James and others took a closer look, it was none other than Sim!
"Hi, Professor, don't think that only you can fight, this time you can't easily get rid of me!" Sim motherly groaned.
"Wait, Sim, I want to know how you found me?"
"Well, I have my own way. Haha! But I can't tell you."
"Is it this?" James suddenly took off a military badge Vigo gave him and said, "Except for this, the rest will not be a problem. This should be your tracking locator!"
Sim opened his eyes wide and remained silent.
"Okay, I guessed it right, Shim?"
"This is also for your safety, so that you can be found in time." Sim murmured, "But it's strange. I haven't found your signal for a long time. I tracked you just fifteen minutes ago. Signal. Where have you been during this time? What are you doing in this barren mountain and ridge again?" Sim was full of doubts. James secretly said: "It seems that this underground pipe network has a shielding effect. The Hariyas chose to live here is really the meaning of heaven." Looking at the puzzled Sim, James suddenly shouted: "Vigo, you Why is it here too?" Sim turned his head and looked at him, and he suddenly felt black. This time it was not James, but Dove's hand.
"Wow, it seems that your assistant has done a good job! So, where are we going next?" James said to Adele.
"There!" Adele pointed to the mountain ahead.
James was stunned by the sight in front of him-a snow-capped mountain stood in front of a few people, thrusting into the sky, not reaching the top. The basement of the mountain is lush and lush, all kinds of vegetation are luxuriant, and the layers are distinct...
After being attacked by monsters in the black warehouse factory, he brought a few hands down to the Singh City Union Government Building the next day. After a long wait, Hei Cang was asked to enter a secret office alone. After drinking six cups of coffee in a row, Hei Cang couldn't stand his temper and got up and paced back and forth in the house. His extraordinary weight made him His footsteps were extremely heavy, and the floor was humming. Hei Cang just wanted to yell at him, only to hear a squeak, and a small door in the office opened. A middle-aged man of medium build, fair skin and blond hair pushed in slowly, his slender fingers drew a beautiful arc in the air, and then a powerful and passionate voice shot out: "Please sit down, Mr. Kurokura "Heikura's mouth just about to open has to be closed again, and he looks suspiciously at the well-dressed man. This man in a dark blue suit was holding his head high, looking down at Kurokura with a pitying look, and said, "Mr. Kurokura, you have been waiting for a long time. Mr. Engel originally wanted to meet you in person, but the president suddenly summoned him. , I have to let me receive you on your behalf. Just tell me if you have anything."
Hei Cang took a sigh of cigar, and finally couldn't help himself: "You were the first to find me, what? Now that your coalition party of tomorrow is on stage, you put this attitude toward me?!"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Kokukura, I think you should just talk about the subject, it would be better." The blond man said coldly.
"What?! Even Engel wouldn't talk to me like this, young man, I think you should take off your hypocritical mask! You know, you are no different from me! Conversely, you may need me more Such a person! You know, the prosperity of the alliance is inseparable from the support of our consortiums. This gentleman, so do you! Please do not feel that you are always superior. We are the same kind of people, yes, we are all in business, different The thing is that I am using banknotes nakedly, and you just put on the coat of politics, and the political circle will eventually become a business circle. The consequences can be imagined. Everything will only revolve around my own personal interests and only revolve around. The maximization of personal interests, then, immediately afterwards, there will be more and more inferior political resources, more and more intertwined relations, and a large number of incompetent mediocrities will flow into the top, which will inevitably lead to Elites are squeezed to the bottom, and the end result is that very few fools manage most of the normal people. Of course, no matter what kind of person you belong to, I think everyone is not a philanthropist, and you don’t think about others except yourself. , Just like you, for the interests of one party, for the immediate interests of the whole alliance, regardless of the long-term interests, so you will find someone like me. Therefore, you will not be better than someone like me Where did you go! Hehe!" Hei Cang let out a deliberate laugh after a burst of wanton venting, and at the same time secretly said in his heart: "Also, I want to remind you and your so-called political bigwigs, not only As a pawn, I still have a share!"
The blond man was amazed by this upstart’s opinion, but his usual professional habits prevented him from making any expressions and attitudes, and he could only calmly say, "Well, Mr. Kurokura, may I ask what questions you need? We help you?"
"Now, I'm in trouble in the Xicheng factory. To be precise, it is an ancient creature like a pterodactyl. It attacked my factory last night and knocked down several of my factories! I think Mr. Engel too I don’t want this kind of thing to happen! I’m afraid it’s difficult to solve it with the strength of my family alone. I need your help!"
"So, what kind of help do you need?"
Heicang's facial expressions suddenly became very rich, and finally he said in a single word: "I-need-want-army-team!"
After hearing this, the blond man couldn't help but move his body. He didn't expect the nouveau riche in front of him to offer such a high price. After a brief silence, the blond man said cautiously: "Wait a moment, I'll give you an answer later." After speaking, the blond man got up and returned to the small door where he had just come out.
Hei Cang was obviously dissatisfied with Engel's judgment of the two people before and after, but he had to act according to his own temper. After all, they were on stage now, and the money of the consortium could not be spent for nothing. He also realized that he had to adjust his emotions. After waiting for another half an hour, the blond man actually greeted Kurokura with a smile this time, and said politely: "I'm sorry, Mr. Kurokura, I just neglected you, please forgive me. As for your question. Mr. Engel said that he would report the matter to the president, so I still ask you to support it temporarily.” After speaking, the blond man drew a check from his pocket, “This is a little money given to you by the organization, and it is also a loss to you. Pay."
"I'm not here to ask for money, I want people! My factory is in danger at any time! You know how much money my factory will lose for every hour of delay!"
"Sir, please take a look and talk about it!" the blond man said almost pleadingly.
Hei Cang glanced at the check, and the long list of numbers shocked him. As a businessman, his greedy nature for money gradually reduced his hand to push it back. Hei Cang did not expect that the old fox, Engel, would be so generous this time. I don’t want to write off with him. Thinking of this, Heicang once again pushed the check out and said, “Aren’t all your money contributed by us, so why bother to do this!”
The blond man had no choice but to retreat into the door just now. This time it took longer, and Hei Cang suddenly felt a little uneasy in his heart. He didn't want to get stiff, but under the influence of various unknown factors, he had to do so. He can't touch Engel's bottom. Although he is the most powerful behind-the-scenes consortium organized by Bender, it's not a past tense. Maybe now they have found a bigger benefactor and kicked him away. It's not easy to say. Thinking of this, Heicang felt inexplicably lonely and sad. After suffering for a long time, Heicang expected the blond man to come out as soon as possible so that he could agree to his request. Hei Cang felt that he was a bit contradictory or even split.
Finally, with another "squeak", the blond man walked out of the small door. This time the door opened seemed particularly pleasing, and Hei Cang asked first, "What do you say this time?"
"Mr. Heicang, Mr. Engel promised that you will send 50 mercenaries to your factory tomorrow, plus some'supporting facilities', and I will contact you for the rest." Heicang's tight face eased. Try to conceal his inner emotions, but he betrayed him by nodding his head.
"In addition, Mr. Engel said, since you are not interested in the check, he specially changed it for you. You should be interested in this." The blond man handed over a card after he said it.
Hei Cang took it and opened it. It was a beautifully crafted invitation letter. There is nothing on the cover of the pure white card, but a huge black letter "Q" is prominently printed, and the time and place of the handwritten activity are on the back. The handwriting is old and beautiful. Hei Cang was born a civilian. He had heard of this invitation letter printed with the letter "Q" when he was studying in the North American League. Those who can receive this invitation letter are all very identifiable. It is said that these people have a close relationship with a "secret club" called "Frontal Bone Club". They are either members, or the top rich or powerful people in the upper class of the alliance. The purpose of this organization is to allow members to achieve power and wealth. Pinnacle, as long as they are approved to join, these members, whether in business or politics, will receive the help of this mysterious network system. It is said that this organization is already one of the most mysterious and successful associations in the history of the alliance. Many members of the "Frontal Society" are now in an important position in the alliance, grasping the economic lifeline of the alliance and controlling political resources. From the president of the Union to the members of Congress, from the senior officials of the CIA to the Supreme Court law, in a word, it covers all fields and sectors from politics to business and industry. Usually the children of these people are also introduced into the "frontal society", which makes power and wealth Can be replaced by hereditary.
This invitation letter is indeed an extraordinary attraction for Heicang. For Heicang, who was born as a commoner, has a plot of poor people who despise nobles and a vision of rich people who yearn to become aristocrats or enter the upper class. This almost paradoxical mentality is even more obvious to people like Heicang, tearing his heart almost every moment, but in the end, the most primitive greed in the subconscious will overcome everything. Because after all, the history of the struggle of Kurokura is a "history of bloodsucking" full of greed.
Thinking of this, Heicang could no longer conceal the surprise in his heart. He accepted the invitation letter without hesitation, and shot a greedy gaze from his eyes. This gaze is like a black hole. It's as if the world is all sucked in.
"Is there anything else I need to serve you? Mr. Kokukura." The blond man asked again.
"Oh, okay, Mr. Engel must be very busy. I won't bother you anymore. I just hope your people will arrive as soon as possible! That's it, goodbye!" Heicang replied to the blond man this time very happily and turned and walked out. After this room that had made him feel extremely depressed and tormented, he quickly left with a few of his men.
A few days later, after learning from Miyuki that Engel’s personnel and weapons facilities had arrived, and there were no more abnormalities in the factory, Kurokura took pains and thoughts according to the time and place stated in the invitation letter. After some elaborate dressing, he arrived at the gate of a mysterious manor on the outskirts of Singh at 10 o'clock in the night alone. But what makes Heicang feel puzzled is that there is no one at the gate, not even a receptionist. Heicang stands alone outside the gate for a long time. He wants to shout, but the huge palace with lights inside the gate faintly reveals its solemnity. The air pressure suppressed his throat, making him silent, which made him feel unexplainably nervous...