As Jiang Chen said, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Ghost agents have helped the Russian 21 Security Agency deliver weapons and equipment to the opposition in Germany for almost a year, but so far, they have not found a suitable opportunity to use these weapons. Both the insurrectionists and Russian intelligence personnel are waiting for an opportunity to defeat the Rothschild family at once.

And now, the opportunity has emerged.

"Former researcher at the Institute of Rothschild Bank revealed that illegal research on suspected human experiments and brainwashing is conclusive"

"The German Chancellor Peter Rich may be manipulated by a mysterious organization? Revealing the story that Masonic and European integration has to be told"

"The European media collectively silenced, the poor people living in lies"

"It's just farting! When did the New York Times start to participate in these irrelevant reports."

He threw the newspaper on the table hard, and Carmen rubbed his chin with his hand. Through the haze in his pupils, he could see that he was not very happy at this moment.

It is true that the Institute of Golden Apple Engineering is studying brainwashing technology, but the world is so conscience that he has not used brainwashing technology to those politicians. Of course, if the brain experts under his command can achieve a 100% success rate, he would not mind doing this. But if it cannot be 100%, just explaining where the missing public figures went would be a headache for him.

Standing at Carmen's desk, his secretary hesitated and spoke up for reports.

"The news was uploaded from the news channel of Future People 1.o. At first, the relevant reports were spread on the Internet and were finally reproduced by print media. Not only the New York Times, but also the global media are now reporting news related to the research report. Now our institute's door has been surrounded by protesters, requiring the opening of the institute to disclose the truth. There are even radical protesters throwing bricks and burning into the door. Flasks, and the research work has stalled..."

"Take a company of people over and bring our new equipment. I ask those who stay there to keep their safety safe are good players in our mercenary company," Carmen looked at Johnson standing beside him and said in a deep voice, "Your only task is to guard the institute. If someone breaks into private territory, shoot them!"

"Yes." Johnson stood attentively and bowed.

"I am frank, this is not the best choice..." The secretary was originally planning to say something, but was stared back by Carmen with his eyes, so he had to spread his hands and take two steps back, "Okay, if it's what you mean."

After bowing respectfully, the secretary turned around and left the office.

The office quieted again. After Carmen pondered for a long time, he handed his eyes to Johnson again.

"Has the traitor been confirmed?"

"Steven Radnech, a researcher at the 7th Institute of the Golden Apple Mass Production Project, has locked his identity information." Johnson said standing next to his desk.

"Where is the person now?" Carmen said with a gloomy face.

“In the new country.”

"Where is his family?"

"He had moved to Russia before he left the country and is now probably reunited with him in the new country."

Rearing against the chair, Carmen fell into silence.

The power of the Freemason in the new country is almost the same as a blank. It is not impossible to kill someone there, but the efforts and rewards are completely inconsistent. Even if you kill Steven, you cannot make any changes to the current scandal. Instead, some people may use it as the material for the next hype.

At this moment, the cell phone placed on the table vibrated.

After the phone was shaken for three seconds, Carmen reached out and picked up the phone, pressed the switch button and placed it in his ear. It was not necessary to see that the caller knew that the call must have been called by the guy Peterry.

"God...what did you do? What happened to human experiments? What you said to me at the beginning..."

"It's all refugees, and they don't have household registration. Okay, put away your hypocritical sympathy, Mr. Peterley. Now I'm complaining to me, so calm down and think about it. What should I do now to avoid this scandal."

"Hey, wait, man, that news said you were doing brainwashing experiments..."

"What, Mr. Peter, do you want to be a volunteer in the laboratory?" Carmen smiled sinisterly, scaring Peterri so much that he quickly closed his mouth.

"Don't ask if you shouldn't. It's better to use your brain to think about it before asking. If I really plan to brainwash you, can you still call me in this tone now?"

After scolding this, Carmen hung up the phone and threw it back on the table.

...

The mountainous area in southern Bavaria, Germany, is the border area where Germany and Austria intersect. Deep in the deserted woods, a small wooden house that seemed to have been abandoned for a long time was crowded with people at this moment.

The smell of tobacco burning obscures the moldy smell of rotten wood. Handfuls of polished automatic rifles and ammunition are piled up in the corners of the walls and tables. Two maps are placed on the wooden table with mushrooms already growing in the corners of the table. One is a transportation map of Bavaria, and the other is a blueprint of a research institute.

"That's how the plan is." The German man pinched a marker in his hand, outlined symbols like abd on the map, and marked the route of action with lines and arrows. "A sniper will support us at that time, but it will be up to us to enter the facility."

"What should I do with the security system? If they lock the door of the institute internally, we can't carry enough explosives to explode," said a bearded German.

"Use this," the Germanic leader took out a U disk from his pocket. "There will be a hacker to assist us in remote operations. As long as we plug it into the computer in the guard room, their security system will be ours."

"Can't they get me some decent drones? For example, the ones that appear on the Ukrainian battlefield can hang guns at the bottom." As they fiddled with the beta-3 drone in their hand, a rebel soldier couldn't help but complain.

In the future, among all the UAV export models, only the beta-3 UAV has the widest export range. However, this is a civilian-grade UAV after all. If you want to use this thing for military purposes, you have to undergo a certain degree of modification.

"Satisfied, this is our country. You can't expect others to fulfill all our obligations."

After saying that, the leader patted the map on the table, looked around the soldiers present, and said in a serious tone.

"Brothers, we have been waiting for almost a year for this day."

"Tomorrow we will set foot on the battlefield, and I hope you have not forgotten the training you will receive abroad."
Chapter completed!