USSR 1991

"Slaughter livestock, prepare hamburgers, open the White House to welcome Trump, Trump won't pay for his election."

"The Statue of Liberty opened her eyes suddenly, and the whole world will rebel against Trump."

He smiled, lightly.

Trump, who is nearly seventy years old, took a deep breath and took the last step.

The spotlight blinded him a little, and the waves of voices flooded his eardrums.

America, here I come!

Not counting extra episodes (2)

[Chairman Chuan is on stage! 】

A curse, the dreaded curse of the red ghost, haunts the European continent.

It was like a curse that resounded across the five continents and four oceans, the sleeping giant was awakened by this whisper, the rushing stream converged into a rough red wave, and a world-shaking tsunami swept across the free world, covering the sky and covering the earth .

Moscow, Red Square.

The soldiers standing guard at the gate of the Kremlin wiped their blurred eyes, thinking they were hallucinating.

He saw a bearded man with a bald head exactly like those on the portraits and sculptures, walking towards the gate of the Kremlin one after the other.He was about to reach out to stop them, but was stopped by the figure appearing beside him.

President Vladimir stood beside him, lowering the muzzle of his ready-to-raise gun.

"Put down the gun, my soldier, don't mess around."

"They are the savior of Russia."

The leader of the Russian Empire gives a young soldier a piece of advice.

"You have done well, Comrade Vladimir."

Then Vladimir lowered his head and said softly, "This is what I should do."

The bearded man took off the pipe in the corner of his mouth, and looked at the red five-pointed star on the highest floor of the Kremlin building.

Pride.

"Unbreakable alliance, I'm back."

Young students of the University of Berlin feel the solemn atmosphere in the library of this century-old school.

Few linger in the philosophical zone anymore.

Only he was alone, listening to the teachings of his philosophical ancestors.

He is from Trier, a city in the Rhineland-Palatinate province, and he has seen the government flattering those shameless refugees.He once said that the welfare society does not represent socialism.

I have also argued in class with university professors who teach classical philosophy that death does not belong to the working class.

He walked quickly through the rows of heavy books that accumulated over the years.He was not immersed in Hegel's dialectics, Feuerbach's materialism, or Kant's critique of pure reason.Instead, he turned his attention to another area, those books that no one had gone through and were covered with dust.

"Das Kapital"

The Communist Manifesto

The red lettering stung his eyes.

self-mumbling.

"The ghost, the ghost that haunts the Continent is not gone."

He was a hero in the Communist Revolutionary Movement of the Third World and a symbol of the left-wing movement in the West.

Cuba and South America once regarded him as a representative of rebellion against the old era.

And now?

South America has fallen into a paradise of drugs and crime, and the slums of Rio de Janeiro in Colombia are the masters of this dark continent, blood-sucking ephemeral species.

No one dared to resist their brutality.

Those who shouted for justice are dead.

Or dismembered, drowned, the police only found stumps and fragments.

He gazed at the land he once loved for so long, so long that he forgot, faith and soul.

His good friend, Takenaka appeared in front of him again and brought him a plan.

"First, execute the group cancer that oppresses the people of South America, leaving no one behind."

"Second, to overthrow the rule of an incompetent and corrupt bourgeois government."

"Third, embrace the red dawn of a new era."

Takenaka, who was once a member of the Japanese Red Army, lit a cigarette and patted the opponent on the shoulder.

"It's time for our great revolution."