Stephanie completely agreed to the plan, which was the rare time when she directly agreed with Victor von Doom.

She knows the virtues of the white left, after all, the Columbia University where she studied in the past gave birth to the Frankfurt School, the original prototype of the modern white left. As the chief of the interior department, she has no way to waste her clerks and administrators on those meaningless things. Now Latvinia still has a lot of work to do, such as census, vaccination, distribution of translation equipment and personal data terminals, establishing adult schools, building temporary houses, recruiting locals and cooperating with the Ministry of Military Affairs to form the Ministry of Justice, and conducting public health construction. The person responsible for handling these tasks is her and her subordinates. When she participated in the late-night meeting, a clerk under her had already died of overwork, and she didn't even have time to sign a death notice, and even she had to hurry up and sleep.

This is the last document signed by Salomon on the day. From then on, the liberals on the Balkans will experience the freest living environment in the world, which is the prey of the weak and the law of the fittest to survive. The law of the fittest - the white leftists' combat effectiveness is too poor. If sent to the United States, they will not cause trouble to the authorities at all, because they do not even have the courage to commit crimes. They only dare to sit quietly and protest, raise banners and make noises. If thrown on the African savanna, then those who have experienced the cruel screening of nature can also take them to the training camp of genetically modified soldiers for surgery. As long as they can walk down from the operating table, they will be able to contribute to their betrayal ideals. The attitude of the Immortal City has always been to not waste any resources, even idiots can find a purpose.

The intelligence department, as his eyes, stared at the U.S. Atlantic aircraft carrier formation sailing towards Europe.

The conflict takes time to brew, the fire of revenge is spreading, and all work is ready, just waiting for the order to be issued. Now Latovigna is in chaos, and Salomon does not allow the betrayal of his allies at this time. After a brief rest, the war will be rekindled. According to the combat plan, this process will not last long - it is a brand new way of combat, a universal way of combat in the universe. History is a cycle. No matter how science and technology develop, when both sides have protective means enough to resist the opponent's long-range strike force, powerful individual combat capabilities and close combat means will become the factor that determines the direction of the war, unless there is another epoch-making attack method. The Asgardians adopted this method of combat because their ability to deliver troops does not require long-range strike weapons, and they can directly strike the enemy's long-range strike weapon operators.

This is also the combat method that Salomon is best at. Kama Taj's research on time gemstones and space gemstones has built an entire knowledge system. Coupled with the supreme mage's teachings (actually, throwing the book to him and asking him to learn by himself), he has been training his abilities since he was a child, relying on his talent and hard work in Kama Taj for his erudition and combat ability.

But before the battle plan was carried out, Salomon had some things to do. Sixteen hours was the time he left for himself, and it was also the time for others to prepare for the next stage.

Berenita slowly opened her eyes and opened her eyes in the morning light leaking from the gaps between the curtains. She sniffed, broke away from Joan of Arc's arms, which were tightly held like an octopus, and turned to look at the tall figure sitting at the head of the bed. She did not express surprise at Salomon's size, because she had known Salomon that she had this ability, and the private game between the two had long allowed her to understand Salomon's ability clearly.

"There is a smell of blood in your armor." She said in a husky voice, "When will you go back to the manor?"

"At three o'clock in the morning, there was an hour difference between Latovigna and Oxfordshire." Salomon held Beyonita's arm and picked up the pillow for her as a cushion. Although the fingers were wrapped with alloys and machinery, the Witch obviously had no objection to it. Instead, she was surprised that Salomon could control the power armor so accurately. "I'm sorry that I couldn't go home for dinner last night. I made a fried pork chop in the kitchen and prepared today's breakfast. I hope Dinah wouldn't mind me robbing her job."

"Have you been working in the study until now? Don't feel so guilty. You have already said this. Joan of Arc and I didn't wait for you." The witch saw Salomon's emotions at a glance. "But that girl and Lorna made the manor uneasy last night because they didn't see you. If you can't come back on time tonight, remember to record a video in advance. I dare not tell them that the guy who has turned Europe upside down is you. Their trouble talent is already strong enough and you don't need to learn from you anymore."

When Salomon heard Beyonita treat his behavior the day before as a trick or affair, he smiled knowingly.

Only by being by the witch can he temporarily get rid of the heavy cause that makes him breathless and temporarily get rid of the slavery of responsibility. He knew that his actions would affect a large number of innocent people, and he also knew that he had to do so in order to save more lives, but this was not the reason why he could be numb to the disappearance of life. Every moment he was torturing his soul, carrying severe pain from the soul, without regret, holding up his proud head, the crown given by Athena did not allow him to lower his head, and the prophecy given by the Supreme Master did not allow him to stop.

When the witch reached out to stroke his cheek, his frozen heart melted in an instant like ice cubes under the scorching sun. The steel-like soul melted into iron in the furnace, turning into hot tears at the corners of his eyes. The snow-white curtain draped on him, washing away the blood on the holy skeleton cloth, as if the air became quiet. For a long time, he knelt in front of the bed, closed his eyes tightly, enjoying the warmth of the witch's palm, and the two were speechless.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! He does not believe in God, but the witch is his church, and only here can he repent. He can clearly feel that this body has become a cage and the chances of dancing with his loved ones will be less and less. Without the witch, he does not know how far he will be from the definition of "humanity".

"Come hot tea?" she asked softly in Salomon's ear.

"Tea?" Joan of Arc opened his eyes in a daze, stretching his nose like a small animal, pointing at the teacup that emits a sweet smell. Berenta could tell at a glance that her eyes were not useful at all. Generally speaking, it was still a long way from her wake-up time. She was like a sleepy child. It was often when Salomon and Berenta finished breakfast and were preparing for morning exercises. Joan of Arc would rush into the restaurant with her messy white hair and ate and drank. Even after adopting the child or Little Lorna moved into the manor, she still did not change her bad living habits and did her best to enjoy every moment of sweet sleep.

"Add honey." At this moment, Berenita had finished washing up, and was wearing a black lace skirt full of steam. Salomon brought the tea and breakfast and left. Joan of Arc could only smell the metal smell in the air. Even so, she could still tell what was going on, because the only thing that smelled like this in the manor was the power armor. "We are going to prepare for morning exercises." Berenita said, "Get up quickly, you have to participate."

Joan of Arc stretched and glanced at the high heels that Benitati had in his hand, "Or Tango?"
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