Snow Leopard: Building the Strongest Elite Group through Robbery

Berlin? What does this have to do with Berlin?

Even though Takeshita Toshi was both literate and skilled in martial arts, he was completely bewildered by Khabayev's words.

"Don't you understand?" Khabayev approached Takeshita Shun, knowing that Takeshita Shun had an excellent memory.

Taking the note, Khabayev pulled out a lighter, burned it, threw it on the ground, and then stomped on it twice. "The Berlin troops in Canada act as a link. The Americans worry that while they're attacking, they're also trying to win over the Japanese. The Japanese worry that after the Berlin troops withdraw, the Americans will do something detrimental to them. And the fact is, if they really leave, the Americans will definitely take action, therefore..."

understood.

Takeshita Shun suddenly realized and tapped the table. "I understand now. In this situation, the US wants Berlin to withdraw, while the Japanese don't want them to withdraw. They want them to maintain the status quo."

"Yes, once Berlin makes a move to withdraw, Tokyo will inevitably make readjustments. And no matter how they readjust, they will want to get away from Yamashiro, this place of trouble. I think you should understand what that means for Yamashiro."

Takeshita Shun calmly took out a cigarette, lit it, and went to the window. The shouts there continued, growing louder with each passing moment.

It was very inspiring. If the gleaming bayonets and the machine guns set up not far away were removed, he believed that the people here would truly worship their prime minister. However, the machine guns and the gleaming bayonets greatly diminished the appeal of the matter.

"I think it's necessary for me to send you back to China."

The person has disappeared.

Moshko, amidst the heavy snowfall, the Defense Secretary, who had just gotten out of his car and hadn't yet gone to the Prime Minister's residence to preside over next year's military training and equipment supply meeting, received a message from Hols, who had just taken over as Home Secretary.

Khabayev's family suddenly disappeared, and no one knows where they went.

Looking at the swirling snowflakes, the Defense Minister felt cold in the air. He wasn't stunned; he was simply terrified by the news.

He disagreed with the intelligence chief's dismissal and transfer to the Far East. A man like Khabayev, even if dismissed, should be kept under control in Moshiko, not sent to a place inconvenient for the Empire to manage.

The people in the Far East desperately want Khabayev.

"Do you know how to repay him?" The Defense Minister took off his gloves, took out a cigarette from his uniform, and handed it to his new comrade. As for the former Home Minister, he was secretly executed not long after failing to stop the remnants of the previous regime from causing trouble. This man, on the other hand, was transferred back from another region. He was very good at flattery, which was an important reason why Prime Minister Tiber was so proud of himself.

“Report the facts truthfully,” the Home Minister said solemnly. “I believe that our Prime Minister will provide us with the best possible outcome.”

Ha ha……

The Defense Minister raised his wrist to check the time. It was still early; there was still more than half an hour before the meeting was scheduled to begin. The Prime Minister would not be attending today's meeting, as he had gone to a mountain resort in the south two days ago to escape the cold.

"Come for a walk with me." The Minister of Defense's footsteps crunched through the snow, and two clear rows of footprints soon appeared in the courtyard, which had not yet been cleared.

Arriving at a secluded spot, the Defense Minister put his gloves back on and gazed at the distant skyscrapers.

"The snow in the capital is beautiful, but there are always some unpleasant things that affect our mood."

The Minister of the Interior sensed a hidden meaning in his words, but he didn't know what it meant. He glanced at the Minister of Defense in front of him but didn't say anything. However, seeing that the Minister of Defense was admiring the snow scene, he knew that if he didn't speak up, the Minister probably wouldn't say anything either.

Having just arrived, he was unfamiliar with everything here. The tricks that worked on the Prime Minister were completely useless on this person and a few others; they weren't people who liked to hear flattery.

"I'm new here and don't know much about things, so please give me some guidance." He adopted a very humble attitude.

The Defense Minister turned to look at him; “Not really, just sharing my own thoughts. Think about it, you’ve only been here for less than two months, and the situation the Prime Minister wanted hasn’t happened. Under these circumstances, the Chief of Intelligence’s family members have disappeared right under your nose. Do you think the Prime Minister would be happy to hear such news?”

Wouldn't he just get rid of you?

"Then... what should I do?" The Minister of the Interior felt a chill run down his spine. He was only thinking about praising the Prime Minister, but he forgot that while praising, he should at least have some substance of his own. Praising alone might be appropriate in other places, but here, it's useless.

The Defense Secretary tightened his military overcoat, then crossed his arms to warm his already not-so-warm body. "Their only destination is not disappearance, but death. As for the Chief of Intelligence, whatever method you use, you must let the Prime Minister know that he is also dead. Furthermore, you must secretly arrange for someone to quickly investigate where he went and secretly eliminate him."

Since he made a choice that was detrimental to the empire, all I could do was send him to where he was supposed to go.

The Minister of the Interior almost knelt down before him. In just a few words, he had been pulled back from the brink of death. If he didn't consider him a friend, he wouldn't have told him all this.

"I have learned a lot. From now on, Your Excellency's will will be my will."

Really?

The Minister of Defense smiled calmly and patted him on the shoulder. He didn't really trust this man, nor did he really want to help him. However, the head of the intelligence department was involved with too many people. If that person found out that he had betrayed the empire, then the empire would face a new round of bloodshed.

The empire has already purged too many outstanding generals and talents for trivial matters, and he does not want such a thing to happen again.

Therefore, he had no choice but to save this sycophant.

It doesn't matter if he dies, but how many people will lose their lives because of his report?

Berlin's actions were becoming increasingly intense, forcing him to take some preventative measures.

"Now that we're here, we're all family. We haven't gone against His Excellency's wishes. We just don't want His Excellency to be troubled by trivial matters. If His Excellency has to worry about everything, that would be a dereliction of duty on our part, and also on yours. In such a volatile place, even a very minor mistake could cost you your life."