Umbrella Corporation

The High Table retreated, and ran back to the minibus after losing three-quarters of its men.

As soon as they boarded the bus, several rockets flew in the dark, blasting the bus that had just started into a pile of iron coffins.

The battle still lasted less than an hour, and it took half an hour to clean up the battlefield. It only took an hour and a half from the beginning to the end of the battle.

The nearby residents were not affected. They were lucky that the battle ended so quickly. Now they could go to bed and not be exhausted when they went to work or march tomorrow.

The police outside the community were on guard within a five-kilometer circle of the center of the battle, just like last night, listening to the dense explosions inside and sighing.

If every day is so exciting in the future, they may resign.

The next morning, the streets were dry without rain, and the shells that were just cleaned up the night before were all over the streets today.

A few places were still full of potholes hit by bullets and explosives. If it weren't for the intact residential buildings on both sides, they would almost doubt whether this was a war zone.

So far, the police have not given them a satisfactory answer.

Many residents living near the construction site suspected that the guards of the construction site were fighting with someone, but they did not have the courage to approach there.

That place is the property of a private enterprise. If they approach rashly, they may be attacked. The warning signs erected at the boundary of the land have made it very clear.

There is no way to cause trouble for the umbrella company, so these people can only cause trouble for the police. ඏ♦  ♦♦

The fighting here was so fierce last night, but not a single policeman came to maintain peace. They hit hard against the march and retreated unscathed against the criminals, right!

Angry community residents surrounded the local police station and demanded an explanation from the police.

They didn't know what they experienced last night. The inside and outside of the house were like two different worlds. The gunshots and explosions kept them awake all night, and it was another night of mental destruction.

This group of residents who had not slept for two days were close to mental collapse. They broke into the police station directly, smashed and looted, and then moved to the mayor's building.

Without even a little time to pull, the angry men directly broke through the fragile blockade of the building, vented their anger in the building, and kept smashing and destroying things, causing chaos in the whole New York.

The judge stood on the balcony of the top floor room of the Continental Hotel, staring at the parade passing by on the street in the distance, frowning, and in a very bad mood.

After watching the parade for five minutes, the judge turned back to the room to change clothes, left the hotel, and got on the car to the Bronx.

Last night, the most elite group of high-table messengers in New York all went to the construction site of the Umbrella Company, trying to defeat the soldiers of the Umbrella Company in one fell swoop to prove their own strength.

However, Duncan slapped her face hard. The training cost of the high-table messengers is not low. As private soldiers raised by the high table, they have received the most professional training and used the most expensive equipment, but they were defeated in front of the same opponent.

Duncan did not block the information. Many high-table messengers escaped from the battlefield last night. The stunning footage captured by the battlefield recorder is enough to show the foundation of the Umbrella Company.

Wealth and violence to maintain rules are always the capital of the High Table standing at the top of the world's power.

The Umbrella Company used its mystery to make the High Table fearful, and used its own force and military technology to prove its strength.

Not long after, the car that the Judge took arrived at the hotel where Duncan lived.

The two guards in plain clothes at the door locked their eyes on the Judge who got out of the car and stopped her from entering the hotel.

"Tell Mr. Duncan I'm here."

The Judge's eyes were facing the door of the hotel. After speaking, he waited quietly in the same place, and his eyes never fell on the two soldiers guarding the door.

The two soldiers guarding the door looked at each other, pursed their lips, pressed the micro-earphones, and explained the situation at the door.

Not long after, the two soldiers received a reply, looked at each other again to confirm their thoughts, and then looked straight at the street in front of them. One of them said: "Go in,

3rd floor."

He only said this sentence, and then ignored the Judge standing in front of the door.

After standing for a long time without seeing the guard at the door take the next step, the judge finally set his eyes on the face of the person who was speaking, his eyes widened, his face expressionless, as if he wanted to see the toes of mites from his face.

The guard did not look away, allowing this stinky woman in black to stare at him, and looked at the door diligently.

After a long stalemate, the judge finally stopped staring at the guard, pushed open the hotel door with a slightly larger movement, and walked quickly into the hotel.

Taking the elevator to the third floor, the first sentence Duncan said when he saw him in the conference room was a sneer at what was happening downstairs.

"Mr. Duncan, your men do not seem to have the qualities that a doorman should have. You should replace the doorman with one that is more in line with your status."

"Oh? I don't need you to teach me what kind of people to use."

Duncan sat at the conference table that had previously received the salesperson of the New York Construction Group, and gestured to the empty seat next to him that the judge could sit down, with a casual posture and an unfathomable smile on his face.

As a personal bodyguard, Alice stood beside him as usual, doing what she should do in front of outsiders.

Neither the subordinates nor the superiors were polite and elegant. This was the latest impression of the judge on Duncan. He was quite ungraceful and just like a reckless man.

Pulling up a chair and sitting down, the adjudicator who was fed up with the cold treatment was eager to win back the favor. She put the briefcase she carried with her on the desk and took out a new folder and a new gun. pen.

Duncan lowered his eyes, looked at the folders and pens pushed in front of him, and chuckled. uuread a book

The adjudicator's eyes were still in that strange state, staring closely at Duncan's eyes and said: "This is the second invitation from the High Table. We have modified the regulations based on Mr. Duncan's strength. You can check it out. "

"Give me a reason to sign and try to convince me."

Duncan looked at the adjudicator, turning a blind eye to the documents on the table, and kept his attitude high.

This answer did not surprise the adjudicator. She straightened up and said: "This agreement has legal effect. The terms in it are jointly maintained by 136 regions around the world. Mr. Duncan should understand what this is." Meaning! The High Table owns the world. No matter what you want to do, if the High Table wants to stop it, it will definitely not go ahead."

"So you're threatening me?"

The adjudicator answered the question unreasonably: "Become a member of the High Table, and you will have the whole world. No matter what you do, you can get help. This is the power you can get after becoming a High Table. Under the High Table, for the High Table Table effectiveness, high table above all else.”

The referee recited the lines again, but with her words just now, the weight of the last few words became clearer.

A certain kind of confidence exudes from the adjudicator. No matter who it is, it is probably difficult not to be tempted when faced with the opportunity to rule the world.

Just as Duncan was about to speak, he saw the referee making his next move.

He took off his black gloves and reached into the pocket of his black coat. He took out a small long box and placed it next to the folder.

"This is a meeting at the High Table."

The box successfully aroused Duncan's curiosity. He picked up the box and opened it in front of the adjudicator. He found a disposable syringe containing 10ml of transparent liquid.