Vol 2 Chapter 2519: Marshall

The sound of gunfire stunned everyone!
Even Klimt did not expect that this camouflage warrior could actually shoot as soon as he shot!
It's so unreasonable?
Can people be killed casually?
However, the hard facts left everyone present speechless.
Klimt frowned fiercely, and a blood-red light appeared in his eyes.
No, to be precise, the blood red did not come from his eyes, but was reflected by the pile of blood on the ground.
That bullet penetrated the general's forehead, and then exploded a blood hole in the back of his head!
The blood was mixed with brains and gurgled out from the blood hole. The smell penetrated into everyone's nostrils with the breeze, making them feel an indescribable weirdness and panic.
Klimt clenched his fist tightly.
He snarled, "Do you know who you killed!"
When the Governor became angry, there was still a strong aura of a superior person, at least making his subordinates present feel a sense of depression!
This general has always followed Klimt, and he has been neighbors since he was a child. It can be said that without the protection of this general from several births and deaths, then Klimt would not be the governor at all!
Even though De France is not big, but the internal fighting is also very fierce. Although Lacas, Zenit and Klimt seem to be nothing on the surface, they actually shade each other and don’t know how many times. .
However, watching his loyal followers just die on the spot, Klim was really angry!
Although he thought he was already very cruel, he couldn't kill anyone lightly! What's more, this person is still his own subordinate, even a brother! He is the person he relies on most!
However, the camouflage warrior didn't take it seriously. He smiled mockingly, and then said: "Why, Mr. Klimt looks very unhappy."
How can you be happy? Klimt really wanted to unscrew the warrior's head and see what kind of garbage was inside!
However, he glanced at the surrounding environment and resisted.
Klimt's vision is still quite good for being able to reach his current position. After his impulse, he has realized that if he continues to get angry, then he might end up like that confidant!
The opponent doesn't care who is ruling here!
In other words, the gentleman thinks he has superpower to control the situation on the island, he doesn't care whether the governor is called Klimt or Mlink!
No matter what it is called, this governor is a puppet!
After Klimt realized this, there was a sudden chill in his heart.
Damn, why didn't I realize this?
Obviously, the other party is a disarming force, aiming to remind him to correct his position in time!
The intention is very obvious-you are asking, if so, you have to put on a begging posture!
At this time, when the gunshots sounded, the identities of the two parties who were not on the same plane would widen again!
Klimt knew that the gentleman in the villa must really want to see himself become a pug with enthusiastic tail wagging!
Taking a deep breath, Klimt said, "You are all here waiting for me!" The rest of the subordinates were very unwilling, but there was no way. They clearly saw the light in Klimt's eyes. It has gone out.
The name of that beam of light is called-ambition!
They looked at Klimt slowly walking towards the inside of the villa, and instinctively felt that their vision had deviated.
Because at this moment, they seem to feel that the back of the governor seems to be several years old!
Klimt walked to the door of the villa and heard the camouflage warrior sneerly saying: "The most indispensable thing in this era is the dog that sticks out his tongue and licks his master."
Hearing this, Klimt was shocked! And his subordinates also showed an angry look!
Such words are really hurtful!
But so what!
People have the capital to say this!
If you are not convinced, then go up with your guns and fight them hard! If you can't do it, just listen to it!
Klimt turned his head and took a deep look at the camouflage warrior, as if he wanted to remember the opponent's looks in his heart.
However, the other party's face is still smeared with oil, and it is impossible to accurately distinguish the outline of the facial features.
The camouflage warrior realized what Klimm wanted to do, and he sneered coldly. He stretched out his hand arrogantly and stroked his neck!
He actually made a cut of his throat!
Klimt shivered with anger!
If even this "sir" is so arrogant as an ordinary subordinate, how difficult will it be to "cooperate" with the other party next?
Before Klimt had time to adjust his emotions, he found that the door of the villa had opened, and a woman in a red dress had appeared before him.
Klimt instinctively focused his gaze on the opponent's red lips, nodded, and said, "Miss Lina."
"Mr. is taking a shower, you can wait in the living room for a while," Lina said.
Klimt entered the villa with a very unnatural expression. He didn't know if the other party was really taking a bath or if he was deliberately asking him to wait a while.
Lina poured Klimt a cup of tea and sat on the opposite side with a smile.
Klimt usually holds power, but now facing such a big beauty, he is nervous.
He knew that his nervousness was completely unnecessary, because, no matter what, the direction of this matter was no longer under his control.
However, looking at the smiling face of the woman opposite, there was a chill in Klimt's heart.
Guns were all fired outside just now, and people died. It is absolutely impossible for this woman not to hear it, let alone look out of the window, but for that, she can still laugh!
The more natural she laughs, the harder her heart is!
Klimt waited for half an hour before the husband walked down from the second floor.
He stood up immediately, with his hands hanging to his side, and respectfully said: "Hello, sir."
"You can call me Marshall," the gentleman said.
He was wearing a snow-white nightgown, spotlessly clean, and his hair was a little damp, and he did look like he had just taken a shower.
Walking to the sofa blankly, he sat down and lit a cigar.
"Mr. Marshall." Klimt did not dare to sit down. He lowered his head slightly, not even daring to look directly at each other.
Yes, although the opponent only said a word from the beginning to the present, it has caused great psychological pressure on Klimt. This pressure is invisible. Klimt is a standard careerist and politician, but, At this time, he was suppressed by the opponent's aura.
"Marshall...Marshall..." Klim was chewing on the last name.
In the United States, there are many people whose last name is Marshall, but there is a group of Marshalls that are completely different from other Marshalls because they all come from the same family-the Marshall family!
Benefiting from World War II, this family has extremely far-reaching influence both politically and economically!
Could it be that this gentleman came from the huge Marshall family?
In fact, if the answer is true, then everything will be solved naturally! Only the core children from that big family can have such a huge amount of power and can control so many people and so many things!
Needless to say, the Longmei data center managed by Lina alone is a super economic institution that can shock the U.S. economy. Its influence is terrible, but this super institution is just a little under the Marshall family. That's a small industry!
After learning the real surname of the other party, Klimt understood thoroughly, no wonder the camouflage warriors at the door could be so arrogant, because their master was powerful enough!
Klimt really couldn't raise any thoughts of resistance!
"Are you here to ask me for help?" Marshall finished smoking a cigar before speaking slowly, looking calm, as if everything was under control.
"Yes, sir." Klimt was still standing, and the other party refused to let him sit down, so he dared not sit down. He lowered his head and said, "I want to make a quick decision, but now there is a little change."
"Something has changed?" Marshall smiled. "Let's talk about it in detail."
"Each predetermined goal was not achieved. I didn't find the reason." Klimt's voice was a little tight. He knew that he was too incompetent to say that, and he was not even able to be here. Mr. Marshall proved his true worth in front of him.
However, he has lost the opportunity to win by lightning, and if he wants to continue to complete the great cause of reunification, he has to rely on external forces.
"You don't know the answer, then I'll tell you." Marshall sneered mockingly. "On this island, someone who shouldn't have appeared, that person is the variable."
Hearing this, Klimt tightly!
"Mr. Marshall, please clarify, who is that person?" Klimt felt his mouth dry and his body temperature was slowly rising: "How can I suppress this variable?"
"Suppress this variable?" Marshall looked at Klimt, with a deep mocking expression in his eyes: "Only you?"
Klimt was stinged by this look once again, but the huge gap in status between the two sides made him obediently bear the look of the other side!
"Sir, what should I do?" Klimt asked again.
The other party didn't speak at this moment, and his mocking eyes made him look back.
"Klimt, you disappoint me." Marshall stood up, walked slowly to Klimt, stretched out his hand, and patted the opponent's face gently.
This is also a very insulting action, but Klimt dare not move at all!
"If you don't show some performance again, I don't mind having the entire De France island change a leader."