As the commander of the entire operation, Karl Homann explained the plan to Fritz in detail until he remembered it in his mind. Finally, he warned them not to go out, and then said goodbye to Fritz.
When Karl Homann came out of the yard, it was already midnight, and even the moon was about to sink below the sea.
At this time, the entire Caribbean has fallen into a deep sleep, and there is no sound except the faint sound of waves coming from the distance.
Occasionally, a few dogs barked, adding to the silence of the night.
Under the dim moonlight, only the outline of the city could be seen, with a few scattered spots of light showing that there were still people moving around.
"Why did I find a bunch of idiots to cooperate~!" Karl Homann cursed in a low voice, secretly despising Fritz and his others for their stupidity, and muttered: "A bunch of despicable idiots."
Karl Homann walked briskly on the dimly lit street. There were dark houses on both sides of the road, with their doors and windows closed. His leather shoes made a rhythmic and clear sound when he stepped on the road paved with bluestones.
The voice spread far away, looking a little cold.
He came to an intersection, looked back warily, and then hesitated slightly, as if considering where to go.
But then he chose one of them and walked down, humming a little tune.
However, after he took more than ten steps, his heart suddenly jumped for no reason. He seemed to hear a vague echo of his own footsteps.
"This is not normal." Carl Hohmann couldn't help but was startled, and his body suddenly froze: Someone is following??~!!!
He pretended that nothing happened, walked forward for more than ten steps, suddenly turned around and looked behind him, but there was no one behind him.
Under the cool moonlight, the empty streets looked particularly quiet.
Karl Hohmann held his breath and listened carefully. He waited for a while, but everything was quiet and there was no sound.
Karl Hohmann hesitated for a moment, thinking that he had really heard wrong.
He glanced around a few more times. Then he slowly turned back and planned to leave.
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded not far away: "Kara"
Although the voice was not loud, it was extremely clear in this silent night.
Karl Hohmann could even tell that the sound came from behind him and to the left.
There is indeed someone~!
In an instant, Carl Hohmann felt the hairs on his body suddenly explode.
His operation was extremely secret, and only those directly involved in the operation knew about it.
Once someone is following him, that means he has been exposed~!
And this is absolutely not allowed.
The target they assassinated was named Iskander~!
Although now, with the support of the undead, the young soldiers who are passionate, loyal, and brave in sacrifice, with the mission of restoring the glory of the empire, have successfully launched a mutiny.
As a representative of the Young Boys, Madolins, a civilian-born soldier, also successfully became prime minister.
Military officials with civilian backgrounds seized real power in most key departments and basically controlled government agencies.
The seven royal families suffered a big loss, but under the current situation, the High Priest of the Undead would not allow anyone to ruin his expedition plan. The royal family had to acquiesce.
But the strength of the seven royal families in Lingshan is still there.
They are still extremely powerful. And the relationship between them is intricate and extremely close.
The governors and city lords in various places are still their people. Most of the senior generals in the army are still nobles.
Various national economy and people's livelihood industries that support the war are also controlled by the royal family.
For them, even though the first disciple of the high priest became the current Semitic Emperor after the coup, the Lich Cameron who was behind the scenes and commanded everything did not dare to act rashly.
Under the suppression of the Undead High Priest, they would not rebound until they touched the royal family's bottom line.
And now, once they discover that the Young Masters have devised such an insidious conspiracy against them, they want to eliminate them physically.
It will definitely cause a strong backlash from the seven royal families~!
It may even cause a civil war~!
As a result, the entire Semitic tribe fell into division and chaos, which would be the end of the Semitic tribe.
Therefore, before leaving, Prime Minister Madolins once sternly stated that this operation must be kept secret. Even if it means sacrificing one's life, it must not be exposed. Everything must be done flawlessly.
The moment the sound rang out, Karl Homann was already like a cheetah, leaning down slightly, then squinting his eyes, carefully observing the street in front of him, his eyes vigilantly scanning the dark corners around him, ready to kill.
Prepare.
His right hand had quietly touched the dagger in his arms, and he felt the cold metal coming from the hilt. Then he felt a little relieved, and then he threatened in a weak voice: "Who, who is there? Don't hide, I have already
I saw you. Come out quickly."
Although this trick is old-fashioned, it is one of the most effective psychological tactics. And Karl Hohmann has always tried it successfully.
When he was encircling and suppressing a group of common people who rebelled against the grain requisition, he relied on this hand to successfully deceive a large group of old, weak, women and children hiding in a cave, and then killed them all.
The heads were displayed in the local towns, which frightened the locals into handing over the food immediately, thus overfulfilling the task.
He achieved his first military success in his military career.
Karl Hohmann believed that anyone who disobeys the overall Semitic interests for small gains is a mob.
Death is not a pity~!
Relying on those bloody heads, he successfully jumped from a young second lieutenant to a major.
But this time, he was a little disappointed.
Although his voice spread far away, there was still no sound around him. The silence was terrifying and only his own breathing could be heard.
Karl Hohmann became even more nervous: If he could hold his breath so deeply, the other party must also be a master~!
This shows that what I have exposed is far more serious than imagined~!
Maybe he is a high-ranking warrior of the Iskander family.
Thinking of this, he felt a drop of cold sweat slowly flow down from his forehead.
At this moment, I heard a soft voice next to me: "Meow~"
Karl Homann was immediately startled, and reflexively drew out his dagger, bent his knees and bowed his waist, assumed a fighting posture, and looked in the direction of the sound.
I saw a black cat jumping down from the wall with elegant steps. It came to the middle of the street, shook its body, and then glanced at Karl Hohmann with its green and shining eyes.
As if feeling a little strange about the big man holding a sword, he crossed the street, jumped onto the wall on the other side, and disappeared into the darkness.
Karl Hohmann held the dagger tightly until the cat disappeared, and then he breathed a long sigh of relief.
Only then did he feel that his heart was pounding hard, the veins on his forehead were throbbing, and even his legs were a little weak. There was a layer of cold sweat on his back.
Then he couldn't help but burst into laughter: a mere black cat had frightened him like this. If this spread, wouldn't it damage his reputation?
He slowly put away the dagger, looked around alertly, and found that there was indeed no one around. Then he turned around and strode away.
It's like trying to escape from this place.
This is a matter of course. After all, in Semitic legends, seeing a black cat, especially in the middle of the night, is also a very ominous thing.
According to legend, black cats represent the god of death.
At this time, in a dark corner of the cross street, a big man in dark clothing slowly removed his hand from the mouth of another man in black.
The man in black thought he had been holding it in for a long time, and his face turned purple.
So as soon as he was released, he immediately fell to his knees on the ground, holding his neck with his hands, breathing heavily.
But the tall man in the costume just stood aside and looked at him coldly.
After a while, the man in black raised his head, looked at the big man carefully, and then said: "You...who are you? Do you know who I am? The guy who just passed by
Who is it again? You are delaying a big event. If not...if not,"
At this time, although he was angry, he did not take any further action - just now, the other party just covered his mouth and nose and did not kill himself. He was obviously not an enemy. On the contrary, he just gave him a quiet gesture.
The other party had just had a hundred opportunities to insert a knife into his heart and understand him silently.
The handsome man sneered, and then said: "You are from the city guard's office, right?"
The man in black couldn't help but hesitated and said in surprise: "How do you know?"
The well-dressed man did not answer, but continued to ask: "You are here to follow Karl Hohmann, right?"
The man in black was stunned again, and his voice became a little more surprised, and he said: "How do you know?"
The well-dressed man showed sarcasm in his eyes, and continued with a sneer: "The tracking level is so poor, you almost messed up the mission.
I take it you haven’t attended a spy academy or obtained a CET-4 or CET-6 certificate, right?”
The man in black couldn't help but stare like eggs, and said: "You also need to get a certificate to follow someone?"
The man in the strong suit chuckled lightly, then stretched out his hand to pull the man in black up, as easily as lifting a chicken. While brushing the dust on his clothes, he said patiently: "Go back and tell the Lord of the City that he only needs to
Just take care of the major national affairs. Don't worry about these little things.
Professional matters should be left to professionals.
Letting you losers come here will only help me more and more."
The man in black looked at him blankly, feeling that his mind was full of question marks, so much so that he didn't even have time to care about the other party calling him a loser. Besides, his performance was indeed unprofessional and he was almost discovered.
After a while, he asked in a deep voice: "You...who are you?"
The handsome man bared his teeth like a jackal, smiled silently, and then turned to leave.
The man in black looked at his back and said solemnly: "Sir, this matter is of great importance. If you don't reveal your identity, we won't believe it. Naturally, we will continue to investigate and there will be no possibility of stopping."
The handsome man stopped for a moment, then turned his head slightly and said softly... and then disappeared into the darkness.
The man in black looked at the direction in which the man disappeared. He was stunned for a long time, and then murmured: "kgb? What is this?"
At this time, the moonlight slanted to the west and shone on his face, and you could clearly see the confusion on his face... Karl Hohmann left the street, walked for a while, and then came to the place where he was traveling.
Destination. It is also a cultural and entertainment venue in this city that is still open late at night.
The most famous Moulin Rouge Hotel in the Caribbean.
There is a convention in this world. Generally speaking, places with red letters are places that operate special services. When customers see the sign, they will know what the place is about.
As soon as Karl Homann entered the door, he immediately felt a sweet scent of powder coming towards him.
The aroma was so strong that it almost took one's breath away.
Immediately afterwards, a middle-aged woman dressed enchantingly came forward with a smile. She looked at Karl Homan and said, "Sir, you are finally back. Miss Lulu is already impatient to wait for you."
At this time, Karl Hohmann's tense face suddenly relaxed, revealing a cheerful smile.
He laughed loudly and said, "Aren't I busy?"
As he said that, he put his arms around the middle-aged woman, then reached out and slapped the woman's butt hard, and then twisted it hard.
The middle-aged woman couldn't help but let out a low cry in pain, and then angrily hit him twice on the chest.
Karl Homann immediately bared his yellow teeth and smiled even more happily. He said: "Just keep doing as usual, cook more good dishes and have two bottles of good wine."
As he spoke, he reached out and took out a few yellow gold coins and stuffed them into the woman's plump cleavage.
He looks like a wealthy person who spends a lot of money.
The cold gold coins fell into her arms, and the woman couldn't help but scream. She hurriedly reached into her arms, and then took it out. She saw that they were all yellow gold coins, and her smile suddenly became sweeter. With a sweet smile, she went straight to
He leaned into Karl Hohmann's arms, almost wishing he could get in.
Karl Hohmann smiled even more happily now, being treated like an uncle. Naturally, he felt very happy.
So much so that the uncles who were sitting in the hall chatting with the young girls couldn't help but raise their heads and look over here.
Karl Hohmann, however, didn't care. He was even happier when he saw the envious and jealous eyes of others.
Although all the money he is spending now is for the operation and comes from the public account, you must know that for this operation, he has to risk his life.
Therefore, Carl Hohmann believes that there is nothing wrong with treating yourself a little and living a more comfortable life.
As for the deficit loopholes that would arise in the process, he was not worried.
If the operation is successful, of course it can be compensated with the property of Lord Brad, the traitor. That old dog has definitely lost a lot of people's wealth over the years. It is said that he made two million just by speculating on the poisonous wolfberry.
Even if all his family members were killed and all his property was taken away, Karl Homann would not feel uneasy at all. That was the fate they deserved.
As for that, it failed.
If that fails, Carl Hohmann is the young elite.
He prides himself on "serving the country in seven lives" and believes that the destiny of the country is more important than life.
The pride of "I would rather be broken than broken" is deep in my heart.
When the time comes, the Major will definitely commit suicide and die for his country, leaving no clues for the Iskander family to lead out the Prime Minister behind the scenes.
Such a warrior who is always ready to sacrifice his life and serve his country with loyalty should not be rewarded with a luxurious life of fine wine and beautiful women, but should he be rewarded with steamed cornstarch and pickles?
He and the middle-aged woman joked a few more words, and then he saw a charming face in the crowd. Suddenly he thought of those erotic, violent and rarely inappropriate entanglements in the past, and he felt a burning sensation in his heart, and even his tongue felt a little tingly.
Qian, he hurriedly left the middle-aged woman behind and was about to walk over.
At this moment, someone next to him stepped forward to block him and said softly: "Your Excellency, my lord has invited you."
Karl Homan couldn't help but be startled, and then looked in the direction the man was pointing, and saw three or five figures gathered in an inconspicuous corner.
Through the bright lights, the livid faces of those people could be vaguely seen.
However, those people noticed that their expressions changed and they quickly put on flattering smiles.
Karl Homann couldn't help but smile contemptuously in his heart: These despicable old dogs~!
At this time, the woman had already come forward, looked at Karl Homan, and said coquettishly: "Where have you been? Why are you here now? Do you know that I am almost dying of waiting for you?"
But Karl Homan laughed, put his arms around the woman's slender waist, and said: "I'm here, aren't I? My dear, I also brought you a small gift.
Look, are you still angry?"
As he spoke, he took out an exquisite gold necklace from his arms.
The woman looked at the gems flashing on the necklace and couldn't help but exclaimed. The necklace was already worth a lot just for its workmanship, not to mention the gems inlaid on it.
She hurriedly took it with a smile on her face, and then nestled against Carl Hohmann like a bird.
Karl Hohmann was immediately even more proud.
At this moment, the voice of the attendant next to him sounded again, saying: "Your Excellency, my lord has invited you."
His tone was already a little impatient.
Karl Homan couldn't help but be startled, then sighed softly, then reached out and patted the woman on the back, saying: "You go back first, I have something to do, and I will come back after we finish talking."
The woman said a few more words of coquettishness, and Carl Hohmann's bones suddenly became weak. Then he coaxed the woman a few more words, and then turned and walked towards the corner.
When he came closer, the smile on his face was gone. Instead, he had a gloomy expression. He looked at those people unfriendly and said: "Dear presidents of the chamber of commerce, I wonder what you are thinking about now.
Already?"
The few people looked at each other, and finally, one of them, the fattest middle-aged man with a shiny face, said loudly: "Mr. Karl Hohmann..."
Karl Homan interrupted him coldly and said confidently: "Call me Sir, Lord Karl Homan. After this matter is successful, I will be the new Caribbean City Guardian. So remember to call me Sir."
The businessmen couldn't help but look at each other again.
Then the oily-faced middle-aged man smiled bitterly and said: "First... uh, sir. Sir, you want too much. We can't get it out at all. Can you please lower it a little bit?"
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Karl Homan looked at them coldly until they all became uneasy, and then slowly said: "A few of them don't seem to understand the truth.
I will explain it to you one last time~!”!~!
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