Chapter 574 Internal strife

Chapter 574 Internal strife

Chapter 574 Internal strife
Changing the plan is a normal thing, but it is not normal for Yuri, and it is extremely abnormal.

There were four people standing next to Yuri. Among them, the youngest looked to be in his fifties, and the oldest looked to be in his seventies or eighties. Gao Yi was completely unaware of all these people.

"Why did you change the plan? What did the gardener tell you?"

A man who didn't look very old looked a little dissatisfied. He had a small mustache, which made him look more majestic.

Yuri shook his head. He didn't want to explain.

The oldest man took off his hat and put it on his chest to cover his heart. He said softly, "Just revise it. It's nothing."

The man with the mustache looked dissatisfied, but he still waved his hand and said, "Okay, tell me your plan."

Yuri hesitated for a moment, then he said calmly: "The next nuclear bomb detonation will be suspended. That's it. Our goal has been basically achieved. We can wait for the gardener..."

Yuri was interrupted again. The man with the mustache said in surprise: "Stop! What are you talking about? The nuclear bomb is already in place. Do you want to stop here?"

Yuri turned his head slightly and looked at the mustache calmly.

The mustache said in extreme displeasure: "We have waited for twenty years and finally got this opportunity, finally got the chance to put these nuclear bombs into use. Now, we are about to succeed, why should we give up!"

Yuri didn't say anything. The oldest man present wanted to be a peacemaker. He said to the mustache man, "Stop talking. Our goal is to create World War III, but it is now clear that World War III is impossible. No matter how many nuclear bombs you detonate, it will only cause pure destruction. It is meaningless."

The mustache man was extremely unhappy. He said to the old man, "I respect you, but you have to know that this is the only purpose of our organization. If I only wanted to make money, why would I come here with you to do this? Vivaldi's sacrifice was for an inexplicable killer? Are you kidding me! We want to fight! What we need is war!"

The old man said very calmly: "First of all, there will be no war. Secondly, even if there is a war, the Soviet Union will not come back. Our plan is nearly 30 years late. Now everything is meaningless."

The mustache man took a deep breath, then he said to Yuri: "Okay, you tell me! Let me hear what you are going to do!"

Yuri said calmly, "First, Ha Jin will start recording a video, edit it, and tell the world that this is the legacy of the Soviet Union. Then, tell them that we are just venting our anger, not seeking revenge, not pursuing anything, but simply being bored. So we put a few nuclear bombs in the book to show our existence. We must act crazy, and show the mentality and body of a madman. We must be able to withstand the scrutiny of the whole world. We are just a group of pure lunatics, nothing more."

A pale old man nodded and whispered, "Okay."

Yuri thought for a moment and continued, "We can bring the Andek Group into this and put it on the front stage. Although it's just a name, the nuclear explosions in this book are enough to put the Andek Group in the spotlight. Bringing the Andek Group into this may bring unexpected benefits."

"Ok."

The man with the mustache looked angry again. He said in surprise, "Yuri! Yuri, Yuri Yuri Yuri, what's wrong with you? Are you crazy? You want to abandon us now..."

The man with a mustache stood in front of Yuri. He raised his hands and waved them continuously, looking extremely aggressive. If he took another step forward, his waving hands would hit Yuri in the face.

Yuri didn't move, he just tilted his head slightly.

The pale old man silently pulled a pistol from his pocket, raised it, and pointed it at the back of the head of the man with a moustache waving casually.

The man with the mustache had no idea that he was being shot at. He spitted out saliva as he angrily shouted at Yuri: "Are you going to abandon our ideals and help a worthless young man? Are you stupid? He is just a..."

Yuri nodded slightly, and the old man who was holding his hat to his chest raised his hat up to cover his face.

With a bang, the gun went off and the bullet hit the back of the mustache man's head. Then the mustache man fell in front of Yuri without a grunt.

After the gunshot, the old man lifted his hat up and put it back on his head.

At this height and distance, a bullet to the head would likely cause brain matter to fly all over the face.

But the bullet was not very powerful and stayed in the old man's head, so the old man's action seemed a bit redundant.

But this is better, because the old man has no spare hat.

Looking at the mustache man lying on the ground, the old man sighed softly, shook his head, then spread out his hands and made a helpless gesture.

Yuri said to the old man very seriously: "The gardener asked me if I had anything to do. You know, as a leader, he performed very well, but that's not the point. The point is that he really let me do whatever I want. This kind of trust is rare."

The old man nodded and said with emotion, "Yes, who doesn't like a boss who fully trusts you? He gives you enough trust and lets you do whatever you want. In the end, he is responsible for cleaning up the mess. I also like such a boss. If I had met such a boss back then, how happy my career would have been." Yuri continued to say to the old man, "We use the funds he provides and his connections to complete the plan that we could not realize. Now I think the existence of the Garden Federation is very necessary."

The old man continued to nod, and he said in agreement: "Yes, yes, of course the Garden Federation must exist. It would be even better if you could gain more power in the Garden Federation."

Yuri shook his head and said, "No, I can't replace the gardener."

The old man said calmly, "I'm old. More importantly, after so many years, we all know one thing. Our plan back then was crazy and almost impossible to achieve. After so many years, there is no hope at all. But we still responded to your call and came here, not because of a sacred goal, nor for a slogan. For me, I just want to see if a plan that has been planned for many years can become a reality. There is nothing else, I'm just bored."

After that, the old man smiled, and then he said very easily: "So you don't have to explain this to me, I don't care."

Yuri looked at the dead man lying on the ground and said, "But he is your man, and his faith is the strongest. He is also your most fanatical supporter."

The old man curled his lips nonchalantly and said, "He is not a firm believer, but a paranoid one. To be exact, he is the only one who is completely crazy. I have tried very hard to smooth things over, but he doesn't understand. Then I can't do anything about it. After all, I don't like stubborn people."

Yuri nodded, and the unhappy old man lowered the pistol that was pointing at the old man.

There were five people present, one of them died. Four of them were talking, but there was an old man with an Asian face who remained silent. He was like an outsider. He saw the infighting and the shooting, but he didn't seem to have any psychological fluctuations. Even his expression didn't change.

"Nikolaev, what do you say?"

Nikolayev has an oriental face, gray hair, and a thin figure. The suit he wears doesn't fit him well and is one size too large. His hair looks a little rough. He sits on a chair with his hands naturally placed on his stomach, like a stone sculpture.

When Yuri asked, Nikolayev said calmly, "I sold fourteen reindeer to raise enough money for the plane ticket to come to Japan, bought this suit, left my hometown, came to this hot place for me, and did a stupid thing with you, just to fulfill a promise made twenty-seven years ago."

No one spoke, and everyone was waiting for Nikolaynov to continue.

The pale and somewhat swollen old man looked at Nikolayev nervously. Yuri's expression was also very serious, but the old man was smiling.

Nikolaynov looked at the old man and continued, "Here are my former top officers, the boss who proposed this plan, and my former colleagues. Each of you is very smart, but I am just a countryman who raises reindeer and ponies in Siberia. If you ask me what I think, my answer is that I have no idea. If you ask me what I would say, I would say whatever."

Yuri nodded and said, "We only need one voice here. I always have to make sure you don't have your own ideas."

Without saying a word, Yuri turned around and sat on the chair. Then he said calmly, "The plan has been adjusted as follows. Moscow's nuclear bombs will be sealed, and Japan's nuclear bombs will be suspended. From now on, the original plan will be completely abandoned."

The pale-faced man put the gun into his trouser pocket. He took a few breaths with difficulty, and then said with regret: "Then I'm useless."

"No, you are useful. We still have a nuclear bomb that must be detonated. Since we promised the gardener, we must do it. How long can you live?"

The pale and swollen man shook his head and said, "I don't know. He may die in the next moment, but he may also live for a few more months."

"Then try to live a few more days."

After saying this without any emotion, Yuri looked at the old man and said, "The video we shot last time can no longer be used. Mikhail still has to take on the task of detonating the nuclear bomb, so you will be the one to take charge. You will personally announce our purpose and goals to the world."

The old man said cheerfully, "Okay, I'm very happy to take on this responsibility, but I have a suggestion."

"You said."

The old man said calmly: "Things have come to this point. Even if the plan is modified, the nuclear bombs we have already transported cannot be wasted. Let's blow up Tokyo, okay?"

Yuri thought about it, shook his head and said, "No, the gardeners are all here. I don't want them to die here."

The old man looked regretful, and then he said helplessly: "Okay, then can we let the gardeners evacuate before detonating it? If there is a chance, can we do that?"

Yuri thought for a moment and said, "I can't be sure about this for now, but I can promise you that I will try my best to satisfy your ideas, okay?"

The old man smiled and said, "Okay, it's settled."

(End of this chapter)