American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Four Seasons Hotel, 17th floor, presidential suite.

Duke Lanford and Freddie were sitting on the sofa drinking wine when the door was suddenly pushed open, and a service worker slowly walked in pushing a dining cart.

"Hello, do you need to customize a special meal?" The waiter had a plain appearance, but his temperament was calm and composed. Facing these two obviously distinguished guests, there wasn't a trace of obsequiousness on his face.

His eyes were level, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned up, like a bank clerk at work.

Although Duke Lanford felt that something was not quite right, he didn't say anything. He tossed out the gold coin and said, "You're right, I need to customize a special meal."

The waiter performed a 'child worshipping Guanyin,' soundlessly clamping the gold coin in his palm. Then, with a flip of his hand, the gold coin disappeared.

At this moment, a few more smiles appeared on his face, and his attitude became more cordial: "What are the contents of the meal?"

"Recovery!"

Duke Lanford looked at Freddie, who gently shook his head and said.

"Time limit?"

"Within two weeks!"

"Is the bounty amount open?"

Duke Lanford interjected: "5 million US dollars!"

The waiter nodded and continued to ask: "No problem, you need to pay 25 gold coins in advance!"

Freddie said: "I remember your hotel also provides exchange services."

According to convention, we will try to attack three times. If the number of deaths exceeds 50, we will directly give up, and the task deposit will not be refunded!

If you want to exchange gold coins, you can directly call room service. I wish you both a good day!"

After speaking, the waiter bowed slightly, turned, and left.

Freddie got up, took the tablet, and simply tapped it a few times. A simple task list immediately appeared inside.

"Duke, this tablet can monitor the progress of the task at any time. If there is any dissatisfaction, you can raise it after the task is completed. They will not pay attention to any opinions raised during the process!"

While speaking, Freddie placed the food on the dining cart on the table one by one.

The Duke nodded while casually eating the food, all his attention focused on the tablet.

At this time, the task status above had changed from yellow to green, indicating that it had been accepted.

"High Table, why have I never heard of this organization before?"

"The High Table has actually existed for many years. For centuries, they have been following the ancient rules, always hidden from the sight of ordinary people.

They centrally accept tasks, randomly dispatch assassins, strive for benefits, and continue the family.

However, with the development of the times and the arrival of the information age, the competitiveness of a single assassin is much weaker. They were once troubled for a while. Later, a family head was very enlightened. He directly transformed the High Table into a platform.

Compared to them, small suppliers recruit assassins and mercenaries to move in.

And they themselves act as a transit platform, collecting a portion of the profits.

As long as an assassin has cooperated with the High Table once, they will be amazed by their efficiency, precision, and handling of the scene.

The assassin only needs to kill people; the High Table will take care of everything else.

Sometimes, they will even bribe law enforcement agencies to solve some troubles for the assassins, comparable to a life assistant lawyer.

Therefore, the development of the High Table has become more and more prosperous in recent years. I also learned about this name from a friend by chance.

I have also dealt with them a few times and must say that their service is quite good, but the asking price is also very brutal!"

Freddie smiled wryly and spread out his palms.

Duke Lanford waved his hand indifferently: "Price is not a problem! The last time I worried about the price was more than 50 years ago. Moreover, the Cup of Life is by no means something that can be measured by mere money.

It's just…"

The Duke pointed at Freddie and scolded with a smile: "You old friend is not kind enough. We have known each other for more than 20 years, right?

Why didn't you introduce me to such a fun organization earlier?"

"I only came into contact with them recently! I've dealt with them twice and felt that they were a bit difficult to deal with, so I kept my mouth shut!" Freddie shook his head with a wry smile.

Having said that, the Duke couldn't blame him any further. He raised his glass, and the two clinked glasses and enjoyed the food.

Qi Shan ate the meticulously prepared foie gras made by a top French chef while casually contacting the main body.

Qi Shan didn't pay much attention to this Freddie persona before. He thought it was a disposable item.

He planned to just drop him whenever he had the chance.

Unexpectedly, after an auction, he discovered that this old man had an astonishing network of contacts.

The secret auction he used relied on the support of more than a dozen auction houses, such as Christie's.

The auction itself was semi-public, specializing in providing the upper class with some strange things that could not be placed in the sun.

Over time, an amazing network of contacts was woven.

After discovering this, Qi Shan immediately decided to use this character to launch the second phase of the plan.

This way, the development time of the High Table can be shortened to the greatest extent.

Just like the two people enjoying the food, the box containing the Cup of Life was placed in front of a big shot.

The huge yacht was moving forward at full speed, plowing long white waves on the sea.

On the deck, many bodyguards patrolled around with guns in their hands, and two helicopters were escorting them overhead.

"So beautiful, so beautiful!"

The big shot muttered to himself, his eyes shining.

Although he was fat and had an old face, he looked like Sammo Hung had gained three sizes and aged 70 years.

His clothes were very casual, both loose and comfortable, and he wore two delicate yellow jade bracelets on his wrist, which were very round.

Next to him, a middle-aged man in his 40s smiled and said: "Father, try the effect quickly! This is a real artifact!"

"What artifact or not, you went to an auction and told me myths!" The big shot didn't care and still kept looking at the Cup of Life, reluctant to let go.

The middle-aged man couldn't help but laugh or cry: "Father, this is really an artifact, not a rare antique. Otherwise, I wouldn't have used such a great force to risk robbing something from an English duke, right?"

"So what if he's English? If he dares to come to Myanmar, I'll make sure he never returns!"

The middle-aged man shook his head and gave up trying to persuade him with words. He directly took the kettle from the side and carefully poured a cup full.

"Father, drink it!"

"Can this really be drunk?" The big shot was full of suspicion.

"Really!"

"Alright then!" The big shot shook his head, curiously picked up the Cup of Life, and took a light sip.

After that, a miracle happened.