene three hundred meters away into the scope. After the suicide bomber was arrested, he could only take the life of that person through his bullets. His arm moved slightly, and the numbers on the anemometer changed rapidly. The Dragunov sniper rifle, which he was used to feeling in his hand, made him more focused.

Krenz's photo flew away in the wind, and the whistling wind gradually faded away. Ah's figure never left the scope of the scope.

"According to intelligence, the man you want to assassinate will appear on the podium and evacuate hastily. That is your only chance to assassinate. Once it fails, our mission is over. Regardless of whether it is successful or not, you must leave in the shortest possible time. That room."

"What a joke."

Hamley was angry when he thought that the other party was humiliating his professional level. The reason why he was willing to take on the assassination plan with a high risk factor was not only because of the temptation of the five hundred thousand dollars, but more because he wanted to win a ticket for the expansion of the Islamic world. This world has oppressed the simple believers for too long, and it is time for them to fight back.

His fingers slowly pressed the trigger, and he could even imagine that the next moment, what appeared in the eyepiece was no longer a living life, but a cold body, accompanied by blood on the ground.

His highly concentrated attention did not even make him notice that the door of the room behind him had been quietly opened, and the Kramer mine bait line connected to the door handle was also cut short by sharp pliers.

The eyes in the scope looked at him.

Although they were separated by a distance of several hundred meters and hiding in the dark bedroom, there was no possibility of discovering Hamley.

But those eyes were telling him that he was looking at you, a crappy assassin.

[My heart is as clear as a mirror, and everything I do is justice. 】

【And you, fall into hell, live a life worse than death. 】

All this made the holy warrior Hamley feel desperate and scared.

He was watching me...

He waved at me...

Oh my God, this is impossible! This is impossible!

Krenz in the scope seemed to have seen through his actions and intentions. Hamley was horrified and couldn't even press the trigger. The sixth sense tightened his nerves, and the fear of being discovered was blatantly imprinted on the cortex of the brain. The sweat on the tip of the nose trickled down, and the slippery trigger was almost a thousand pounds.

The moment of looking at Krenz was longer than tens of millions of years. The extraordinary fear and despair almost drowned this assassin from Baghdad in endless fear.

The trigger was pulled, and the bullet that had been tampered with was not fired.

The next moment, the members of the 9th Special Forces who rushed in from the door pressed Hamley to the ground before he had time to resist. (To be continued.)