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

A shabby Kasang off-road vehicle drove to the Odyssey defender base. The guards with live ammunition at the door were like decorations, allowing the car to roar through the gate and rushed into the base gate.

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

Tupolev and Miguel fighter fleets docked in a row on the base runway. The suspended load missiles made people clearly know that they were not toys. The 24pu1 armed helicopter unit smeared in the army green was hung with a 57mm and 122mm rocket launch nest underneath, a huge armored tank vehicle as big as a steel beast, and its faint gun barrel seemed to glow, making people feel palpitations.

Peng San felt that his brain was not enough.

He always thought that young people who dared to sell arms when they saw people casually on the street were just second-hand dealers or third-hand dealers, and were not members of the community.

But now, he entered the Black Sea Military's guard base in a noble manner.

This is even more dreamy than dreaming.

The Odyssey garage base is very large, and it took ten minutes before the car drove to a place that seemed to be an office area.

Poby Alimovich Curishenko, the second dealer who was not in the eyes of Peng San, stepped on the accelerator and stopped the car.

"Hi. Guys, believe what I said."

Can you not believe it?

Peng San looked at the various war tools at the base in a daze, his head was confused. Thinking about what Curryshenko said, he still couldn't believe everything he encountered.

Zheng Zheng has gone further and his horizons are broader than Peng San who has been staying in Hong Kong. What he has seen and done along the way has made him feel something is wrong.

How could ordinary arms dealers bring them into the Odyssey defending base?

really.

"Zheng. Are you surprised?"

A slightly familiar voice came from behind, and 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 Shavich, the two had secretly called. Obviously, this was the person Shen Jiannan asked him to come to Ukraine to wait.

No one understands why Peng Er appeared in the most tight defending base in Odessa.

But this doesn't matter.

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

"Hello, comrade."

Ha ha--

Zheng Zheng’s serious name made Marat Shavich laugh. He hadn’t heard such a title for a long time.

"Zheng. You are so humorous. But I am not a comrade. I have never been interested in men."

"Okay. What's going on."

Marat Shavich smiled and pointed at Pobi Alimovich and Curishenko to introduce him.

"He is General Curishenko's nephew. I just talked to the general about something, so I ask him to pick you up."

Pause.

Marat Shavich leaned over and lowered his voice to Zheng Zheng's ear and added in Chinese.

“He is Jewish.”

What are Jews?

The definition of the judaism law "Haraka" is that all those who convert to Judaism and those born to Jewish mothers belong to Jewish people.

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

Human habits are always contagious, and Zheng Zheng unconsciously learned someone's movements and raised his eyebrows.

Poby Alimovich Curishenko ignored the whispers of the two, took out a cigarette and lit it, and asked at Marat Shavich.

"How are you talking to my uncle?"

Marat Shavich shrugged.

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

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

After saying that, Pobi Alimovich Curishenko took the lead and walked towards the office of the defending base.

"Zheng, do you think Curryshenko can convince his uncle?"

Zheng Zhenggang came here, so he knew nothing and could only tell honestly.

"I have no idea."

"I think he can convince the old Curishenko that there is only this descendant of that guy. I believe he will make a choice?"

Since ancient times, heroes and famous generals have not been allowed to see white hair on earth.

Once upon a time, Demichi Curishenko was a well-known hero of the Soviet military, leading hundreds of thousands of troops, which made it hard for European countries to breathe.

At that time, how proud and glorious the old Curishenko was.

But now, he is old.

His hair was gray, his waist was no longer straight, and his face was covered with wrinkles.

Looking at his elderly uncle, Curishhenko's eyes were filled with regret. His parents died in the war, and it was the old Curishhenko who raised him, who was alone all his life and never enjoyed his life well.

"Uncle, can you not be so stubborn? There are so many things in the warehouse, and who will know if we sell a little?"

"This is the government's property, and I don't have the right to sell these things."

"God, uncle, go and see what life your subordinates live, they have no salary for several months, and the weapons that were missing in the warehouse, who do you think sold them?"

“…”

"That's the soldier who trusts you the most, the soldiers who hand over their lives to your hands. Just let them live that kind of life? Uncle, do you know how much a bottle of vodka is now? It's so cold this winter and there's no salary, how do you let their family live?"

“…”

One general succeeds and thousands of bones are woven.

But there are a few people who are not flesh-shaped.

For hostile forces, Old Curishenko is a devil that is hated, but for his soldiers, Jean is the most respectable person.

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

I picked up the wine pot in my hand and poured a sip of wine. The inferior and spicy thorn made my throat hot.

"Bobby, I know what you said. But I need to report it to my superiors."

Poppy was going crazy.

"Uncle, who do you report to? Do you want to Moscow? Go and look at the national flag in the yard. Starting last week, Moscow has become a foreign country. Do you want to report to Moscow?"

“…”

Old Curryshenko's eyes flashed with confusion, and he didn't even know how to refute.

Thirty years ago, he joined the army and fought for the country almost his whole life. His faith made him stronger. For the country, he had no time to talk about love. For the country, he fought against hostile forces for half his life.

However, the country is gone.

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

He picked up the pot full of liquor and fed it a few sips. The loyalty that had been rooted in his bones made Old Curryshenko subconsciously refute.

"There are new countries. New flags, new leaders. I want to report to them."

Poppy gritted his teeth.

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

"Uncle, can you wake up? Be more aware, look at the newspaper, and see what the new leaders in the newspaper are doing. They are busy inheriting their inheritance, fighting for villas by the beach, and grabbing money. No one cares about these. The leaders you are familiar with no longer care about, but those who are in charge can't control anything."

“…”

Curishenko refused to answer, and took a few more violent mouthfuls with the wine pot.

Although he didn't want to know the news outside, the military's intelligence agencies were still there, and he just wanted to know the news outside.

"You have spent your whole life in a country that no longer exists. Isn't it better than guys who have done nothing? What they can have, why can't you?"

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

"Uncle. I want an aunt. I have never had a mother since I was a child. Can't you let me feel maternal love?"

Poppy had red eyes, tears, and roaring.

Curishenko looked at his nephew whom he had raised, and a hint of emotion returned to his dark and confused eyes.

"I think. You're right."

“…”
Chapter completed!