I suggest you turn down the volume on your mobile phone.

"What? Presidential Palace! More than 400 missiles?" Busmulin was immediately frightened. What kind of international joke was this? Not to mention 400 missiles, even 400 grenades are enough to blow up the entire presidential palace several times.

Are 400 missiles going to blow up the entire city?

"Where do these missiles come from?" Busmulin continued to ask. Their country has always advocated peace. War was a matter of the past. Making money is the most important thing. So now the entire Frankish Kingdom is in the international arena. The relationship with us is pretty good, which country shouldn't be provoked?

"From all over Europe! Missiles from almost every country are aimed at us!"

Busmulin's eyes darkened, "Is there any way to intercept it?"

"No, our national defense system can only intercept less than 20 missiles at the same time. Otherwise, it can only be intercepted by fighter jets. However, the risk of this method is too high. As long as there is a slight deviation, let alone If the missile is intercepted, the fighter jet may be destroyed first!"

"Then what should we do?" Busmulin slammed the table. If there was only one enemy, they could negotiate and communicate, but the whole of Europe was crazy. Who should he go to negotiate with first? Maybe in the next second, all the missiles will be deployed and fired directly towards their heads, so they might as well just close their eyes and wait for death.

"Minister, we intercepted a message!"

"Quick! Decode it!" Busmulin said, perhaps this is the only clue they can get now.

"Minister, this is an encrypted communication band. Someone may want to communicate with us!"

"Initiate communication immediately!" Busmulin said quickly, as if there was a long sword hanging above his head. If he was not careful, it would be the result of destruction.

Of course, I hope that the explosion in the capital will not affect him, but as the Minister of Defense, Busmulin will inevitably become a sinner in the history of the country. What kind of useless minister can actually let hundreds of missiles be fired into their country.

With a harsh current, Busmulin finally connected to the mysterious frequency band.

"Who are you? Did you plan this operation?" Busmulin asked impatiently, "What is your purpose?"

"Mr. Busmulin, please calm down. First of all, I hope you can believe that we have no malicious intentions!" A slow but deep voice came from the other side.

Busmulin picked up a cup and was about to throw it to the ground. What does it mean to have no malice? More than 400 missiles have been aimed at them, and here are you fucking telling him that he means no harm? Isn't this lying with your eyes open?

"Mr. Busmulin, I still suggest you put down the things in your hands. Smashing things will not solve the current problem."

Busmulin restrained his emotions a little, but his hand stopped suddenly. How did the other party know that he was holding a cup? This is the core of the Ministry of National Defense. It is absolutely impossible for outsiders to get any information here. How could that person know?

Suddenly, Goosebumps appeared all over Busimulin's body. It felt like there was an eye in the sky that could see everything here directly through this thick building!

But considering that they can target all intercontinental missiles in Europe at them, what does this little skill mean?

The other party will also take the initiative to find ways to contact them. Obviously, there is still room for discussion on this matter!

Busmulin carefully put the cup back in its place, making almost no sound.

"What is your purpose in doing this?"

"I am from the Dorelas family!"

Busmulin's heart trembled! Suddenly most of the doubts in my mind disappeared! As the defense minister of a country, how could he not know about this family? This is an incredibly ancient family. They possess power that no country can match. As long as they think about it, any political power or even country in Europe will collapse in an instant.

As long as they say a word, any country in Europe will use all the strength of the whole country to help. There are many people who know them, but not many people who really understand them. Even Busmulin doesn't know who this family is. .

But his last defense minister once told him before retiring that if one day the Dorelas family needs him for something, he must not refuse, and he must not refuse!

This sentence has always been deeply etched in his mind.

He had always known that this family was very influential, but he had never known how powerful they were. Now he knew why his predecessor told him this.

Do you dare not to do it? Okay, then let's try what more than 400 missiles taste like.

"What are your orders?" Busmulin said respectfully.

"It seems that Sivert has trained you well," a laugh came from the other side, "Actually, it's nothing, I just wanted to trouble you to convey a message."

"You say!"

"Zhang Mengyu, don't move, otherwise the Frankish Kingdom will perish!"

After saying this, the other party directly cut off the communication.

"Zhang Menglong? Who is Zhang Menglong?" Busmulin was stunned for a moment. He didn't even know who this person was!

But he could probably guess some information. This person named Zhang Mengyu should have a close relationship with the Dorelas family. He should be in Frank now, and someone is trying to do something threatening to him!

They were exposed to more than 400 missiles, just to give them a reminder!

"Quick! Try your best to find this person named Zhang Mengyu!" Busmulin immediately issued the order.

It's really easy to find information about Zhang Mengyu. He just made the news today, and now, he also appears on the local TV station's live broadcast.

In just a few minutes, Busmulin was about to get most of the information that Zhang Mengyu had found.

"These idiots! They don't even know what kind of person they are holding accountable!" Busmulin gritted his teeth in hatred!

Not to mention that Zhang Menglong just led a group of mentally ill people to demolish the Champs-Élysées. Even if he demolished their presidential palace, their president would probably only be able to smile and applaud while saying that the demolition was well done.

How many lives does Murray have to die? He actually wanted to use force to detain Zhang Mengyu?

"Check Murray's phone number for me, I want to talk to him personally!"

…

At the investigation center, nearly ten minutes have passed, and Murray's expression has become more and more relaxed. If Zhang Mengyu really has a big connection, ten minutes will be enough for him to use his own resources to protect him. , but no!

It can be seen that although Zhang Mengyu is rich, his power units are limited to Asia. In Europe, even a dragon has to be controlled by him!

Thinking of this, his waist straightened up a bit.

At this moment, Murray's cell phone suddenly rang. He instinctively picked up the phone and was about to put it to his ear.

"Mr. Murray, I have a suggestion for you. I think you should turn down the volume on your phone!" Zhang Mengyu looked at him with a half-smile. He didn't know what Hagen had done in the past few minutes, but he knew that this Mu Ray is going to be in trouble.

Murray didn't take Zhang Mengyu's words to heart. He pressed the listen button, "I'm Murray, who are you."

"You bastard! Do you know what you are doing? More than 400 missiles are now aimed at the presidential palace. Do you want to destroy the entire Frank?" A huge roar almost destroyed Murray's eardrums.

Murray was immediately scolded stupid...