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The current Northern Sand Empire was like an old and dangerous ship, sailing aimlessly on the vast sea. The captain had already lost his way.
The anxious crew was ready to accept the position of captain and lead the ship out of the lost predicament.
The King's office was located at the entrance of the bedroom. There were many small paths in the bedroom. On both sides of the path were rooms. The deepest place on the right was where the King slept.
"It's okay. Everything will be fine.”
Mayer looked at the worried people and comforted them.
"May God bless Northern Sand." The ministers of the Northern Sand Empire behind him prayed with both hands.
However, to be honest, everyone knew that this matter seemed very unlikely.
How difficult it was to wake someone who was pretending to be asleep!
Even if he woke up, how much courage would he have to bring up the blood-stained sword from back then?
At this moment, Gertuev was resting in his bedroom. When he heard the footsteps outside, he put on his clothes and shouted,""Urich? What's going on outside?"
"Creak."
The door was opened by Urich, and King Getuev subconsciously looked back. This lineup surprised him. All the high-ranking military officers of the Northern Sand Empire were gathered outside the door.
They were slowly walking into Gertuev. Gertuev couldn't help but be a little angry and said to them,""Who let you in without my permission? Get out.”
"Uncle, it was my order. I brought them in. Please understand.”Mayer stepped forward and spoke in a neither servile nor overbearing manner.
Looking at how rude Maev was, Gertuev was so angry that he almost slapped Maev. At the same time, he knew that what should come would come.
However, he did not expect them to be so direct and dare to openly barge into his sand palace.
Mayov slowly placed the Emergency Committee document in front of Gtuev and said in a deep voice,""Uncle, the New Northern Sand Alliance will destroy the foundation of the Northern Sand Empire.
We hope that from now on, the country will enter a state of emergency until order is restored.”
Gtuev sneered, threw the signed order aside, and said,""Sign the order? State of emergency? Who gave you the right, Maeve? You are only a prince of Seville.
If I'm not the King of the Northern Sand Empire, what are you trying to do? Are you trying to force me to sign? Do you know what you are doing? It was a coup, treason, and a complete betrayal!”
At the end of his speech, Getuev almost roared.
Mayer was expressionless. He said casually,""Uncle, the 'New Northern Sand Alliance' will only make you lose control of the countries you joined. When that happens, there will only be endless civil wars and smoke.
The Northern Sand Empire would only become a thing of the past because of this. The people from the alliance countries wanted autonomy and military power this time, but they would want independence and a country next time. This was the greatest betrayal to Northern Sand.”
" You…" Gertuev pointed at Mayer's nose and shouted again,""Even the polar bear has been forced to disintegrate by the United States. The Northern Sand Empire's biggest umbrella is gone.
If we sign the emergency committee transfer order now, it will only accelerate the Northern Sand Empire's destruction and plunge it into an endless abyss. It will only…"
"Uncle!" Mayov and his wife's roars interrupted Gtuev's words, and then they said in a deep voice,""The Northern Sand Empire's biggest umbrella is the people and army of Northern Sand, the missiles and cannons in their hands.
"Not some bullsh * t polar bear. My grandfather, your father, His Majesty Mongolev, worked hard and experienced hardships to establish the glory of the Northern Sand Empire and stop the attack of the Evil Axis."
Now you want to ruin his efforts without any resistance. Are you going to watch the powerful Northern Sand fall apart?”Mayer slowed down.
He stared at Getuev with a serious face and continued in a low voice without any fear,""Do you think that you can face your father, His Majesty Mongolov?”
Mayer's words didn't rouse Gertuev's courage. Instead, it was like adding fuel to the fire, angering Gertuev even more."Shut up. What do you know? You're just a seventeen-year-old kid.
"What you're doing will only arouse the retaliation of the allied countries and the United States. It's not that I'm definitely not going to sign it. I won't issue the order to impose martial law on the country either. Also, I want to make a phone call."
You traitors!"
Looking at Gertuev, who was frantically looking for a phone, the hope in Mayer's eyes quickly dimmed. In fact, he had never had any hope for his cowardly uncle from the beginning.
He only wanted to struggle on and live the life of a king that belonged to him. As for the country and politics, he couldn't care less now that he was corrupted by alcohol and women.
Mayer's eyes gradually turned cold. He had given Gertuev a chance, but he didn't cherish it.
Mayer let out a sigh of relief as if he had been relieved of a heavy burden. He revealed an evil smile, then slightly stepped back and took out a pistol from his waist.
"Bang." The sound of a bullet being loaded was clear and bright. Shocked, Gertuev suddenly turned around and saw the cold muzzle pointing at him. He immediately roared,"
"Mayer, what are you doing? Are you going to murder your king?”
"Bang!" The gun rang, and the bullet flew through his head. He fell to the ground, and before he could close his eyes, he was dead.
"Your Majesty, oh, I forgot to tell you. This is the last time I'll call you Your Majesty. Unfortunately, you can't hear me anymore. Since you want the empire to fall apart, I'll have to send you to meet God.”
Mayov's clean shot ended the life of King Gertuev!
Behind him, North Sand's Defense Minister Chris, Kvovo Intelligence Bureau's Director Gruyer, Seville's Joint Parliament Chairman Kroev, and Internal Affairs Minister Urich all looked at everything in front of them uneasily.
However, there was a trace of calmness in their uneasiness. They knew that only by letting Mayov take over the power could they restore the glory of the Northern Sand Empire.
What Mayer had done in the past year was enough for them to trust him.
The System said," Ding! Congratulations to the Host for completing the mission. Take control of the highest political power in Northern Sand. Kill the King of Northern Sand and become the new King of Northern Sand. Reward: 10 R-36M Satan intercontinental missiles."”
A robotic voice sounded in Mayer's mind.
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