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Chapter 154 Agent

Movsky stood in the dim office. Outside the window was the sky that was about to be swallowed by the night, but his heart was darker than the night.

His clenched fists were trembling slightly, his eyes seemed to be able to spit out fire, and the anger in his heart was like a volcano about to erupt, surging and almost swallowing him whole.

"These bureaucrats!" he roared in a low voice, his voice full of despair and anger, "How dare they! How dare they only care about fighting for power and enriching themselves at this critical moment of life and death for this country!"

In the west, the plague was like an invisible beast, silently devouring lives, turning villages into ruins and cities into panic.

Poland no longer exists, and the plague is about to spread to its own land, but the so-called "leaders" of the government seem to turn a blind eye to this. They only care about their own careers and their own wealth, and are even willing to sacrifice the fate of the country in exchange for personal gain.

Internally, the cult spread rapidly like a cancer, and the believers who were brainwashed by the cult were like wild beasts that had lost their minds, wreaking havoc on the land of the motherland.

They killed innocent people, destroyed order, and spread fear to every corner.

The troops sent out were supposed to be the protectors of the country, but they were so fragile in front of these cultists that they were slaughtered again and again, as if they were cursed by some mysterious force.

Behind all this is the indifference and selfishness of the bureaucrats.

They sit in magnificent offices, enjoying the support of the people, but turn a blind eye to the crisis facing the country.

They make policies not for the future of the country but for their own power and wealth. They are corrupt, enrich themselves, squander the country's resources and turn a blind eye to the suffering of the people.

"Is this our country?" Movsky roared angrily, "Are we just going to watch it go to destruction?"

Thinking back to our motherland, we realize how powerful it once was.

Although the internal economy is in chaos, will we be helpless in the face of a crisis of this magnitude?
No, never!

No, the giant from decades ago has fallen. Although he has a glorious history, he is still not as great as the former empire, the empire ruled by the Romanovs!

Movsky's thoughts were like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, crossing the boundaries of time and space and returning to that distant and glorious era, the Romanov dynasty.

In that era, the country was so powerful, its territory was so vast, and the European countries were so afraid of it.

"If the Romanov family were still alive, they would never allow such a tragedy to happen!" Movsky thought to himself, his eyes flashing with nostalgia for past heroes and deep dissatisfaction with the current situation.

However, the reality is cruel. The country before us is like a candle swaying in the wind and rain, which may go out at any time.

The selfishness of the bureaucrats, the rampant cults, and the ravages of external plagues constitute a doomsday picture.

The people struggled in despair, hoping for salvation, but it seemed that even the heavens were silent and did not give any response.

"Well, how about you build another empire?"

The rough voice immediately made Movsky alert.

"Who, who is talking?"

Movsky looked around vigilantly and saw a strong man walking out from the shadows.

The strength of the man made Movsky swallow his saliva. He had a feeling that if he fought with this strong man, he would be crushed to death in a few seconds.

"who are you?"

Movsky suppressed the panic in his heart and tried his best to sound calm.

"My name is Jin Bing, and I'm here specifically to guide you."

Jin Bing did not approach Movsky, but kept a relatively safe distance from him to avoid irritating the soldier.

What do you want to do? "Movsky asked tentatively, trying to get more information from Ivan's tone and expression.

"Movsky, you and I both know that what this country needs is not more bureaucrats and incompetent leaders, but a leader who can lead it out of the darkness and regain its glory. And I, believe you, is that person."

Upon hearing this, Movsky was stunned for a moment.

He never thought that he would become a "leader" in the eyes of others, nor did he imagine that he would have to stand up personally to challenge the deep-rooted corrupt forces and fight against the raging plague and rampant cults.

"I... I'm not sure if I can do it. No, how can I do it? Even if I can, do I have to set up a military government?" Movsky's voice trembled slightly, but there was less hesitation and more thought in his tone.

This stranger, what he said seemed to make sense, and his words were so gentle that he didn't look like he was out to hurt me.

The voice was so beautiful, maybe it was an angel sent by the Lord to save him.

"Isn't this perfect? ​​Use the army as the mainstay to establish a militarized empire, and you become the emperor of this empire." Jin Bing's words exploded in Movsky's mind like thunder, leaving him at a loss for a moment.

Establishing a militarized empire and becoming an emperor? This sounded like a fantasy, something he had never dared to imagine.

"You...are you serious?" There was a hint of disbelief in Movsky's voice. His eyes flickered, trying to find a trace of a joke on Jin Bing's face, but Jin Bing's expression was extremely serious, without the slightest hint of joking.

"A robber can be the master of this country, and so can a spy. Why can't you?"

"But... this is crazy. I have never thought of becoming an emperor, nor have I ever thought of building a militarized empire. Besides, I don't have that power." There was a hint of struggle in Movsky's voice. He knew that his inner fear and anxiety were preventing him from making a decision.

Movsky admitted that he did control part of the army, but that power alone was not enough for him to launch a coup.

Didn’t the officer of higher rank than him fail in his previous attempt to save the giant?
"No, no, no, I also have the help of some people, such as those believers of the Blood God, who can help us very well, right?"

Kingpin's words stirred up a storm in Movsky's heart again. Believers in the Blood God? Those beasts who were brainwashed and lost their minds by the evil cult could actually be regarded as helpers by Kingpin? This was simply unbelievable.

"You mean... use those cultists?" Movsky's voice was full of disbelief, and his eyes flashed with shock and confusion.

Movsky wanted to say that you are actually a member of the cult, but he just couldn't "bear the heart" to say it.

"Yes, although they have been brainwashed by the cult, they are also a force that cannot be ignored. I have talked to their leader. They are also afraid of the plague. They just want a home."

Kingpin's words echoed in Movsky's ears as he tried to digest this startling suggestion.

"Do you really think we can guide them and make them our allies in the fight against corruption and plague?" There was obvious doubt in Movsky's voice, and his eyes swept back and forth on Kingpin, trying to find the answer from the other's expression.

He could not imagine that the cultists who only knew how to kill could cooperate.

But this proposal was made by this honest and loyal man, so it shouldn’t be false, right?
"Yes, I talked to them. The killings they carried out were just disguised. As long as we can give them the right guidance and let them see real hope, they may become the force that changes the destiny of the country."

Jin Bing walked slowly towards Movsky. He didn't notice at all that the honest man in his eyes was now so close to him.

"Movsky, you and I both know that this country is already terminally ill and needs a strong medicine to heal. Although those cultists behave in extreme ways, deep down in their hearts, they also yearn for salvation and peace.

The reason they have embarked on this path of no return is largely due to a lack of proper guidance and dissatisfaction with reality. "

"But how can we guide them? After all, they are used to violence and killing, and have killed so many people. It is difficult to resolve their hatred."

Movsky's brows were furrowed, his heart filled with doubt and anxiety.

"It doesn't matter. War is a melting pot that will absorb everyone. The threat of the plague is imminent.

The followers of the Blood God are only causing minor damage, and the people will understand. "

After listening to it, Movsky felt that something was wrong, but it also seemed that everything he said was right.

His mind was becoming increasingly confused, so he gave up thinking about this and started asking other questions instead.

"So how can we use these cultists to achieve our goals?"

"Aren't you using it now? We just need to add fuel to the fire and let the cultists defeat the army. Then you can appear as a savior."

"When will I."

Movsky was stunned. He and his troops had remained in the base even though they had not received any orders from their superiors.

But as other troops are eliminated one after another, isn't this a disguised way of eliminating dissidents?

"Is it really okay to do this?"

Movsky realized that if he did the same, he would become the corrupt bureaucrat he described, and would have to cooperate with a group of evil cultists.

"Well, very good, Movsky, the new era is calling you, don't you want to be the Tsar of the new century?"

tsar!

This word immediately ignited the ambition in Movsky's heart.

"But I don't have the blood of the Romanov family, so I can't be the Tsar."

"No, you deserve it. There is a true God willing to crown you!"

(End of this chapter)