Chapter 1331 - 432: A Treacherous Villain Masquerades as Loyalty (Part 2)

Chapter 1331: Chapter 432: A Treacherous Villain Masquerades as Loyalty (Part 2)

Yes, the government is urging domestic enterprises to pool funds and place orders with armed companies to lease armies for warfare. Such an abstract concept is the true color of this era.

As early as the early 21st century, France took the lead in privatizing its military, allowing anyone to pay for military protection, under the guise of liberalization.

This move resulted in a short-term rapid rise in GDP, and the government no longer needed to pay a large military expenditure annually, shifting this burden onto society.

Then, other countries rushed to imitate and completed their military transformations. The days when the national government could order you to enlist with a single edict are gone for good.

The subsequent breakdown in order, military degradation, and grassroots turmoil were just minor pains of the era, and could be endured.

Honestly, when Lin Miao read about this part of history, he laughed bitterly.

A group of such insects

A group of such insects has ruled the world for almost sixty years!

Damn it, how did the world get so messed up?

Have all the righteous people damn well died out?

But no matter how Lin Miao raged impotently, he couldn’t change the reality that the European Community was currently the world’s most powerful military alliance.

At least compared to others, they had a terrifying first-mover and technological advantage.

If nothing else, just the sight of hundreds of fighter jets taking off and landing on floating airships, with heaps of well-equipped Power Armor being stuffed into ship cabins, gets the blood boiling.

Our great Europe boasts strong soldiers and sturdy ships armed to the teeth. Isn’t capturing Cuba as easy as turning a hand?

Lin Miao must be fully prepared; relying solely on the Horizon Corporation, the Ye family, and Huang Ban is not enough to oppose the European Community. No one knows how many nuclear bombs or genetic viruses they might drop on Cuban soil.

He must seek more willing fools to join in, striving to maintain balance on the global front, continuing to bleed the capital groups in Europe and even the entire world.

Europe’s financial markets can also begin financial operations now.

Sure enough, the cyberpunk world needs a higher dose of vaccines.

As for what the vaccine is,

Of course, it’s the players. Could it possibly be me?

Perhaps it’s time to open more respawn points.

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One week ago

Which will come first, tomorrow or unforeseen events?

Wheelchair Sprint thinks unforeseen events will come first.

Because nothing could be more unexpected than his current situation.

Wheelchair Sprint was leading a group of routed soldiers towards Havana, and as they ran, more people joined. Other routed soldiers saw there was a large group, so they squeezed in too. By the time they reached Havana, there were already hundreds.

When this group reached the radar view of the outer defenses of Havana, the garrison officer was almost scared to death, thinking those madmen had advanced so quickly, killing their way from Da Haguai to Havana without even catching their breath.

It was only after getting a clear understanding of the newcomers’ identities that he managed to hold his bladder.

Even so, they still didn’t dare let these routed soldiers get too close, instructing them to set up camp nearby, as who knew if there was an insider among them.

Besides, even without an insider, routed soldiers could easily impact the morale of others.

In the temporary camp, while others were huddled elsewhere gnawing on protein blocks, West Fire Grass gathered the first group of routed soldiers that had followed him and sternly warned them.

"Remember, if you don’t want to die, keep your mouths shut. Without my orders, no one is allowed to speak of anything concerning the Europeans."

"Why?"

Sterling was puzzled, having nightmares the past few nights about his head being pried open by Europeans.

Others were similarly apprehensive, no longer wanting to continue being soldiers. All they wanted now was to quickly make some money and hide in the mountains.

Wheelchair Sprint didn’t care about these things. He now needed to find a way to sneak into Havana. If they ran at this time, wouldn’t he be easily exposed?

So, after giving this group a sinister look, he spoke.

"What do you think?"

"Do you think that what the Europeans are doing is unknown to Nightmare and the Queen? Let me tell you, if there’s even the slightest leak of this affair, none of you will escape; you’ll all be dead!"

The routed soldiers turned cold with fear, and Sterling’s teeth were chattering.

"But... but why? What good does it do Mr. Nightmare if we die? We are his soldiers."

"His soldiers?"

Wheelchair snorted.

"Everyone’s doing risky business; don’t you all know this in your hearts?"

"Moreover, who knows how much he might earn by selling each of our heads to Europe?"

"Don’t forget, there’s no one buying our little pills anymore. Doesn’t he have to sell us at a good price?"

"Who knows, he might already be planning his escape to Europe to enjoy life, not caring about our life or death."

Oh, crap, that makes sense.

Everyone was struck with a fright.

This wouldn’t have occurred to them before, but with Wheelchair’s reminder, the routed soldiers started suspecting everything.

Why sell drugs?

Of course, for money. Now that drug trafficking couldn’t continue, it was entirely standard to sell them by weight for money, given the organization’s habits.

Cuba was initially a hot spot for human trafficking, and they had been involved in it themselves.

So, what’s the difference between selling people or selling brains?

"What should we do now? You’re capable, so come up with a solution for us."

"Why don’t we escape quickly?"

Some were already regretting returning to Havana.

"Don’t panic."

Wheelchair gestured for everyone to calm down.

"There are so many of us here, and no matter what, those Europeans couldn’t possibly kill us in front of hundreds. If Nimian were to escape, death would come even faster."