A castle outside Moscow is quaint, surrounded by mountains and pleasant scenery. It belongs to the architectural style of the Tsarist Russian era, giving people a sense of solemnity and solemnity. If you observe carefully, you can find that there are still bullet marks left by the war period in the 1990s on the walls.

Douala walked out of the castle drunkenly, and he was in a very happy mood recently because the Kingdom of Nanstawang is in a hot and hot state, which means he is not far from home. Although life in Moscow is comfortable and smooth, Douala always wants to set foot on the territory of his country, because it is his own roots. If he can successfully inherit the throne, he will have countless people.

"If you become a king, you will have to select a princess in the country once a year."

Douala has always had such a dream in his heart. Although he has tasted many white-skinned European girls, he always feels that the most beautiful thing in his heart is those dark-skinned women.

"Sir, everything is ready. We will go to the military airport later. There are already private jets waiting for you." Mikhailov is Douala's private secretary and a military adviser equipped by a Russian military general. After Douala returns to China this time, many places need to rely on Mikhailov.

Duara got into the back seat of the sedan with a smile, burped, and said, "How many people are with us this time?"

Mikhailov replied calmly: "There are ten people in total, including me."

Douala suddenly changed her expression, looked at Mikhailov in surprise, and said angrily: "I heard it right, there are only ten people?"

"Yes, sir." Mikhailov said with a expressionless face. "Although the general promised to help you seize the throne, we cannot directly send troops to help, otherwise it will cause a large-scale international war. We can only provide technical support to help you build a loyal and powerful army, and lend you enough arms. You also know that our Russian arms are stable enough on the battlefield. As long as you have professional training, you will soon get a group of invincible black soldiers."

Douala stared at Mikhailov with a sharp look, and he said in a deep voice: "I have met the general alone. He promised to send five hundred elite troops to help me return to China to seize power. How can he not keep his word?"

Mikhailov continued to explain patiently: "Please understand our current situation. This time, the internal forces of NASDAWAN are complex. Not only you, but other supporters are the same. They will not act rashly, but will only hide in the dark. If we arrange 500 elite troops to enter NASDAWAN, the United States, China, Britain, France, Spain and other countries will also send elite troops. Once casualties occur, it will cause a larger-scale commotion. Now there is enough tacit understanding among major powers and will not easily affect the overall situation of world peace."

Douala said with little confidence: "Husca has an advantage over me. He cultivated an armed force in the country a few years ago. Is it too late for us now?"

Mikhailov waved his hand and said lightly: "Please rest assured that the general has a far-sighted vision. As early as ten years ago, he established a military force based on the retired KGB in the Steel Company of Nanstawan. He widely recruited and trained more than 200 Nanstawan soldiers. They were well-equipped and participated in actual combat many times. Their combat effectiveness was enough to compete with Huska's Second Army."

After all, these Russians still won’t work hard for themselves, and in name, they help them build black troops. In fact, they hope that their country’s civil war will be the citizens of Nancy Stawan’s life or death. They are really cunning.

However, Douala was a little calmer. Although he drank a lot of alcohol, he was still awake. The Russian military's layout in Nancy Tawan many years ago made him feel like he was being plotted. Perhaps when he came to study in Russia, the other party began to plan to support himself returning to China to seize power one day.

The Russian military was seemingly helping Douala, but in fact it was investing in itself and trying to explore various mineral resources hidden in Namstawan.

However, Douala does not have many choices now, because he can only rely on these big-nosed Russians to have the opportunity to compete for the throne. Without the help of the Russian military, he would have no chance of winning against Huska.

Mikhailov observed Douala's expression and knew that he had been comforted by him. This time he accompanied Douala back to China, his mission was very important.

First, monitor Douala's every move and report any abnormal behavior to its superiors in a timely manner. The Russian government has invested a lot in Douala. In addition to providing accommodation, it also gives him a monthly salary of 10,000 US dollars for squandering. If Douala returns to China, he is bribed by other forces and leaves his own control, years of investment will fail.

Second, use Douala and the army of more than 200 people as the basis to form an armed force and try to help Douala seize the throne in order to indirectly control Nanstawan. Although Nanstawan is not particularly large in area, the country has rich mineral resources and many places have not been developed. It has infinite potential. To control this country, you can establish a military stronghold on the African continent and increase the country's voice in Africa.

Third, the war in Nancestawan is expected to last for twenty years. Where there is war, there will be military capital consumption. The military can use the civil war in Nancestawan to consume a large amount of military equipment, indirectly increase revenue for the military and alleviate economic pressure. In other words, no matter whether Douala has seized the throne, it cannot kill all the hostile forces. Only by keeping Nancestawan in war can it create the greatest value for the country.

Douala sat in the car, silent. He knew that since he set foot on a foreign land, he would be back sooner or later.

In order to seize the time to arrive at the military airport, the car turned into a muddy country road and suddenly rushed out of the front right, two black barrels stretched out from the car. At this moment, the alcohol in Douala's blood vessels turned into cold sweat and emerged from the pores all over his body. He realized that he had been designed.

Since learning that his father was critically ill, Douala has been on high alert every day. He used a large sum of money to hire eight veterans who had participated in the Bosnia-Herzegovina civil war and became his personal bodyguard.

In addition to the group of veterans, several Mikhailov's subordinates also immediately reacted and rushed the car from the left and right sides to the front of the main car, forming a horn-like force, blocking the first wave of attacks.

However, the other party was prepared and the container truck rushed towards him, pushing the car backwards.

Mikhailov dragged Douala, who was incontinent from the rear seat and pulled it into the woods next to the country road. Douala has always been pampering, so she is very bloated, which makes Mikhailov very difficult.

"Your Highness, please calm down. Get out of the car with me now. Our people will stop the killer and you will arrive at the airport safely." Mikhailov frantically comforted the collapsed Douala.

Douala's body had fallen down, shook her head frantically, and said in a collapsed manner: "I can't run away. My bodyguards are dead. If no one protects me, will I die?"

Behind him, several masked men jumped out of the container truck and rushed towards the place where they ran away. Mikhailov turned around and shot. His shooting skills were superb and knocked down one person. However, the group of masked men behind him received professional training and quickly cooperated with his teammates to suppress Mikhailov with fire. He could only lower his head and avoid the rain of bullets.

Continuing to wait, he would only passively die. Mikhailov gritted his teeth and snorted coldly. He didn't know where the power was born. He grabbed Douala, who was like a wild boar, and ran desperately towards the depths of the woods. At the same time, he started calling for support with the intercom, "We were ambushed on the way to the airport. There were fifteen people on the other side. Please arrange support in time."

"Wait for a moment, we will arrange for someone to support us immediately." The confirmed reply from the intercom did not relax Mikhailov.

A bullet hits the position where he was standing just now. From the shooting perspective, the other party should have a sniper hiding at a high place.

Mikhailov pressed Douala hard and warned in a low voice: "Don't look up, if you look up, you will die."

"We're just waiting to die?" Douala said in a crying voice.

"No, our reinforcements will arrive later. This is in our territory. The other party will never dare to fight us head-on. If you fail to get a blow, you will definitely escape quickly." Mikhailov analyzed calmly.

"No, I can't wait to die!" Douala was filled with fear, especially when he heard the gunshots not far away getting closer, and he felt even more timid. He didn't know where the power was born, and ran desperately towards the distance.

With a muffled sound, the bullet passed through Douala's head and a blood arrow shot out. Douala paused in the air for several seconds, then fell to the ground dejectedly.

Mikhailov roared angryly, took out the spotted viper pistol in his hand and began to fight back behind him. However, the killers fought in an orderly manner. Seeing that the mission target had been killed, he did not fall in love with the battle and left quickly.

A few minutes later, three helicopters appeared in the sky, and the huge propellers made roars.

Mikhailov sighed to the sky and laughed silently. Unexpectedly, he was assassinated before he arrived at the airport. He had to shoulder the primary responsibility. He called his superiors and smiled bitterly: "I'm sorry, my supporter, Prince Douala, is dead."

"What?" the bald general roared angrily, "What international joke are you making? Our plan has not officially begun, but you told me that Douala is dead?"

"Please be careful, we have a backup plan." Mikhailov said sweating from the tip of his nose. "Although Douala is not married, he has an illegitimate child."

The bald general suppressed his anger and said coldly: "Then execute the backup plan, remember that no more problems occur, otherwise, you will have to bear the corresponding consequences."
Chapter completed!