Suppress monsters and save the world

Chapter 197 Washington Negotiations
"You can just stay outside."

"Yes, my lord."

Black left the agent outside and put his hand on the handle.

Once again, this highly technological door was unobstructed, let the black enter.

The sound of the door opening caught Dylan's attention.

Dylan, who was facing the door, raised his head.

It seemed that the person who came in was someone he had never seen before, and Dylan's first reaction was someone from the family.

When Dylan thought of this, he didn't stand up. He just put down the things in his hands and asked the person coldly.

"Who are you."

"Not Rockefeller." Hei seemed to know what Dylan was thinking, and did not answer Dylan's question directly, but solved Dylan's question.

"It's not Rockefeller. Wouldn't that be more dangerous, sir." Dylan lowered his eyes and asked very oppressively.

The hand seems to be on the side naturally, but in fact, it has already touched the side of the sofa where it is sitting, and there is a loaded pistol hidden there.

After passing the silent biometric identification, Dylan held the pistol in his hand.

Hei didn't seem to notice any of Dylan's movements, and sat across from Dylan.

"Addison, black."

Dylan was not familiar with the name "Addison".

But Dylan still didn't let go of his hand holding the pistol.

"Atison, this name is very popular, and so is your name, Mr. Black. Before I ask you what you want me to do, I have one more question, Mr. Black."

"Please."

"How did you get here?"

Dylan, who asked this question, clenched the gun in his hand again.

"Actually, Mr. Dilan, you don't have to be so nervous. As for how I got in, how about, Mr. Dilan, try calling your own smart assistant?"

Dylan frowned slightly when he heard this, but he still did what Hei said.

"Alina."

Dylan's call was indeed answered, but by a male voice.

'I'm sorry, Mr. Dylan, Alina has temporarily gone into hibernation. '

"You can actually hack into the building's system!"

Hearing an unfamiliar voice, Dylan immediately understood what was going on.

But this is too outrageous. All the systems in this building are among the top systems in the world. It is difficult to break through it, and it is meaningless to launch an attack directly on the super-national system.

"Who are you! No, what are you, Artison!"

But the facts were right in front of Dylan's eyes, and he couldn't help but not believe it.

Dylan's astonishment has not receded, but his good psychology has allowed him to continue calmly.

Dylan withdrew the hand holding the pistol. It is impossible for a person with such skills to come here unprepared.

Sure enough, the moment Dylan's hand left the pistol, the pistol was suddenly locked by biometrics again and automatically hidden.

Another naked display of strength, this room, or this building, is already completely under the control of the other party.

"Okay, Mr. Hei, can you explain why you are here, is it the eldest brother, the second brother, or someone else who asked you to come here?"

Hei smiled slightly: "No, Mr. Dilan, remember what I said, I have nothing to do with Rockefeller for the time being."

"temporary."

"Now, it is with you, Mr. Dilan, that Artison hopes to seek cooperation."

"Looking for cooperation? If you think about Artison's supernatural powers, you can't understand the situation I'm in now."

Dylan laughed to himself.

And what Dylan said is indeed correct,
Just a month ago, Dylan was the most glorious heir of Rockefeller. He was deeply loved by Rockefeller's contemporary patriarch.

However, the Rockefeller family has no waste, and Dylan is very powerful, but none of his opponents is an idiot. Moreover, these people have united and decided to kick Dylan out first.

"Yes, Mr. Dylan, I think we know a little better than you."

"That's it, what do you think is the probability of me winning?"

"I think the results calculated by the machine are more reliable." Hei's voice just fell.

001's voice spread throughout the room.

[Through comprehensive calculations, under extremely favorable conditions, the probability of Dylan Rockefeller's final victory is: 7.44%. 】

"Oh? There are quite a few more."

Dylan didn't know why, the first time he lost his composure today was in front of a stranger.

Perhaps it was the pressure during this period that made Dylan physically and mentally exhausted.

"My brothers were born earlier than me, so they have more resources. This is something I can never change."

"I agree, Mr. Dilan, but now, you have us."

"You want to help me? Why?"

"It's Artison's choice, we believe in our choice and it's in our best interest."

"It seems that you all believe in me more than I do."

"Of course, Mr. Dylan, haven't you already shown your talent, and you are an excellent partner." Hei praised.

"Haha, thank you for your compliment! I also know about Addison's ability in finance, and now, your strength in the online world, but it is not enough to deal with Rockefeller. Rockefeller's huge size will make people very desperate of."

Dylan walked to the window and looked at the busy scene outside the window.

"Everything outside is under Rockefeller's control."

"Not really, Mr. Dylan." Hei's voice pulled Dylan back.

"Mr. Dylan, you are not making an enemy of Rockefeller, nor are we, we are just asking him to change his master.

And" Hei said, pulling out a pistol from his waist.

Slowly put the silencer on the pistol.

"Mr. Black, you are"

"Next, Mr. Dylan, you have always known, but never really touched the world."

Black unloaded the pistol and showed Dylan a look.

It was empty inside.

At this point, Dylan had already made a guess in his mind. It couldn't be something from the other side.

Hei put the empty magazine back into the pistol, and pointed to the sofa beside him.

He tilted his head to indicate if Dylan could do it.

This little matter, Dylan nodded in agreement.

"puff!"

The first bullet was fired, without any smoke coming out of the muzzle, without any sign of recoil from the muzzle, and Hei's hand remained on the spot.

Dylan noticed these details keenly.

Afterwards, Hei started to pull the trigger continuously, ten times, twenty times.
During this period, contacts intervened in Dylan's private correspondence.

"Mr. Dylan! The elevator leading to the upper floor is locked, what should I do?"

"Nothing needs to be done."

"This"

"No need to do anything!" Dylan repeated.

"Yes, Mr. Dylan."

(End of this chapter)