Umbrella Corporation

Chapter 112: High Table

"Okay, okay, the boss of the umbrella company is a little different from what I thought.

After all, he is a person who has gone through brutal hard work to reach a high position. When something happens that is different from what he imagined, Bowery is not so confused that he doesn't know what to say.

"You're so young, do you really want to know the other side of the world, Mr. Duncan?"

Duncan and Bowery sat across the table and looked at the person in front of them carefully. They confirmed that Bowery was just an ordinary person, but it didn't matter, and said: "Hello, Mr. Bowery, as you thought, I He is a new businessman who doesnโ€™t know the rules here in New York, but Umbrella Company has the strength to take root in New York.โ€

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"I can see..." Bowery sat upright, rubbed his hands slightly and smiled: "You can ask questions now, one question costs $20,000."

"I don't mind the price, provided Mr. Bowery is really sincere."

Duncan smiled. To him, money was just a string of numbers. Even if Bowery asked for $200,000, he would not refuse, but he would not cooperate with him again in the future.

"Who makes the rules of the underworld?"

"Ah, what a smart question. The rules of the underground world are set and controlled by the High Table. I can answer this question in more detail."

Bowery and Duncan looked at each other with a strong sense of malice, as if they were expecting a child to know that Santa Claus does not actually exist. "The High Table is composed of the most powerful and wealthy people in the world." An underground force composed of human beings. On the surface, they maintain basic peace, but secretly they have formulated various bloody rules. As long as you are willing to spend money, you can let the killer kill anyone in the world, but you cannot kill anyone. Leader of the Dead High Table.

"Oh...I understand, hypocritical rules are used to trap those lambs who don't know how to resist."

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To Bowery's dismay, Duncan just showed an expression as if he was joking, indicating that he could continue talking.

"Yes, yes, I have seen through the tricks of the High Table. They just use their power to establish rules. It is like an adult version of playing house, assigning roles to everyone. Once you do something that is not in line with the role, The thing...is out, and then a new player comes in.โ€

"Is that all? Okay, next question, what are the rules."

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The time passed between questions and answers between Duncan and Bowery.

Bowery answered many questions and introduced Duncan to another side of the world.

An underground kingdom formulated by the High Table, covering 70% of the world's regions and countries, with more than 100 million killers and 300 million armed personnel busy under the rules.

Their desire for war and blood has never been extinguished, but has gradually shifted from the bright side to the dark side.

Half of the murders that occur in New York every day are committed by poor killers who do not have gold coins to pay the scavengers to dispose of the bodies.

Everyone living under the sun may be labeled with an assassination order. The service center hidden under the surface of the world is like a mechanical heart, driving the chain of rules to operate.

The High Table provides the killer with a safe residence, dedicated doctors, supporting stores, accurate intelligence, and perfect aftermath.

The assassination order provides a platform for capitalists to kill people. For only a small amount of money, the killers who have become puppets of the rules will swarm in and help the capitalists easily eliminate their opponents, or kill those who want to climb to the top.

This is the rule of this world. Poor people can never climb to a high position by their own efforts. They must either accept sponsorship or die.

Players who have tasted the benefits of the rules are not willing to give up this set of rules that allow them to overlook all living beings.

Bowery repeatedly revealed a veiled distaste for rules in his responses to questions.

Such overbearing rules all reflect the contempt of the powerful for ordinary people. Perhaps they are accustomed to being aloof from birth.

The more he learned, the angrier Bowery became, and the angrier he became, the more he wanted to tear the High Table off its altar.

He saw hope in the areas where the high table disdained to operate, the homeless and the poorest groups at the bottom, corners where even drug dealers looked down upon, but Bowery found value in them.

Over the years, he put the homeless community together and gradually climbed up to where he is now, to the point where even the High Table needs to pay attention.

But this is not enough...

Looking at Bowery, who was always smiling, Duncan closed his eyes and digested the information in his mind.

This world is indeed just an ordinary world. There is no fantasy race like he thought, just some open and secret fights between ordinary people.

This morbid world has unwritten rules. Everyone seems to be living in a cage. The few people who see through the nature of the cage cannot escape from it. This is not a kind of thinking constraint.

It doesn't matter what the rules of this world are. All Duncan cares about is how to obtain the resources that the Umbrella Company needs in this world?

And what is the most valuable resource in this world?

Duncan suddenly remembered that there was another reason why he came here in person. He took out another spare mobile phone, opened the video and showed it to Bowery, and asked: "Last few questions, who is this person?"

The video on the phone was of two people stabbing each other in the subway. The man in the suit in the video was so brave that he could move and attack flexibly even with a cut on his thigh, which made it impossible to ignore him.

Squinting to see the person in the video clearly, Bowery said in a long tone: "Oh~ You have a good eye. He is the top killer, the Night Devil, John Wick! Someone once saw him kill three people with a pencil in a bar! One pencil, three people!"

"Then why are there several bullet holes on his suit on the back? He was shot, but he didn't die. Why?" Duncan cut out the picture again and pointed to the bullet holes on John Wick's back and asked.

Bowery took a look and answered nonchalantly: "Maybe he was wearing a new model of bulletproof vest, or some new technology. This answer is also worth money!"

Bulletproof vest? New technology?

Duncan was stunned by such an ordinary answer. He thought the answer should be unusual, but he didn't expect the answer to be unexpectedly normal.

It is indeed possible that it is a bulletproof vest. There may indeed be special materials in this world that can be used to make special bulletproof vests, so that people can fight flexibly after wearing them.

Duncan sighed with disappointment after learning the truth after his expectations were dashed.

He already knew enough about this world, and knew how to register as a killer and how to enter that world, so he had no problem spending money to learn from Bowery.

Then the question returned to the beginning. Can the Umbrella Company get what it needs from this world?

"I have finished asking questions, Mr. Bowery, are you interested in doing business with the Umbrella Company?"

Duncan had an idea. He did not have any intelligence system in this world. If he wanted to collect any information, it would be best to find a partner and find useful technology for the Umbrella Company.

If he did not find it, the people in this world who seemed to have a violent buff were actually a resource. They were used to fighting. Every healthy citizen could become a qualified soldier after simple training. This was the result of the environment.

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