Didn't you go to Teyvat to earn money to support me?

Another leader, Fedo, immediately reminded his boss, "Ilyich, take it easy and don't act rashly. Probe their strength first."

Cocolia laughed loudly and arrogantly: "Are you blind? Isn't it obvious enough? My little darling is supporting us! You think we refugees are well-fed and clothed here because of my connections? It's all thanks to Bubu's influence. By the way, this monastery was just a gift from Bubu. Excuse me, corporal, a lion's woman won't be interested in mules and horses. You think you're worthy of coveting me and Bonya?"

Say whatever you can to disgust the other person. Cocolia has a fiery personality. She is a leader in the army. Doesn't she know how to insult people?

And it wasn't much of an exaggeration; the fact that the thousands of refugees Cocolia was taking care of were indeed able to stay here thanks to Brunhilde's support for the Moscow government.

"Kept?" Ilyich took a step forward, pointing at Brunhilde, "You kept them? You dared to make a move on them before I did! You little brat! Didn't you even ask who they were trying to shield them from by using you as a shield?! You skinny little thing dares to try keeping them, and you two too! You two filthy bitches..."

Brunhilde sighed and shot him in the knee.

Ilyich's eyes bulged, and he stumbled and fell to the ground. Almost simultaneously, Fedor paused, his hand instinctively reaching for his waist. Brunhilde, seeing his expression, sensed he might attack, and promptly fired another shot into his waist.

Even though Moscow is corrupt now, not every street thug carries a gun. Brunhilde had already observed everyone's equipment and was only targeting the two leaders.

The other thugs who were still clamoring behind their leader were dumbfounded. They didn't recognize Brunhilde, but they definitely recognized the gun in her hand. They had been bullying men and women because of their numbers, but they were all stunned when the gunshot rang out.

Suddenly, one of the thugs remembered that this guy had fled from the war zone, and Cocolia was even a former captain!

Brunhilde glanced at the gang of thugs without speaking, but everyone understood. If he, with his powerful background like Ilyich, dared to fire, and the others dared to run, then this ragdoll-like beautiful girl… this pretty boy would undoubtedly shoot them without mercy and leave them behind.

However, Bonya stared in disbelief at Brunhilde, while only Cocolia was filled with delight.

Neither of Brunhilde's two shots hit vital areas, but without treatment, there was a significant risk of death. The two thugs couldn't get up for a while, writhing on the ground howling in pain; one had a broken leg, and the other had his intestines spilling out.

Brunhilde put away his gun; he was always tolerant of ordinary people, and his hostility was not strong now.

"You'll regret this! You're too arrogant, you'll regret this!" Ilyich roared with all his might. "My father is Lieutenant General Gogol! Lieutenant General Gogol!"

“Don’t come within five meters of me. I’m just an ordinary person, a weak and helpless one at that. If you get within a distance where you can threaten me, I’ll shoot to protect myself. I have a legal gun license issued by Destiny, and believe me, I’ll shoot you for your own good.” Brunhilde squatted down and patted his face, then hesitated for a moment before turning around to open a bottle of water and rinse her hands.

Why are men's faces always oily, while women of advanced age have fair and smooth skin?

Brunhilde knew the other party didn't believe him, but he genuinely cared for these ordinary people. If he didn't fire, and Ilyich actually launched a physical attack on him, the self-defense capabilities of his Snow Wolf Squad's standardized second-generation Valkyrie armor would activate.

The second-generation Valkyrie armor is the most advanced exoskeleton armor currently deployed by Schicksal. It looks no different from regular clothes, but as a battle armor for powerful Valkyries to use on a daily basis, it is capable of destroying ordinary people like Ilyich once its self-defense capabilities are activated, simply by raising a defensive force field.

Well, Cecilia, Siegfried, and even the entire Snow Wolf Squad are practically terrified of him. Because, after all, he's just an ordinary person without any supernatural abilities, and he's the Achilles' heel of this whole group of girls. Sometimes, Shigure Kira and the others are even worried about him going out alone, thinking they should just lock him up and use him as their little wolfhound, allocating his time according to the number of days he's on.

But the Valkyrie armor at least allowed him to avoid being hurt by some conventional attacks.

"Brynhildr, huh? You're something else! Stealing someone's girlfriend and even daring to shoot! This isn't over!" Ilyich, clutching his leg and struggling to back away, was dizzy but still managed to hurl threats, "You've offended a lieutenant general! Do you think this is still the Soviet era? Do you think just because you're a soldier you can't be touched?"

Brunhilde's fingers touched the holster on her waist, and Ilyich immediately panicked and tried to hide behind the sofa... Then Brunhilde took the opportunity to put her arm around Cocolia's supple waist.

"Why is there such a big difference in attitude? They were polite and friendly when they thought I was a girl, but they kept spouting nonsense when they found out I was a boy." Brunhilde was too lazy to talk to him anymore, but she couldn't help but complain. "Can this Siberia ever get any better? Seeing how men are treated now makes me so angry that I'm shaking all over. I'm sweating profusely and my hands and feet are freezing cold by the campfire, and I can't feel any warmth at all."

But Cocolia whispered to him, "After all, the other family is one of the vice-chairmen in Moscow. If we really offend them now, Bubu, you have to help us solve this problem."

"If I don't resolve this, you'll have to kill someone."

"Um... there's not much else I can do but kill him and run away." Cocolia said somewhat embarrassedly, "Thugs are always insatiable. I don't think I can satisfy him even if I just endure it for a while. It would be better to take Banya with me and run away... then you'll never see Banya and me again."

If we can't see each other, we can't see each other.

"Huh...? I thought you had feelings for Bonya, but you're still touching her thigh right now."

Brunhilde was just joking, but since he was prepared to leave the two wives in Moscow, he was also prepared to step forward.

He pulled a business card from his pocket and tossed it to the pale-faced Ilyich. "Tell your father to contact me later. How dare the son of a vice chairman commit such a violent act in the street? Khrushchev was the son of a shopkeeper, Stalin was the son of a cobbler, and Brezhnev was the son of a metallurgist. Generations of leaders have struggled to rise to power, but none of them have done what you did. I guess that vice chairman doesn't really want to continue in his position."

Although arrogant, Ilyich wasn't stupid. He keenly sensed the contempt hidden in the boy's ridiculous words. Contempt for the Vice President of the Federation? This child's clothes and appearance clearly indicated he wasn't from an ordinary family. It was unlikely that someone like him would speak so arrogantly. So, was he confident?

Ignoring the pain, he made a phone call while immediately picking up the business card, but he couldn't make anything out of it. The card didn't even list his affiliation, position, company... nothing at all. The exquisite business card, embossed with gold and outlined with white flowers, simply displayed the boy's handwritten name.

——brunhild·kaslana.

Kaslana? Ilyich rummaged through his memories several times before finally recalling this somewhat familiar surname. The fact that he recognized such an uncommon surname meant that he must have been taught by his parents!

Scandinavians, a Scandinavian family… the Kaslana family? Ah, the Kaslana family, descendants of the Norwegian royal family?

Ilyich was about to grit his teeth and shout angrily, "What kind of country bumpkins and nobles are you? How dare a family from a small Nordic country compete with the Vice Chairman of the Russian Federation? I thought you had some powerful background, but this is all you've got!" His mood fluctuated wildly, filled with the rage of being looked down upon by these lowly scoundrels. He thought to himself, "If I had known this would happen, I would have shot first! What are you afraid of? International public opinion will break your legs and confine you to a basement to be raised like rag dolls! If you're a boy, you can join us! I don't believe your family has any ability to demand an explanation from us, especially since you didn't even know it was us, hehehehe!"

Damn it!

But as soon as he finished uttering the syllables "Kaslana" into the phone, he heard his father fall silent on the other end. Then, he realized with horror that his father was suppressing his anger.

"How dare you lay a hand on the Kaslana family! I've already told you not to offend the KGB. The KGB and the Mandate of Heaven are secretly connected!" Lieutenant General Gogol suppressed his rage, his tone extremely sinister. "Give the phone to the Kaslana family's little princess."

Ilyich was confused. Was this little white-haired beauty a boy or a girl?

But he was still unconvinced. "Who is he anyway? Do we need to be afraid of him? He's just a minor nobleman from Northern Europe, so what if he has a little money? This is Moscow! He stole your son's woman, your future daughter-in-law!"

"A minor noblewoman from Northern Europe? Keeping a mistress? Or is she your woman?" The father scoffed, his tone full of mockery. "Give the phone to Miss Brunhilde!"

Ilyich was trembling with rage. He wanted to smash his phone right then and there, but when he glanced at the three people over there, he saw the contempt and mockery in their eyes, and they were even standing there motionless, waiting for him to crawl over.

Ilyich gritted his teeth in hatred, but still dragged his broken leg, with the help of others, to them, and handed them his phone. Brunhilde took it casually and pressed the speakerphone button.

“I’m very sorry, Miss Brunhilde, but my son’s situation does not represent my position.” The voice on the phone was surprisingly calm. “How to deal with it is Kaslana’s family’s business. I have failed in my parenting. However, not every cadre in Moscow has such a reckless son. Please understand.”

Cocolia heard Brunhilde click her tongue, "Is this a case of executing Ma Su with tears in one's eyes?"

Ilyich's face changed drastically, and he almost instantly knelt down in fear. "Dad! I was wrong, I was wrong! Punish me! I won't stay in Moscow anymore. I'll join the pioneer team right now and do land reclamation work like the other cadres' sons! I'll definitely make something of myself outside, so don't send me to prison!"

Brunhilde shrugged, turned to the side, and said that it was she who was preventing Ilyich from kneeling.

"It's too late, Ilyich. I've cleaned up all the mess you've made in the past. But, you've offended a high-ranking official. I really can't help you now."

"No, no, no! I can't go to jail! I'm the son of a lieutenant general! You old fool, you can't shirk your responsibility! I'm your only son!"

"Over the years I have tried my best to give you the best of everything, the best education, the best opportunities. I have given you everything I could. Why haven't you grown into the person I expect you to be? Stalin, Kalinin, Mikoyan, Kosygin, does the best talent in this country have to come from the lowest working class and peasantry? As long as I have selfish motives and want my child to have better resources, my child will become this kind of useless person."

Lieutenant General Gogol sighed, "It's all up to Miss Brunhilde to decide."

Brunhilde listened to the voice on the phone and felt that the person's emotions seemed genuine; in any case, he didn't detect any intention of Gogol protecting him.

Unexpectedly, Bangya actually bravely voiced her opinion into her phone at this moment.

"No! If we agree, you'll definitely have the police arrest your son, and that'll be the end of it. After that, you'll definitely find a way to get your son out of prison. You have so much power in Moscow, your words have no credibility!"

Brunhilde thought to herself, "Bonya, you're practically forcing him to his death! Hey, hey, hey, Lieutenant General Gogol only had this one son. I already shot him, and you're still not satisfied? Forcing him to his death only to create an enemy is just too much..."

“No problem!” To everyone’s surprise, Gogol agreed without hesitation. “You can shoot him today. Here, in front of all these people, I promise you! I, Gogol, will not seek revenge!”

Ilyich was stunned, almost unable to believe it was true. Brunhilde, in any case, felt a little sorry for him.

But Brunhilde smiled and continued, "Has the new Federation become so corrupt? Ilyich didn't deserve to die no matter what, yet you let us kill a citizen at will without legal trial. You've got some serious connections, Lieutenant General."

The lieutenant general remained silent.

Brunhilde sighed. "How about this, let's compromise. I'm Scandinavian, is this considered an international dispute? Let's extradite him to a Norwegian prison. He'll be treated fairly there. Hmm... he might need chemical castration, but at least his life will be saved. Besides, our Norwegian prisons are quite good; they don't torture prisoners. And besides, Ilyich probably has many illegitimate children, so you don't need to worry about offspring."

The person on the other end of the phone finally responded in a low voice: "Do as Miss Brunhilde says."

Ilyich's eyes widened in fury, and he began to yell and scream. But the thugs around him couldn't stand it anymore. They knocked him unconscious with an elbow, then carried him to the ambulance in a fawning manner.

The ambulance was called in advance by Bonya because she was worried that the two people who were shot would lose too much blood.

Then the police arrived. It's worth noting that doctors seem to be more dedicated than police officers everywhere. Several officers, clearly having received word of the operation, ruthlessly packed up and took away this group of well-connected thugs, making sure it never happened again. It makes sense; once Brunhilde's name reached the upper echelons of Moscow, these refugees would at least receive some more friendly assistance.

Only after everything was over did the three of them go upstairs and return to their bedroom, amidst the awe-inspiring gazes of the refugees on the first floor.

“Such a small matter would have been a headache for you after the collapse of the Soviet Union,” Brunhilde laughed. “In Chinese parlance, a fallen phoenix is ​​no better than a chicken.”

"After all, we don't have any identities now, but it's okay. After I finish dealing with these matters, I'll contact my old KGB comrades... Hmm, let's set up an orphanage." Cocolia said casually. "Then I can also contact the Anti-Entropy officers to find some support, and then I'll begin my retirement. How should I put it, those relationships I cultivated back then aren't entirely useless after all."

Brunhilde looked around the bedroom, which had become a cozy little nest for the two married women, and found that there was only one bed.

Do you usually sleep together?

“Bonya and I have been friends for so many years, what’s the big deal about sleeping together? Her future children will have to call me godmother.” As Cocolia spoke, she noticed Bonya’s blushing face and suddenly frowned. “I say, Miss Bubu, you’ve been rubbing my Bonya for an hour now, you don’t need to pretend to be such a spoiled brat… Your adorable face really doesn’t suit you.”

Brunhilde blinked. "I am a playboy, what do you mean by pretending—but it does seem a bit incongruous for most people to think of two beautiful married women sleeping together every day."

"What do you mean by 'married woman'!" Bangya said angrily, pulling his hand away from her thigh. The boy's hands were fair and delicate, but he didn't know how to caress at all. He had even rubbed his socks raw!

Chapter 79 Bronya's Surname?

Bonya was a little taken aback. In Moscow, she was considered a wealthy and beautiful young woman admired by many. How could this boy call her a "married woman"? Was he just a child who didn't know any better and was calling her whatever he wanted? All his girlfriends weren't much younger than her.

Perhaps Shigure Kira and the others are Valkyries? They look quite young, like high school or college students? But so what? You have no idea how beautiful a woman in her early twenties is!

Brunhilde had no idea what she had said wrong. Those four words were just normal adjectives, weren't they? Did they mean to call her a divorced woman? But I'm not sure if dying for one's husband counts as divorced, are they?

Moreover, even with Brunhilde's emotional intelligence, she knew that if she dared to ask that question aloud, Bonya would definitely be even angrier.

Bonya gritted her teeth in annoyance, but seeing Brunhilde's puzzled look, she could only hold back and patiently explained, "Brunhilde, you can't use the word 'woman' to describe girls. That word has a very obvious discriminatory connotation and doesn't sound nice."

Brunhilde glanced at her. "Why would a single word make you feel discriminated against and oppressed?"

“Uh… look, Bubu, women are always defined as women over thirty, and women who have been married or have children.”

"But you are a married woman who is planning to have children."

Bangya's beautiful eyes widened in anger, and she sat up straight, about to pinch his face. "Then why did you touch my butt!"

"Is there any connection between these things?" Brunhilde reached out and pressed her face against Brunhilde's, preventing Brunhilde from touching her.

“You…” Bonya looked at Brunhilde in disbelief. He actually asked what the connection was? Wasn’t there any connection? This was simply…

"I can't understand. First of all, the definition of the word 'woman' is 'an adult female over the age of fourteen,' and you completely meet that condition. As for your subjective definition of 'a woman who has been married or has had children,' you also meet your subjective definition. But whether it is the legal definition or what your supervisor considers 'customary usage,' it is an adjective that is completely free of any discrimination or humiliation. I don't understand why you are averse to this term."

Bonya was a little confused. Was this... this child trying to reason with her?

However, Bonya wasn't an unreasonable girl. She even found it a little strange that she would consciously act like a spoiled princess in front of Brunhilde. She shouldn't be like that... But Brunhilde did have a very relaxing and reliable aura. Although they weren't exactly best friends, she always subconsciously felt that she could be more casual in front of her.