Chapter 737 Stretching the Flag (4)
“What is that! Why is my Iron Knight gone!”
Vladimir, the theoretical legal ruler of Latvia , covered with expensive velvet blankets, with wines he had never drunk before, and treasures he had never seen before.
Yes, although Vladimir is thousands of times richer than the average living standard of Latvians, if the average living standard of locals is one, the world’s average living standard is two to three hundred times. .
Vladimir is a lord who longs for power and a prosperous world, but he cannot enter modern society even if he scratches his head. He burns, kills, loots, and digs deep into the ground, but he can only get away from the poor people. This little money was extracted from the ghost.
Sometimes he really wanted to kill all his unruly people, and then ask them in hell: Why are you so poor?
Even if you are poor, you still run around when collecting taxes, which is a waste of manpower and material resources.
If the average living standard of Latvians is one, then the wealth level of the Roxon Group must start at several trillions, which is simply immeasurable
Only a little more The good thing is that this so-called Grand Duke will lick foreign rich people like a dog. The old man's stinky feet barked, and as long as the foreign millionaire showed off a little bit and called him a "noble nobleman", he didn't even feel that he was a puppy.
He would even have an illusion: He is a noble nobleman, and the overseas rich are just a group of businessmen without legitimacy.
This is his birthright!
But he is not a fool. He knows very well how powerful the Iron Knight is. His daily pleasure now is to play the role of an omniscient and omnipotent king in his imagination in the noble monitoring room, watching the civilians succumb to fear.
Until one of the surveillance images suddenly turned into noise.
Then there seemed to be constant thunder in the sky.
Is there thunder in broad daylight?
"Disconnected."
A bearded guy with long hair was welding in front of the table, but when he heard something was going on, he quickly sat on a chair and drew over -
Pull off There are no prosthetics in Vilia. In fact, as a new industry, except for Atlas Group’s large investment in samples and training, there are no wild prosthetics at all.
Outside of the Atlas Group, every prosthetic doctor is a "technical practitioner" with something, such as Anton Vanke, who is currently assigned here to provide technical assistance to the Duke of Latvia.
This guy looks like he has bad skin. He is dirty with motor oil everywhere. He doesn’t like to wear good clothes. He has a cigarette in his mouth. He looks very sloppy, but his eyes are really sharp. If you look closely, there is still some disdain - mainly towards the Duke of Latvia.
He is now in the workshop, where he has performed hundreds of surgeries, successfully familiarized himself with the techniques he received, and completed the transformation of those civilians with mud-legged bodies.
His technique also improved as a result.
Vladimir looked at the work room on the monitor and asked doubtfully, with a bit of irritation in his tone: "What do you mean offline? What line? Why is there a loud noise in the sky? Can it thunder in broad daylight? "
". A sonic boom? What is a sonic boom? What kind of witchcraft are you talking about?
Anton ignored the illiterate and immediately returned to the operating table.
“Something is attacking our camp. What is this?”
Anton kept calling cameras near the disconnection point: some of these cameras were placed near the stronghold, and some Just on those guards.
The high-speed camera could almost only capture a black shadow - some extremely fast object fell from the sky and killed the huge Rhino mecha in an instant.
Although the image is very blurry, judging from the outline, it is a dark shadow of a human figure.
It matched perfectly with the target image his employer had sent him: a super combat armor that could fight in the air, powered by some technology that the Stark family had stolen from his father!
“It seems that the target we are looking for has come out on his own, and he is still alive and kicking.”
“Is this the rogue man worth billions? I must capture him, this This transaction is too profitable.”
Anton became more and more speechless about his temporary client:
“It’s worth billions”, “It’s too profitable”, “It’s unruly”.< br>
This lord has a mysterious arrogance and is very stupid. In the Soviet Union, even primary school students may be more educated than him. Although Lear is Anton's mission target and enemy, all fools know that if you can buy the head of "Doctor Doom" for a few billion, it may be the most profitable project in the universe.
Although this guy's worth has not been calculated, before the Berry Kingdom split, his worth was estimated to be in the trillions level.
The whole Latvia is not as expensive as Dr. Doom's hair to tie up. I really don't know where this illiterate person got his confidence. He also thinks that he is his "trickster".
To be able to match his value, it can only be myself. I, the destroyer of Doctor Doom!
Perhaps the look of disdain was too obvious this time, so Vladimir got angry directly: "What's that expression on your face?! I'm warning you, my Iron Knight was bought by your master with real money!
Give me more Iron Knights now, now that that guy jumps out, we're going to catch him! Catch my billions!
I'm going to dig deep and search every inch! Land."
Anton completely ignored this idiot and began to carry out the final training of his own design without saying a word, while mobilizing the troops
He saw this mobilization on the surveillance camera. Interesting stuff:
I saw those hungry and frightened refugees appearing outside the stronghold with firearms!
【Go to hell! Vladimir's lackey! 】
【Bitch, I'm here to take your life! 】
【Hang the Duke! 】
【For the king! 】
Anton was stunned by this scene: How could these guys turn from refugees into thugs all of a sudden?
No
Anton looked at them again and saw that although these guys were dressed in tatters and had sallow faces and skinny muscles, they were much more energetic and crazy.
More importantly, there are flags behind them
A group of guys whose equipment is not good, but at least they have AKs and flags; a group of guys who can still see fear and fear, but more There are many guys who are angry, determined, and risk their lives
An idea appeared in his mind: these people are not refugees, let alone thugs.
These are resistance forces.
“Are you deaf?”
The noisy Duke is still barking.
Anton picked his ears and said impatiently: "Don't you know how to read it yourself? You still need to look for it? They have already knocked on the door!"
Vladimir looked at the screen after hearing this, with an incredible expression on his face: the sheep actually pointed his weapon at his soldiers!
This is as insulting as waving an iron pipe in his face and pouring engine oil on his face!
He was mad!
"Kill them! Kill them! Kill them all, and those who are still alive will be sold abroad as before!!!"
Anton directly turned off the communication, and even Locked Vladimir in his own palace.
Although it was necessary for work, he couldn't stand this brainless idiot anymore.
[Sender: Anton Vanke]
[Recipient: Big Boss]
[Anton Vanke: The person you are looking for has arrived, but he seems With those muddy legs, the civil war started again. 】
[Anton Vanke: Since he has disrupted Latveria’s internal affairs, I am going to start peacekeeping. 】
[Big Boss: Just do it. 】
(End of this chapter)