Browser search can quickly find the contract that Destiny and the Ukrainian government signed, which is actually a simple intention to purchase steel.

Only in this way can it temporarily conceal the Americans' vision and quietly obtain the opportunity to intervene in the Ulyanovsk aircraft carrier at a relatively favorable price.

However, for Elena, whether it is special steel or golden steel, it does not matter much. What she needs is a precisely assembled iron throne, not a pile of randomly stacked industrial scrap steel.

This largest-ever "steal the sky and replace the sun" plan in the magical world is only a little more than halfway through at this point.

The most important task at the moment is to find a way to persuade Mr. Makarov, the director of the Black Sea Shipyard, to restart the assembly project of the Ulyanovsk aircraft carrier. Elena has deduced at least ten kinds of arguments for this moment.

If it really doesn't work, she will have to reload and read the archive several times to find a way to win over this old director to her side.

As for the common means of coercion in the magical world, such as the Imperius Curse, Confundus Charm, Cruciatus Curse...

In the girl's opinion, these are all crooked ways used only by third-rate terrorists.

On this point, Elena agrees with Grindelwald's statement - the threat of death and pain is not effective for everyone, especially not for companions.

Moreover, in such a precise large-scale project, using violent means to force the person in charge of the overall construction to submit is not a wise choice.

Elena doesn't want to end up with a work full of loopholes and hidden dangers after all her efforts.

While thinking about the content of the next conversation, Elena and others walked to the shipyard director's office and knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

There was only one person in the room, Makarov, whom Elena had met before.

"Hmm? You, what can I do for you..."

Makarov took off his reading glasses from the bridge of his nose, put down the document he had read several times, and looked up at the door in confusion.

Obviously, the old man didn't remember meeting Elena some time ago.

This was a strange combination he had never seen before.

Leading the way was a foreign little loli who didn't look as tall as his granddaughter, and a stern-faced foreign old gentleman, followed by a group of elderly people of similar age, all wearing uniform black turtleneck windbreakers.

For some reason, Yuri Ivanovich Makarov vaguely felt that he seemed to have seen them somewhere before.

But upon closer inspection, he had no clue - he was indeed seeing these foreigners for the first time.

Elena looked around the office. There was no one else in the room, and she didn't see any fixed cameras installed.

Even so, the girl turned her head, gave Grindelwald a look, and said softly.

"Please, Grandpa, we need some quiet."

"No problem!" Grindelwald smiled slightly and tapped the ground lightly with his wand.

In the next moment, an invisible magical barrier enveloped the entire office, and all the electronic devices made a crackling sound and fell into a state of stagnation.

Just as Elena had guessed, there would be no shortage of strange electronic devices in the office of this level of old man.

Unfortunately, they were facing magic.

"Hello, I am Theresa Apocalypse from Destiny... I believe you have already received the official documents from the Ukrainian government regarding the dismantling of the Ulyanovsk aircraft carrier and the sale of scrap steel."

Elena smiled slightly, placed a contract in front of the old director, and snapped her fingers gently at the same time.

Whirr——

One of the wizards standing behind the girl waved his wand. Accompanied by a burst of noise, the blinds around the room were neatly pulled down, isolating all possible prying eyes from the outside world.

Makarov's pupils shrank slightly, and he tapped his fingers on the table without reaching for the pistol in the drawer.

In any case, at least the other party came through an impeccable formal process as a manufacturer. If he reacted too strongly just because of these unusual things, he would be laughed at - what's more, this situation is useless at the moment.

"I understand about your company's acquisition of waste steel. Please rest assured that the Nikolaev Shipyard will dismantle the Ulyanovsk aircraft carrier as soon as possible and will not let you worry for too long..."

Makarov glanced at the contract on the table, a look of humiliation and pain on his face, and said in a deep voice.

"Even without this order, the shipyard is already preparing to dismantle the Ulyanovsk aircraft carrier to provide space for the next few orders - that's the purpose of your visit today, right? Don't worry, it's impossible to complete it."

In this period of global economic downturn, it is a coincidence that Norwegian ship merchants would order a high amount of large commercial ships at one time, and at the same time, a foreign company wants to acquire the scrap steel after the aircraft carrier is dismantled. All kinds of things have appeared in this short month. Makarov knows very well what the behind-the-scenes pusher means.

In fact, not only Makarov, but also those high-ranking officials in Kiev are very clear about the driving force behind all this.

However, the Cold War is over. Neither Ukraine nor Russia has any reason to compete with the huge US Navy for maritime hegemony. Appropriate goodwill can win more points for subsequent international loans.

"On the contrary, in fact, the plan may be slightly changed."

Elena smiled slightly and stepped forward to open the contract placed in front of Makarov.

"Dear Comrade Makarov, I would like to know, what is still lacking to complete the Ulyanovsk aircraft carrier?"

"Complete? I said, it's impossible... Wait, what did you call me just now?!"

Makarov shook his head and was about to refuse subconsciously, but suddenly paused.

"Time is limited. I suggest you read the contract while listening to my explanation."

Elena did not continue to explain. Instead, she tapped the document spread out in front of the Soviet old man. A delicate little face seemed to be shrouded in a layer of hazy light, and she said calmly in a soft voice.

"The contract in front of you is not exactly the same as the one the Ukrainian government sent you."

"First of all, the object of this contract is not the Republic of Ukraine, but the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics... and its former people, beliefs, and civilization."

"You know, we snatched this order from the Americans, not to dismantle it into scrap iron. I hope that you and everyone at the Nikolaev Shipyard can restart the zero-stage slipway and let the child flowing with red blood be born into this world - the ocean will never belong to the Stars and Stripes alone."

"What do you think?"

"Dear... Comrade!"