Chapter 766 - 46: Unfurling the Banner (Part 4)

"What is that! Where’s my Iron Knight gone!"

Vladimir, the theoretical legitimate ruler of Latovia, draped in an expensive velvet blanket, surrounded by fine wine he had never tasted and treasures he had never seen.

Indeed, while Vladimir was thousands of times wealthier than the average Latovian, if the average local living standard was one, then the global average had to be two or three hundred.

Vladimir was a lord yearning for power and a prosperous world, but no matter how much he racked his brain, he couldn’t break into modern society; despite all his scheming, killing, and plundering, he could only extract this much money from those impoverished wretches.

Sometimes he really wished he could kill all his cunning subjects and then ask them in Hell: why are you so poor.

Poor as they were, they still ran everywhere during tax collection, wasting manpower and resources.

If the average Latovian’s living standard was one, then the wealth level of the Rocksen Group had to start at tens of billions, an incalculable level...

A little benefit was enough for this so-called Duke to lick the stinking feet of foreign tycoons like a dog, just as long as the foreign rich slightly called him a "noble aristocrat," he didn’t even feel like a little dog...

He would even delude himself into thinking: he is the noble aristocrat, and overseas millionaires are just a group of businessmen without legitimacy.

This is the power he was born with!

However, he wasn’t a fool; he knew very well how powerful the Iron Knight was. His daily pleasure was playing an omniscient king in the noble surveillance room, watching civilians yield in fear.

Until one of the surveillance screens suddenly turned to static.

Then there seemed to be continuous thunderous sounds in the sky...

Thunder, during the day?

"Disconnected."

A long-haired guy with a big beard was welding at the table, but hearing something was wrong, he quickly rolled over on his chair—

Latovia had no prosthetics doctors; in fact, as a burgeoning industry, besides the Atlas Group’s extensive samples and training investments, there were no so-called "wild" prosthetics doctors.

Outside of the Atlas Group, every prosthetics doctor was a somewhat skilled "technology practitioner," like Anton Wank, who was stationed here to provide technical support for the Duke of Latovia.

This guy looked in poor health, covered in grease, wearing shabby clothes with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, appearing very disheveled, but with penetrating eyes, especially scornful — mainly of the Duke of Latovia.

He was now in the workshop, where he had performed hundreds of operations, becoming proficient with the technology he had received, completing the transformation of those peasant civilians.

His skills, as a result, improved significantly.

Vladimir looked at the workshop on the monitor, puzzled and a little irritable as he asked, "What do you mean by disconnected? What line? Why is there a loud noise in the sky? Thunder during the day?"

"...It’s a sonic boom."

"Sonic boom? What’s a sonic boom? Sound...explosion? What are you talking about, is it witchcraft?!"

Anton directly ignored this ignoramus and returned to the console immediately.

"Something is attacking our camp... got it... what is this?"

Anton kept pulling up cameras near the disconnection point: some were placed near the outpost, others on those guards.

High-speed cameras could hardly capture anything but a blur—a certain fast-moving object descended from the sky, instantly taking down the gigantic Rhino Mecha.

Although the image was blurry, judging by the outline, it was a humanoid silhouette...

Matching perfectly with the target image his employer sent him: a super combat armor capable of aerial combat, using some technology the Stark Family stole from his father!

"Looks like the target we’re looking for has shown up, and it’s alive and kicking."

"Is this the plebeian worth billions? I must take him down; this deal is too profitable..."

Anton increasingly found his temporary service client absurd:

"Worth billions," "too profitable," "plebeian"...

This lord had a mysterious arrogance and was incredibly foolish; in the Soviet Union, even elementary school students might be more educated than him.

Although Lille was Anton’s target and enemy, even a fool knew that if you could buy this "Doctor Doom’s" head for billions, it might be the least loss-making project in this Universe.

The guy’s worth might not be calculated anymore, but before Mei Country split, his estimated value was in the trillion-dollar range.

The entire Latovia couldn’t match a single hair of Doctor Doom, who knows where this illiterate got his confidence, still thinking the man was his "plebeian."

To rival his value, it could only be himself... himself, the destroyer of this Doctor Doom!

Maybe Anton’s disdainful gaze was too obvious this time, Vladimir was directly enraged: "What kind of expression is that?! Let me warn you, I bought my Iron Knight with real gold and silver from your master!

Now get me more Iron Knights, since that guy has jumped out, we must catch him! Catch my billions!

I will dig three feet deep, over every inch of land..."

Anton was completely past the point of wanting to deal with this idiot, silently commencing his final tweak while mobilizing troops...

During the mobilization, he saw something interesting on the surveillance:

Those hungry, trembling refugees, surprisingly, were wielding firearms, appearing outside the outpost!

[Death to Vladimir’s dogs!]

[Dirty dog, I’m here for your life!]

[Hang the Duke!]

[For the King!]

Anton was stunned for a moment by this scene: how did these guys suddenly turn from refugees to rioters?

No...

Looking again, Anton saw that although these guys were wearing rags, looking haggard, their spirit was far more fervid.

More importantly, they were accompanied by flags...

A group, though not well-equipped, at least had AKs, had flags; a group, while still showing fear and dread, had more anger, determination, readiness to die...

A thought struck him: these were not refugees, and certainly not rioters...

This was a resistance force.

"Are you deaf!"

The noisy Duke was still barking.

Anton scratched his ear and said impatiently, "Can’t you see for yourself? Still need to find? They’ve come knocking!"

Hearing this, Vladimir looked at the screen, his face full of disbelief: The sheep actually pointed his weapons at his soldiers!

The humiliation was on par with having an iron pipe swayed in his face and machine oil spilled over him!

He was furious!

"Kill them! Kill them all! Sell those still alive abroad like before!!!"

Anton directly cut off the communication, even locking Vladimir inside his own palace.

Although it was part of the job, he could no longer stomach this brainless idiot.

[Sender: Anton Wank]

[Recipient: Big Boss]

[Anton Wank: The person you’re looking for has arrived, but he seems to have brought those peasants to start an internal war again.]

[Anton Wank: Since he’s already disrupting Latovia’s internal affairs, I’m going to start peacekeeping.]

[Big Boss: Go ahead.]