Sentinel

Chapter 248 Upheaval in Eastern Europe
Latvinia, also known as the Pearl of the Balkans, is located between Hungary, Serbia and Romania, surrounded by the Carpathian Mountains in the north and the Mahera Mountains in the south.

This is a poor and backward small country. Like most countries in Eastern Europe, it has been caught between regime change and turmoil all year round. With the economic downturn, partisan disputes, people are suffering from wars and diseases, the aftermath of the drastic changes in Eastern Europe and The impact continues to this day.

Since the collapse of the great red empire, the situation in Central and Eastern Europe has been rotten, the unemployment rate has increased significantly, inflation has remained high, the people's resistance to new policies and power institutions has been high, large-scale strikes, and serious The economic difficulties of the country... These are enough to drag the Eastern European countries into the bottomless quagmire, and Latvinia is on the list.

After the Yalta system was completely shattered, the world pattern showed a trend towards multi-polarization. Some countries, such as Hungary, the Czech Republic, and Ukraine, temporarily gained the opportunity to survive at the cost of joining the European Union. Latvinia, which is backward A small country can only survive in a turbulent wave of change, struggling to survive in order to gain a chance.

This is the sinful soil where the law of the jungle prevails, and there is no stable order. That's why the vampires and werewolves who were hunted and expelled by the temple mages will multiply and live here, hiding and dormant.Even with the influence of the London Temple, it cannot deeply affect this chaotic paradise controlled by gangsters, warlords, and political parties.

Dr. Doom, shrouded in a dark green cloak, finally set foot on this barren land where he grew up after twelve days of sailing, and then transferred to a passenger plane.The gray sky was covered with overcast clouds, occasionally lightning pierced through the clouds, and it seemed that a heavy rain would fall at any moment.

Victor Dum walked out of the country's only airport with a black suitcase in his hand. Rows of old-fashioned cars were parked at the gate. Generally, foreign tourists would be severely slaughtered when they got into these cars. Those drivers There are wrenches and iron bars in the trunk of the car, and you will be asked to add money when driving halfway, and this is still the best situation. More people who encounter this kind of thing will generally be ransacked.

As for calling the police?In Latvinia, sometimes even the police are inevitably slaughtered. Even if they are equipped with guns, it is still useless to encounter unreasonable and unreasonable taxi drivers.

When you point a gun at a taxi driver, it means that you have offended the entire automobile transportation industry. Those taxi drivers who reported to the group for warmth will come to the door in droves. This is not a funny joke Or low-level intimidation.

They have the support of local gangsters behind them. One-third of taxi drivers have delivered drugs or prohibited items. Those who want to live in peace have already been swallowed up to the point where there is nothing left.

There used to be a popular joke that in Latvinia, if you lost a dog, you went to the police, and if you had burglars in your house, you went to the gangsters.

In the eyes of many people, the efficiency of local gangsters is much higher than that of the police. All industries have their participation and presence. Those legitimate industries or gray businesses are already inseparable, forming an intricate chain of interests.

However, compared to warlords and nobles with private armed forces, gangsters have become little sheep who are powerless to resist. They have to make a certain amount of "confession" every month. Homes would be blasted into the air by a gang of armed thugs with bazookas.

At the top of the country's food chain is the prime minister who holds military power in his hands, and political parties and groups supported by Western powers behind him, whether it is a warlord leader, an old aristocrat who occupies a large amount of land resources, or a local gangster. They are all like tiny ants, who can be trampled to death casually.

Victor Dum randomly picked a car and got in it. Obviously, his luck was not very good. The driver's greedy eyes barely concealed, and he always stared at the suitcase in his hand intentionally or unintentionally. The other party has already calculated in his heart how much property he can gain this trip.

Sure enough, the taxi did not drive to the destination, the luxurious hotel in the city center, but turned to the direction of the suburbs. Dum seemed to turn a blind eye to this. He looked at the scenery outside the window, without any plan at all. The houses are gathered together in a mess, and most of them use tinplate as the building material. Tinplate has a layer of electroplating, which is less prone to rust than other thin iron sheets, and can allow the humble house to survive the entire rainy season.

In the slums in the suburbs, this kind of house can be called good. Most of the outer houses are made of a few wooden boards. They leak and rot in the rainy season, filled with a cold and damp smell. Every year, strong winds blow and collapse. A house can crush a lot of people to death.

The stiff face under the steel mask suddenly twitched. Dum lived in this kind of slum when he was a child, and he had to run several kilometers of dirt roads every day to go to the only school in the town. Children, it is naturally impossible to afford private schools in the city.

In fact, even the public schools funded by the city hall, he had to rely on scholarships to finish his studies. If the trajectory of his life does not change, Victor Doom, a successful person who used to be all-powerful on Wall Street, may read When you reach high school, you will drop out of school, and then enter a certain factory or shop as an apprentice. If you are lucky, you may be able to accumulate the first capital with your clever mind, start a small business, and develop gradually. Join the ranks of the middle class and escape the life of living in the ghetto.

The turning point of Dum's fate happened when he was 15 years old. He met a kind priest and was lucky enough to enter the library in the city center under the recommendation of the other party. The ashen book became Victor's key to open the door to the new world, a step to a higher goal.

Poverty can consume a person's will, but it can also stimulate the inner potential. Victor Doom, a child who showed talent at a young age, received an admission letter from the State University of New York by virtue of his hard work and self-study. Latvinia's walk quota.

As for going to the United States, starting a new life, and falling from the peak to the trough, that is another story.

At this point, the memory came to an abrupt end.

The moving car turned off and braked. The thin driver took out a wrench from under the seat, stared at Dum with malicious eyes, pointed to the suitcase in the back seat, and said in English with a strong accent: "Bring that over here."

The tone is commanding, without any room for discussion. The driver holds a metal wrench in his right hand, which can easily cut a hole in a passenger's head, and holds a phone in his left hand. He can call a large number of colleagues at any time. If this For outsiders who dare to resist, the best end is to be ransacked and thrown halfway.

As for the bad ending...

It is possible to be regarded as a missing person, registered in the unfinished cases piled up in the police station, and may also be sent to a private clinic, where organs from the body are harvested and sold... and so on, the brilliance of humanity or the justice of the law cannot radiate to In every corner of the world, darkness is everywhere, and crimes happen from time to time.

"You shouldn't be doing that," Victor Doom replied in his Latvinian accent.

This made the driver startled for a moment, and then he saw the other party take off the dark green cloak, and a ferocious and cold steel mask emerged. Those empty eyes reflected a cold light, which made people feel cold all over.

"You... ho ho!"

Click.

With a slight sound, Dum easily broke the driver's neck. He glanced at the phone that fell on the seat, and immediately dialed the number.

　ps: Personally, I really want to write a story about Dr. Doom becoming a god, but remember the lesson, I still don’t feel complacent~
　　
　
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