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"Do you need to notify President William?" Paris asked cautiously.

"No, don't inform him and you must not let him know this." Elliot suddenly became a little painful: "William has changed, he has become so strange. At the beginning, we used all the power to make him the youngest president in American history, but I never thought that William would start a war against the Germans in any case. If Mrs. Hermione was still alive, she would be very sad. The Baroness would be very sad. And I know, the saddest one was the Baron."

Paris sighed softly, and he fully understood Elliot's mood at this moment.

Mr. Elliott and President William were best friends, but now, the pair have become seriously opposed by the war between the United States and Germany.

If it weren't for fear of the strength of the Wittgenstein family, Paris believed that the president would have attacked Elliott.

Mr. Elliot never thought that William would become like this.

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"Go and do what you should do, I want to be quiet." Elliot sat down after saying that, and when Paris left, his head raised to the sky, as if there was Mrs. Hermione watching him. Elliot murmured:

"Madam, I was not able to take good care of William. When we tried our best to let him hold the highest power in the United States, we never thought about this day. I knew why this happened, but I couldn't tell others. I longed for the return of the Baron, but I was afraid of the Baron I saw because I didn't know how to face him. I didn't know how to tell the Baron why William became like this."

After saying this, he was silent for a while. After a long time, he whispered: "But, I think the baron must know that he is not lonely, and will never be lonely. The seeds he once sowed have taken root and sprouted, and have grown into towering trees. Countless people will fight for him to the end..."

Yes, the baron must know that he is not lonely, he will never be lonely. The seeds he once sowed have taken root and sprouted, and have grown into towering trees. Countless people will fight for him to the end.

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In Europe and the United States, countless people are silently assisting him.

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After a "bang" gunshot, the man fell into a pool of blood.

"Mr. Kasanovich, he is dead."

"Dispose his body, I really hate seeing blood." Kasanovic frowned: "Poor policeman, why do you always keep staring at us? In the United States

There are not many policemen as upright as you, and I really can't bear to kill you."

"Mr. Kasanovich, I don't know if you are interested?"

"Why do you always like to speak halfway through Popoka? I don't like you like this."

Mr. Kasanovic, in a dissatisfied tone, told Popoca to say quickly: "Look, I have such a temper. You really should punish me well. I heard an incredible thing, which is the skeleton baron you used to say, is said to have come back to life."

"What? What did you say?" Kasanovic, the king of the New York gangster who had always been extremely calm in his eyes, suddenly became extremely excited and stood up suddenly: "Damn it, tell me again!"

Popoka was frightened, and he thought he had offended Mr. Kasanovich: "I also said through people in the police station that the Skeleton Baron was said to have really lived and he appeared on the battlefield to command the German army."

Kasanovic sat down slowly without saying a word. His men looked at each other, not knowing what happened to Mr. Kasanovic.

"Many, many years ago, I was still a poor boy who was not a single person." Casanovic suddenly said slowly: "But I met someone who changed my life. He made me the king of New York. No, the real king of New York is not me, but him!"

Walking out of the Italian restaurant, Mr. Moyor-Enst.

Breme put on his hat: "Kasanovich, I have helped you set up a separate account in the bank. You can get it anytime and anywhere. The ones below depend on your own."

"I will work hard to do it, and I will never let you down." Kasanovic's eyes were filled with gratitude: "I really don't know how to thank you, Mr. Ernst."

"Thank you, your father. If he hadn't helped me back then, you wouldn't have stood in front of me like now." Wang Weiyi's words were filled with some emotion: "I am the famous Count of Monte Cristo. If you have mercy, I will repay you. If you have vengeance, I will also take revenge."

"Where are you going now, Mr. Baron?"

"I have to leave, leave New York." Guo Yunfeng and Elina, who were waiting in the distance, looked at Ernst.

Breme smiled faintly: "Pretain New York in your own hands, Kasanovich, sooner or later you will become the king of New York."

"No, you are the king of New York, everything I do is to serve you...

Yes, he is the real king of New York, and everything he does is to serve Mr. Ernst.

He has control over the entire New York City, and even his people are in the police station. In New York, he can do whatever he wants.

There is only one thing he always thought he could never do it again:

Meet your benefactor Ernst again.

Baron Bryme.

"I am the famous Count of Monte Cristo. If you have mercy, I will repay you. If you have vengeance, I will also take revenge!"

Mr. Ernst's words have been in his mind for so many years.

I will repay those who have kindness, and I will also take revenge if I have revenge!

Now, Mr. Baron is back, and it is his turn to repay his kindness. Yes, he is just a gang leader, not as powerful as a politician, but even gangsters have their own ways. And he is sure that Mr. Baron will like to do this. It must be!

"Get all of us together, I'm going to hold an emergency meeting." Casanovic said slowly: "No one is allowed to be absent from every leader, otherwise I will be very upset."

His men were even more surprised. This would be a grand event for the Kasanovic gang. But what exactly did Mr. Kasanovic want to do? Why is he so abnormal today? Unfortunately, no one will give them an answer!

The Baron must know that he is not lonely, he will never be lonely. The seeds he once sowed have taken root and sprouted, and have grown into towering trees. Countless people will fight for him to the end.

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Chapter completed!