When you are rich, there is Rheinmetall; when you are poor, there is Rheinsteel!

Isaac, who was sitting in a chair by the fireplace, completely lost his image after sneezing more than a dozen times.

He took the tissue from the butler, wiped the marks on his face, and felt the warmth of the flame. Then the old Jew raised his eyes and looked at the three "young people" in front of him, and whispered:

“You guys disappoint me!”

"Albert, you have been in North America for many years, working hard for a long time, spending countless time, energy and money to cultivate a large number of people."

"But what about now?"

"At this critical moment, the Americans actually chose to stab us in the back."

"If the Americans hadn't stabbed him this time, Pablo's plan might have succeeded."

"Once the plan succeeds, Israel will become the true master in the land promised by God and the overlord of this world!"

"But America stabbed us and disrupted the plan."

"Everything was in vain, and many people died!"

"So, you have to revise those messed up arrangements of yours."

Isaac's scolding made Albert, who was standing next to Pablo, slowly lower his head and bend over, looking as if he admitted his mistake.

Appear respectful and submissive.

Next to him, Pablo looked at him with a smug smile on his face, but before he could smile for long, Isaac scolded him:

"Do you think there's something wrong with your brain?"

"There are so many nuclear weapons research institutes in America, and the amount of enriched uranium they consume every year is enormous."

"We don't need to do anything. We just need to spend a little money to get nuclear weapons-grade enriched uranium out of these nuclear weapons research institutes in the form of waste."

"And then we ship it to Israel in a fair and honest way using America's transportation system."

"We don't even need to enrich uranium. The corruption in the American military is getting worse and worse. If we just wait for time, we can even get complete nuclear weapons from them."

"These are all legitimate, sustainable and very stable paths."

"But look at you, you are such a waste. Instead of taking these paths, you choose to purchase raw materials and enrich uranium yourself."

"How can there be someone as stupid as you?"

"Now you're in trouble. Not only did you not get your food, but you're also in trouble. No matter what you do next, that bastard Hanks will be watching you, and so will the rest of America."

"You have to understand that America is not our world right now. Do you understand?"

After scolding Pablo for a long time, Isaac's eyes suddenly fell back on Albert. Looking at this man who was still bent over, he felt angry and scolded him again in a cold voice:

"It's because you cowered in North America that the situation has become what it is now."

Isaac felt a lot of anger in his heart and his lungs were in great pain. This pain made him swallow back the words that he hadn't said yet.

He rubbed his chest with his right hand for a long time, then raised his eyes again and said:

"We have suffered a big loss this time, and we cannot let this loss go in vain."

"We must take revenge, we must let the whole world know about the suffering we Jews have endured."

"The world has gone off the track and we have to get it back on track."

He was sitting in a wheelchair, and because of the pain in his lungs, he had to bend over when he spoke, and his voice was sharp and hoarse, like a sewer rat talking.

Pablo and the other two standing in front of him were very confused by his words.

What it means is that the world has deviated from its established track and needs to be put back on track.

Just as they were puzzled, Isaac slowly sat up straight. The pain in his chest seemed to have dissipated, and his eyes were full of light.

He looked at Pablo and the other two, but his eyes were not focused. He just sat in the wheelchair and spoke slowly:

“This planet is the land God promised to the Jewish people.”

“This is a place for the Jews. In this world, only Jews are allowed to learn, master knowledge, and master the world.”

“Enjoy the sunshine, enjoy the beauty, enjoy the gems, enjoy the fine wine and food, and enjoy the women.”

"Other ethnic groups, if they do not want to be slaves of the Jews, should die."

“This is how the world should be!”

"Instead of letting the damned Anglo-Saxons, Nordic barbarians, and yellow-skinned Asians become the protagonists of the world as it is now."

"We're going to destroy them!"

The voice became more and more powerful, and as the words came out, an abnormal blush appeared on Isaac's face.

The butler next to him saw his appearance and hurried over, took out a small box of injection from the cuff of his tuxedo, opened it, and gently injected Isaac's shoulder.

As the injection was injected, the blush on Isaac's face faded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Soon, he returned to his pale and sickly appearance.

There was no trace of the high-spirited look he had just had.

He lazily leaned on the wheelchair and began to give orders to the three people in front of him:

"Pablo, your next task is to continue to provoke neighboring countries, let those damn Arabs take over, and then start the sixth Middle East war."

"In the sixth Middle East war, all the surrounding countries must be destroyed before anyone can react."

"Albert, your mission is America."

"Next time, no matter what happens in Israel, America must stand by Israel unconditionally and without any reason."

“Even if Pablo kills their president in front of the whole world, they must stand on Israel’s side.”

After giving the two men instructions, Isaac's cloudy gaze fell on Pablo's left, on the middle-aged man in a neat suit who looked like a workplace elite.

Noticing Isaac's gaze, he placed his right hand on his chest, smiled, bent over, and greeted respectfully:

"Mr. Isaac, your servant Ken is waiting for your arrangements."

Facing this person, Isaac showed a friendly expression on his face. He waved his hand gently, signaling the other person to relax a little:

"Ken, you're doing great business in Europe. By the way, how's your life plan going?"

The elegant middle-aged man Ken still kept bending over, but raised his face, facing Isaac, and said softly:

"The life plan is progressing very well. The brain transplant laboratory has successfully transplanted the subject's brain, and he survived for 30 seconds!"

"I believe that in the near future, the laboratory will be able to break through the technological limits and convert 30 seconds into 30 hours, 300 hours, 3,000 hours, or even 30,000 hours."

"By then, Mr. Isaac can get rid of this decrepit body and replace it with a younger one."

His words made Isaac's expression even more excited.

When people get excited, they start coughing.

As he coughed, blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.

Seeing this, the butler standing nearby waved his hand at Pablo and the other two, signaling them to leave first.

Seeing this, the three of them had no choice but to put away their thoughts and turn away.

The butler waited until the three people walked out of the room before pushing Isaac towards the corridor deep in the room.

As they walked, he whispered to Isaac, "Sir, they don't seem to take what you just said to heart."

Isaac, who had been coughing violently, stopped coughing at this time, slowly raised his head, leaned back on the wheelchair, his eyes became sharp again, looked at the darkness in the corridor, and said softly:

"It doesn't matter whether they take my words to heart or not. They just need to know that everything they have is given by me and the Council of Elders."

"Without me and the Council of Elders, they are nothing."

"The president of Israel, the CEO of a chaebol, it's just a position, there's a complete administrative system in place, anybody, or even a pig, can do a good job."

The two walked into the darkness as they talked. At the moment when their backs were about to disappear, Isaac's voice rang out again:

"Butler, you will tell them a message later that they must find a way to avenge the loss they suffered this time."

The butler did not respond. There was only the sound of the wheelchair's wheels gently rolling over the wooden floor.

Outside the room, under the eaves, looking at the snow-capped Alps and feeling the cold wind blowing from the mountains, Pablo turned around and asked the two people beside him, "Do you want to go to the town below for a drink?"

"Wait a moment!" Albert didn't look back, but just pointed to the manor behind him.

The other two understood what he said, so they didn't say anything else. They just stood under the eaves, feeling the cold wind, waiting for the final news.

About an hour later, the butler slowly opened the door and appeared under the eaves. He looked at the three people in front of him with a respectful posture but a blank expression on his face.

"Mr. Isaac means that we must take revenge for the loss we suffered this time."

"Slow down, all three of you!"

With a snap, the door closed, and only the whistling cold wind greeted the three people.

"Let's go!" Albert shrugged his shoulders, walked down the steps, walked into the snow, walked two steps and turned back, whispering:

"Go put this world back on track!"

When leaving, the three did not get into their own cars, but got into Pablo's car together.

The driver raised the center partition, isolating the car body from the cab.

Feeling the warmth brought by the air conditioner, Ken asked casually:

"What are you going to do?"

"Be a chicken feather!" Albert replied quickly, his eyes locked on Ken, a smirk appeared on his face, and he asked:

"Based on your experience, how long will our Mr. Isaac last?"

Ken sat in a chair, his fingers leisurely drawing circles on the glass. In response to this question, he just shook his head slightly:

"We are his spokespersons, and he is the spokesperson for the Council of Elders. How long he lives and how he lives have nothing to do with us."

"If we have the strength, the Council of Elders will naturally put him aside and deal with us directly, and we will naturally not have to consider his attitude."

"But we don't have the strength. The forces under us seem to be cultivated by us, but there are traces of the Council of Elders in every corner."

"So there is no need for you to ask this question."

"Instead of asking these questions, you should think about how to complete the task and get something out of the task so that you can get rid of the restrictions as soon as possible."

The question was thrown back, and Albert slumped in his chair like a salted fish, looking at the roof of the car with a helpless look on his face:

"I don't know how to retaliate. The culprit this time, Hanks, has been staying in Qatar and not leaving the house."

"I think it's a bit too much to ask me to kill an American theater commander at an American military base."

"Even killing the president of America would be easier than this task."

“It’s difficult!”

"Pablo, as an old friend and partner, I think you should do me a favor and send some of your elite troops to me..."

As he spoke, Albert's eyes moved from Ken to Pablo.

Facing his burning gaze, Pablo slowly raised his right hand and raised his middle finger:

"Don't make trouble. After we finish drinking, we will go back to our own homes and find our own mothers. Don't make trouble for me. Don't treat me as a fool, and I won't treat you as a fool either."

"Boring!" Albert waved his hand jokingly, reached out and pressed the switch of the car window next to him. The black glass slowly lowered, and the snow scene outside the window came into view.

It's all white, holy and beautiful.

…………

"That bastard Pablo went to the Alps?"

In Qatar, at the Central Theater Command of America, Hanks was holding the latest intelligence sent by his subordinates, his eyes full of confusion.

The past few days were his highlight moment.

He ruled a country alone, suppressing a group of villains so that they dared not speak, and he became the star of the McCain family.

While he was in the spotlight, Hanks also had no desire to send someone to monitor Pablo.

Because he knew very well that according to the Jewish customs, they would never swallow the bitter fruit and would definitely find ways to retaliate against those who had attacked them this time.

But he never expected that this damn guy, when faced with such a thing, would choose to drop all his work and go on vacation to the Alps.

Damn psycho!

But after thinking about it, he felt something was not right, and he always felt that there was something wrong.

However, he had little intelligence about the European theater of war, and little information about Pablo's specific itinerary, so he could not make any useful judgment.

After thinking for a long time but still unable to come up with any clue, he threw the information aside, picked up the work on the table and began to look at it carefully.

It is already December, and in December, there is the most important holiday for Americans - Christmas.

There needs to be a holiday during Christmas, but those fellows in the Central Theater Command do not take a holiday. They are full of energy and are doing something every day of the 365 days of the year.

So, arrange your work before taking a holiday.

Holding a pen, Hanks approved the documents one by one, arranged some work, and made sure nothing was missed. Then he began to prepare for his Christmas vacation.

He turned the pen for a long time before he wrote a word on the paper, but then he crossed out the word.

Finally, write down a name.

Pablo.

This bastard will definitely take the opportunity to make things difficult for me, so I must be well prepared.