Reborn Financial Overlord

"..."

One will be a million bones.

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?"

"..."

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

30 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.”

"..."

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."

"..."

Chapter 39 Dreamlike

Dreams are sometimes vague and unreal.

It may be that there is no trace of a dream, or it may fly in the vast world, or even become a superman, punching and kicking anyone who doesn't like it.

But Peng San had never had such an absurd dream.

Never.

The roaring convertible military jeep roared and drove towards the central area of ​​the garrison base.On the snow-covered road, armed personnel carriers parked together one after another, making people dazzled.

The armored vehicles of the entire armored division are neatly arranged hundreds of meters long, covered in dark green under the snow, but people can still feel their vigor and arrogance from the heart.

Missiles and non-missiles are displayed in the vast central area of ​​the defense. The five-meter-long white represents terrifying lethality.

Gradually, the car slowed down and drove slowly. A senior colonel in his 40s on the co-pilot turned around and started talking to Peng San.

"What do you think of this? Buy three get one free."

FUCK.

What the hell do I want this shit for?

Lao Tzu is here to travel.

Involuntarily, Peng San looked at Zheng Zheng who was next to him. Now, he couldn't figure out if he was dreaming.

If it wasn't a dream, how could he openly enter other people's garrison base? If it wasn't a dream, how could he see these things.

Zheng Zheng is not bad, after all, he has seen big scenes. In Angola, he personally boarded the main armored vehicle of the Allied Forces. However, the good things are limited.

$30 for an armored vehicle is simply the price of cabbage.

Cheap, really cheap.

Without even thinking about it, Zheng Zhengbi made an OK gesture.

The senior officer in the co-pilot was very happy, and it was really cool that a pile of scrap iron could be sold for so much money.

Soon, the car drove into the anti-bomb bunker area in the center of the base. As the car stopped, a group of people walked to the bunker area.

The heavy mountain rock steel structure bunkers, one of the bunkers has a huge steel door open, and a dark green armed military helicopter parked quietly inside the bunker.

The Mi-24 "Hind" armed helicopter can carry a large number of missiles, rockets, etc., and can also carry infantry to fight. It is a very fierce aerial killer.

Of course, that was before.

The current Mi-24 "Hind" is a pure piece of scrap iron.

"Want to try?"

Try?

Peng San felt that his mind was going to be disconnected.

Can you try this too?

10 minutes later, the armed helicopter that never started rose into the sky, and the sound of the propeller drove away the feeling of sleep and made people feel real.

"Dude. Click here."

Under the guidance of the helicopter pilot, Peng San moved his finger to a red button.

"That's right. Here it is. Now, press down."

Like a ghost, Peng San clicked the red button, and then, a 57mm rocket was fired. The strong firing speed caused the armed helicopter to suffer a shock, and it couldn't help shaking slightly.

boom--

The rocket hit the Gasang off-road vehicle 200 meters away, and it was immediately blown into the air, bursting into fiery red flames, and the surrounding doors and windows were blown to pieces.The violent explosion sounded, sweeping through the air wave, raising a puff of thick smoke, and the air wave also carried the high heat generated during the explosion, making people feel the horror of destroying everything.

This really isn't a dream.

Everything happened so fast, almost in the blink of an eye.

Peng San couldn't help but swallowed the saliva in his mouth, he didn't know whether he was crazy or the world was crazy.This is the most powerful country here, he actually played with a gunship here like a toy, and even pressed the rocket launcher with his own hands, it's just so fucking...

"Brother. You have seen the effect. $20, no discount."

"OK."

"Ha ha......"

"..."

The colonel laughed heartily, and the joy in his eyes was clearly visible.

The 45-year Cold War has plunged the East and the West into a fierce arms race and confrontation. After the Star Wars, the most powerful weapon in human history has been produced here.

However, war never really broke out.

In the No. [-] weapons warehouse, densely packed Nikov submachine guns are placed on the weapon rack. The dark gun body reflects the faint luster under the light, which makes people feel frightened.

But Bobby didn't feel any shock, only indescribable surprise.

The environment can often determine a person's ideals.

Poppy Alimovich Kurishenko's father, Boris, is a Jew. He and his wife live in Georgia. Poppy is their only child.

Bobby's childhood dream was to become a factory manager, which meant that he could gain people's respect and special power.Under the conditions of a planned economy and a shortage economy, these respects and privileges are very specific and vivid. It may mean bread and milk, or it may mean cars and big houses.

On the other side are endless shopping queues and all kinds of distribution notes.

In order to realize this dream, Bobby wants to become an elite under the existing social conditions and rules of the game. He has been a good boy since he was a child.

Until, the Georgian Civil War broke out.

Bobby's parents died in the flames of war.

Since then, Bobby Alimovich Kurishenko's ideals have changed.

He wanted to be rich because he felt that poverty was the cause of the Civil War, and poverty had no right to life.

So many guns, as long as they are sold, they are all money.

"Uncle. How many guns are there here?"

How many guns?

There is so much equipment for one warehouse and one battalion that it is impossible to count it all at once with the naked eye.

Dimich Kurishenko took a sip of his wine, picked up the library book and glanced at it.

"Fifty thousand sticks."

Bobby was taken aback, somewhat disbelieving what old Kurishenko said.

"Fifty thousand? I don't think there must be fifty thousand. It seems pitifully small. There are only ten thousand at most."

The old Kurishenko couldn't help but wondered if he was drunk and misread it. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the statistics again.

fifty thousand.

"That's right. It is indeed fifty thousand. It was counted not long ago. It can't be wrong."

Bobby was amused by the seriousness of old Kurishenko.

"Uncle. As much as we say is as much, who knows there will be a difference?"

"..."

Old Kurishenko was dumbfounded and didn't know how to answer the conversation for a moment.

Bobby let out a deep sigh.

"A battalion only has [-] guns, and your inventory is pitifully small. I think you should go to the factory to order."

"..."

For wealth, the Jews have an incomprehensible attachment to ordinary people.

As Soros said, among the Jewish people, never borrow money from relatives or friends, even if they have big gold teeth inlaid in their mouths.

Walking out of the weapon warehouse and looking at his GAZ off-road vehicle that was blown to pieces, Bobby Alimovich Kurishenko felt like he was going crazy.

It was an old car he bought for [-] rubles. Although it was a bit dilapidated, it had always performed very well. Now, it had turned into a scorched scrap of iron.

"Damn Ravitch, it's my car, how can you let them blow it up."

Staring, with veins on his neck, growling.

Bobby's acting skills can be said to be impeccable.

But as an agent, the basic skill is to see through the hearts of others.

Peng Er simply opened the suitcase he had been carrying all along.

The empty suitcase was one kilogram, and now it weighs five kilograms. Inside, there are stacks of neat dark green banknotes.

US dollars.

All in dollars.

A whole $100 million.

In an instant, Bobby's eyes were all green, he hugged Peng Er excitedly, and said sincerely.