Western Sahara:

Ayuen International Airport is full of fully armed soldiers. Although they know that those warlord armed groups will not be so bold, some things must be ensured to be foolproof.

The three of them were the leaders of the military lieutenant colonels, and the colonel stood at the international airport to wait for Joseph's arrival.

When the private passenger plane landed, the group bowed to Joseph respectfully. The first thing Joseph saw was Marceau. Marceau, wearing a professional suit, indeed has a completely different style than usual.

"His Majesty!"

"Masce, very good."

It's very good. I don't know if it means the suit is good, the people are good or the position is good, but no one cares about these things, just understand that it's just to praise it.

"So, who now tells me about the situation in Western Sahara at this time?"

A car can only accommodate two people, that is, one of the three people can only accompany Joseph. Now, asking is to determine who will ride in the same car with Joseph.

"Assistant Marceau is clear about these things, so let Assistant Marceau tell you!"

Smith's meaning was clearly recognized by Hermann. They all knew that Marceau was Joseph's butler. It was most appropriate to let Marceau report at this time. If there was anything dissatisfied with Joseph, he would not scold him.

Marceau gave a thank-you gift to Smith and Hermann. What else is more important than showing himself in front of Joseph just now?

"At three o'clock last night, we had already locked in the temporary residence of the armed organization. The number of armed personnel on the other side was about 300 to 500. The weapons were mainly AK, and heavy weapons were not confirmed. However, it is very likely that there were no or very few, and they did not have the ability to threaten us."

"If the ability to threaten the Western Sahara police is causing heavy losses. If those organizations that threaten us take action, will the Western Sahara region give in to others?"

Joseph was very dissatisfied with Marceau's last words, but his target was not Marceau. After all, Marceau was right, and those armed personnel did not have the ability to threaten the Nord military.

"Sorry, Marceau!"

"It's okay, Your Majesty!"

Marceau understood Joseph's mood at this time, and even if he couldn't understand, what else could Joseph apologize as the grand duke of the priest?

Joseph obviously didn't want to continue talking about this topic. Since it was confirmed and the other party did not have the ability to threaten it, then the next step was to wait for the good news.

"How is life in Western Sahara? Although the oasis has not been built yet, there are some attractions worth visiting in Ayuen."

"Your Majesty, I am now the Assistant to the Prime Minister of the Cabinet."

Joseph's words made Marceau smile bitterly. He is not a female housekeeper but a national civil servant now. How can such an identity be suitable for traveling? Especially when facing such a thing, busyness is the only word that can be described.

"I forgot this and thought you were the neat butler who could get everything done. Abner felt very sorry for knowing your affairs."

"I'm sorry for disappointing Butler Abner."

Since he came to Nord, the one who communicated most was Abna, and he also tried his best to cultivate Marceau Abna, but who would have trained Marceau to become Prime Minister Nord today.

The impact of this incident was very bad. According to some feedback from Joanna, many palace servants at this time were delusional to be valued and then enter politics. After all, the Duchy of Nord has this tradition, James, and Marceau is the same.

Joseph had no good idea about this. James was really not a suitable and trustworthy person back then, while Marceau really had the talent in this area and was a bit useless to be a female housekeeper.

What's more, Joseph got Smith's call on the first day of Marceau's work. The phone didn't say much about it. It just simply described Marceau's adaptability to work. Smith only commented on this, and that maybe Marceau would be the Nord version of Mrs. Thatcher in the future.

This evaluation is naturally very happy. After all, Marceau's political career was decided by him, which is enough to show his vision.

Just as Joseph was speaking, a small town in central Western Sahara was fighting fiercely. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was a war, actually, it was a torture.

When the town AK sounded sporadically, more than a dozen armed helicopters had begun to cover strafing and bombing. Not far away were military trucks parked, and the fully armed soldiers of the Node Defense First Army were ready to sweep the tail.

At this time, the leader of the armed forces regretted it. If he knew that one day he would never risk robbing Nord's armored vehicle for millions of euros, and thus offend Nord's military.

The Western Sahara region was full of armed forces. At that time, the leader was thinking that they could probably determine a certain range, but they could not find themselves directly!

That's true, but he ignored the efforts of the Nordian military to find him. Within a certain range, the Nordian military began to notify their leaders, either telling about the recent activities of various organizations or exterminate them together.

Such an arrogant attitude naturally aroused dissatisfaction, but when the Nord military wiped out a thousand-man armed force in less than half an hour and had zero casualties on its own, all the shouts stopped instantly.

The combat effectiveness of the two sides is too different. Armored vehicles, tanks, armed helicopters, and even every Nord soldier is wearing the latest body armor, with various auxiliary equipment for increasing aiming and night vision.

Think about the battle scene. One side attacks with automatic rifles such as AK, while the other side is machine guns, small-caliber cannons, and armed helicopters. Even if the soldiers are hit when they are sweeping, as long as they do not hit the deadly part exposed outside, then hitting the bulletproof vest will only cause severe pain.

How to carry out such a battle? Half an hour to wipe out a thousand armed forces? Such time is mainly wasted. In fact, the armed helicopters fired for about six minutes. The militants in the town had collapsed their beliefs and had no intention of counterattacking.

Dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong...

The leader watched with his own eyes the guard who was exposed in front of him was swept his body by the heavy machine gun with a large caliber. It took less than ten seconds to get a piece of meat. Don’t talk to others, even his mentality has begun to collapse, and there is only one word left in his mind - escape!

Escape? But can you escape at this time? The answer is naturally no, so after his guards, he soon turned into a piece of minced meat, and the euro in the password box next to him was swept by machine guns and the banknotes swept across it... Blood splattered in it with a different kind of blur.

The commander of the attack saw the tragedy of the human world through the telescope and looked expressionless. He just got in the car while telling him to sweep his head.
Chapter completed!