I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

Just like Jiang Chen said, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Ghost Agents already helped the Russian Security Service transport weapons and equipment to the opposition party in Frankberg for over a year, but until now they didn’t find a suitable opportunity to use these weapons. Both the insurgents and the Russian intelligence personnel were waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to crush the Rothschild family.

Now, the opportunity emerged.

“Researcher at the Institute of Rothschild Bank broke the news, illegal research on brainwashing human subjects”

“Frankberg Prime Minister is controlled by a mysterious organization? Demystifying the story of the Freemasonry and European integration”

“The European media is collectively silent, the poor people are living in lies”

“This is bullsh*t! When did the New York Times start to report on these inconspicuous reports.”

Carmen slammed the newspaper on the table and rubbed his hand on his chin. Through the haze in his pupils, it was evident that he was not in the most pleasant mood.

The research institute was indeed researching brainwashing technology, but he could swear to God that he did not use brainwashing technology on those politicians. Of course, if the brain specialists under his command could achieve a 100% success rate, he would not mind doing so. But without certainty, it would be a headache to just explain where the missing public figures went.

Standing in front of Carmen’s desk, his assistant hesitated for a moment, then finally reported.

“The news was uploaded from the news channel of Future 1.0. At first, the news spread only on the Internet before being reprinted by newspapers. Not only the New York Times, but the global media are now reporting this research report. Now the entrance to our institute has been surrounded by protesters, demanding the research institute reveal the truth. Radical protesters even threw bricks and are burning flasks inside. Research work has completely stalled…”

“Send some people with our newest equipment. I need the security there to be the best possible,” Carmen looked at Johnson. ” Your only task is to protect that institute, and if someone dares to enter our private property, shoot them!”

“Yes.” Johnson saluted.

“Allow me to be blunt, this is not the best choice…” The assistant intended to add something, but Carmen stopped him with his eyes. He took two steps back and shrugged. “Okay.”

The assistant bowed his head and left the office.

The office was quiet once again. After a long silence, Carmen again turned his eyes to Johnson.

“Is the identity of the traitor determined?”

“The researcher of the 7th Research Institute of the Golden Apple Mass Production Project, Steven Radneck.” Standing next to the desk, Johnson reported.

“Where is he now?” Carmen said with a sullen expression.

“In Xin.”

“What about his family?”

“Before he left the country, they already entered Russia. It is estimated that they already reunited with him in Xin.”

Sinking into the chair, Carmen was silent.

The power of the Freemasonry in Xin was almost non-existent. It was not impossible to kill an individual there, but the risk and return would not be proportional. Even if he killed Steven, nothing would change about the current scandal. Instead, it may be used as ammunition.

Just then, the phone on the table began to vibrate.

After the phone vibrated for three seconds, Carmen reached for the phone and put it beside his ear. He didn’t need to see the caller to know it was Peter.

“God… What did you do? What is this human experiment? You didn’t say any of this to me…”

“It’s all refugees, and refugees without registered citizenship. That’s enough, enough of your false sympathy Mr. Peter. Now it’s better to calm down with me and think about what we should do to deal with this scandal.”

“Wait, buddy, that news article says you are doing brainwashing experiments…”

“Why, Mr. Peter, do you want to be a volunteer in the lab?” Carmen laughed sullenly which made Peter immediately shut his mouth.

“Don’t ask what you don’t need to ask. It’s best to think with your brain before you ask. If I really intended to brainwash you, would you still be able to call me with this tone?”

After finishing this sentence, Carmen hung up and tossed the phone back on the table.

…

In the mountains of southern Bava, Frankberg, this was the border between Frankberg and Austria. In the depths of the uninhabited woods, a cabin long-abandoned was full of people.

The smell of tobacco hid the moldy smell of the woods, a pile of polished automatic rifles and ammunition were stacked up in the corners and tables. There were two maps placed on the table that had already begun to grow mushrooms. A traffic map and a blueprint for the research institute.

“The plan is this.” The Germanic head, holding the marker, placed symbols, lines, and arrows to indicate the course of action. “There will be a sniper that will support us, but after we enter the facility, we have to rely on ourselves.”

“What about the security system? If they locked the door of the institute internally, we can’t carry enough explosives to blast the wall,” said a bearded man.

“Use this,” the Germanic leader took out a USB flash drive from his pocket. “There will be a hacker who will help us remotely. As long as we plug it into a computer in the guardhouse, their security system is ours.”

“They can’t give me some decent drones? For example, the ones that appeared in Ukraine with machine guns on the bottom.” Playing with the beta-3 drone in his hand, an insurgent soldier complained.

Among all the drone export models from Future Heavy Industries, only the beta-3 drone had the widest export range. However, since it was a non-military drone, it was necessary to make modifications before being used for military purposes.

“Be content, this is our country. You can’t expect others to finish all of our obligations.”

After that, the leader slapped the map on the table, looked at the soldiers around him, and sternly said.

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

“Tomorrow we will be on the battlefield. I hope that you have not forgotten the training you have received abroad.”

“I don’t want to say anything more, tomorrow we will fire the first shot of this war. Some people will be hurt, some will be sacrificed, we have to fight with our own people. But no matter what happens, I hope that you will always remember, always remember our mission.”