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The people who came here to attend the meeting today are almost the top chaebol leaders in the United States.

The last time such a meeting was held was in 2008, and the scale was far less than today's level...

Wall Street's upstarts, old industrialists, owners of high-tech industries, new and old plutocrats gathered together again, even though they were hostile to each other, they chose to stand together at this moment.

Capitalists are like this, no matter how big the hatred is, as long as they can make money, as long as they have business, everyone can talk about it.

The solemn and elegant conference hall is covered with decorations from more than 100 years ago, surrounded by stained glass walls more than three meters high, and a round table is placed in the middle. Desmond opened the door and entered, and almost all the people sitting here were 'young people'

Yes, including Desmond himself, who was already sixty-eight years old, but looked at most in his early forties.

Everyone has almost rejuvenated under the life-extending technology provided by Zhangshi Technology, but... this does not prevent them from mastering the rabbit, and the writing company reads as a collective attack on the country.

These guys are not well-known on the Internet and in the world, and few people even know them. But their energy is far greater than that of Musk, who is in the limelight.

Although it is not as awesome as the Internet conspiracy theory, such a group of people can really determine the future of the bald eagle.

The biggest advantage of the consortium is not only capital, but also the intercommunication and unity of the inner circle. The country of Bald Eagle is a collection of many interest groups, and the consortium is undoubtedly the most powerful one among these interest groups.

"Why, Mr. Henkel and the others didn't come?"

Desmond looked around, but did not see the familiar figure of the cowboy

"Mr. Henkel is leaving for Chicago." A young capital said softly

Desmond glanced at this guy, the golden pupils that diverged undisguisedly after taking off the contact lenses, made Desmond jealous and contemptuous at the same time.

This group of mixed races is full of participation in the history of the Bald Eagle, and they also occupy a large position in the consortium. However, it is not enough to completely control them.

But this time, even the group of lizardmen who were so intent on chasing and killing ancient creatures were shocked.

After all, it is about the world war. No matter how important dragon slaying is, it would be meaningless if one's hometown is blown up to ashes.

"Gentlemen, we have reached the most dangerous moment."

Desmond, who presided over the meeting, went straight to the point

"The threats posed by the Rabbit and the East Asian Alliance are looming, and the great Bald Eagle needs our full cooperation to ensure the security of the country - and everyone's interests!"

"But neither we nor those evil Asians want to see the worst thing-nuclear war, we must contain this from happening!"

"It's easy to say." Someone below sneered.

"We are happy to use the excuse of peace and anti-war to pressure Congress and the military to stop the military confrontation, but who of us will speak up?"

Everyone fell silent for an instant.

In the current situation, even Lockheed, which is most eager for war, does not want to really start a war. They all say that capitalists will sell their own hanging ropes, but if they really want money so much, they will not be able to develop today.

But still the question, who comes out to be the one who writes the hero reads the idiot? Who will be the warrior who takes all the blame and dies in peace?

The bald eagle's military power is unrivaled in the world, and the bald eagle's hegemony is unparalleled in the world, but all of this is based on the bald eagle's "invincibility".

If they admit it the first time, there will be a second time. No matter what the reason is, as long as they regress, the bald eagle will inevitably suffer heavy losses in the subsequent world structure.

Whether it is the loss of overseas military bases or the detached status of the US dollar in the international market, they are unacceptable results.

"We don't need to be this responsible person." Desmond said leisurely

"We can let someone else do this scapegoat, a guy who is most suitable for this kind of responsibility..."

"That 'General' sir."

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Chapter 12. Hang That Capitalist

"Since everyone, like me, is unwilling to be this unlucky ghost who takes all the responsibility and then dies obediently. Then, let an outsider bear this fate."

Desmond Morgan crossed his fingers, looked at the silent head of the various chaebols, and showed a sly fox-like smile

"You mean...put that daring guy in charge?"

The young mixed-race capitalist raised his eyebrows and said

"Are you crazy? Or are you trying to start another war?"

"Of course I know how powerful that 'General' is." Desmond said leisurely.

"He can be regarded as our 'idol', and so is his temper that would throw the table if he disagrees... But no matter how powerful he is, can he be against us, the rabbit, and Ausong together? ?"

Desmond smiled happily

"Everyone, before coming here, I have reached a consensus with General Huang, the leader of the Australia-Song Army. We don't want to trigger a hot war, so we need a guy with enough weight to take responsibility this time."

"We can admit the responsibility for the loss of Militia 3, and that man will shoulder the responsibility of stealing our nuclear bomb and releasing it—after all, there are people with this special technology on this planet, so it is most suitable for him to be the one. "

The meeting was quiet again, until a spokesman for the Mellon Consortium who looked to be in his forties but was actually ninety-four years old spoke.

"Will he be that cooperative? And if he dies, what do we do?"

Compared with letting a possibly innocent person take the blame, the interests of the consortium, or their interests are the most important.

Apart from relying on their strong technical strength, economic potential and military strength, the reason that Master Technology is able to run so unscrupulously is largely due to Mu Feng's personal rejuvenation technology.

This technique of modifying telomerase to make the body almost go back in time is beyond the reach of countless biologists. And this guy has never had the idea of ​​publishing the paper, no matter how the West hints that he will win the Nobel, he has never released a trace of news.

As for commercial espionage, there is no need to say too much, since that company has never stopped since its inception. But if you can't get the technology, you can't get it. That man has already achieved a comprehensive monopoly in this area.

"I never said I would kill that genius." Desmond said lightly.

"In fact, even if we thought about it, the East Asian Union represented by Ausong and Rabbit would not allow it. Who would be willing to give up such a genius who can lead human innovation? But who made this guy go too far."

"But what if he desperately refuses to cooperate?" the spokesperson of the Meilong Foundation frowned.

A genius, especially a genius who is not only scientific, but also extremely scheming, is very likely to leave behind for himself. And even if such a genius is caught by them, who can guarantee that he will work for them with peace of mind?

Longevity is a big deal, especially for billionaires like them. Tens of millions or even hundreds of millions are invested in medical care every year to make their lives more comfortable.

To put it bluntly, judging their own future lifespan against the future of the country and the world, these unscrupulous plutocrats would probably choose the former without hesitation.

"It's okay, he will cooperate." Desmond smiled happily

"We also have members of the secret party who are willing to help with each other, and there are also some 'unspeakable' forces within Australia and Song Dynasty, and they are also happy to do this."

"After all, that genius, he is too dangerous."

At the end of the speech, the entire conference table weighed each other in silence, and finally, as the young mixed-race capitalist raised his hand, his arms were raised one by one.

They are businessmen, and their nature is to gamble.

No one can refuse longevity, and no one wants the world they live in to become a wasteland. It is difficult to make a choice between the two, but if they can get the best of both worlds, they are willing to participate in gambling.

Ever since, the plan about Mufeng was formulated.

Next, he will be attacked by the forces of the world's largest gangsters, and he will be taken away in a lightning raid. Then all the blame will be pushed on the head of his evil genius. After destroying it and liberating the neon, everyone will be safe.

See, world peace was born once again.

"As I expected." Mu Feng opened his eyes and said lightly

He didn't feel angry or resentful or anything. He understood the choices of these people very well, and he also understood how annoying his own existence was.

He is an existence that can advance human progress, but for a group of mortals, a person who strides too much is a frightening lunatic. And most importantly, his existence is completely beyond the control of any country.

Occupying a country that controls neon, the group he represents has changed from an aggregate under the state to a pure aggregate.

He has gone from chip to player at the table.

Even if the politics are in an enlightened country, no matter how tolerant the ruling group is, it cannot allow such a situation to happen. Naturally, the fewer people who share the cake, the better, not to mention that he is still a 'lunatic'.

He is not a country but a group, a cyberpunk super trust enterprise. It also means that the diplomatic standards by which countries are measured are of no use to him.

He can then start a war for a moment, which alone is enough to make him intolerable to the international community-not to mention that he just launched a super weapon that can threaten the world into space not long ago.

Considering all the factors together, it was only reasonable for him to be killed, and it was also logical for him to be pushed as a scapegoat. Everyone wanted to vote him out of the game for a guy who didn't follow the routine.

But...even a few years ago, he couldn't have been voted out so easily.

While Desmond and the others were toasting, they suddenly felt a fever on the bridge of their noses. When they touched it, black liquid oozed out of their nasal passages.

These rich people called their personal doctors immediately, but the man who opened the door and walked in was a strange man they didn't know.

"It's not easy to let everyone drink those things with peace of mind."

Sato, who slowly took off his bloody clothes, smiled and looked at this group of big shots who could shake the world with a single stomp, watching them kneel down in pain, with blood stains on their clothes, he was very satisfied.

No, don't get me wrong, he just thinks it's a fresh and enjoyable RPG experience playing a character who is so behind-the-scenes affecting the world, and even destroying it.

"you you……"

Desmond's eyeballs bulged, and he stretched out his hand towards Sato ferociously, but Sato just smiled, watching their bodies continuously seep out of pitch-black mycelium.

According to the boss, these guys will not die so simply. From their corpses, another one will soon be born.

This black light virus combined with the characteristics of E mold will make it easier for the corpse of the dead to give birth to new virus life forms, like Alex Mercer. It's just that they don't have the overpowering power to torture and kill the original form, at most they are just superhuman.

But the biggest feature of this virus is that they will give birth to a new self 100%, and then they will immediately realize that they are no longer human beings, but another creature.

Instead of waste products, their metabolism will expel mycelium, which is full of infectious capabilities. And what will happen to these rich people after they realize that they have become another species?

Sato was looking forward to that situation very much. Before the world war, it was interesting to appreciate the infighting of the world's most powerful country.

Desmond's body was completely covered by the pitch-black mycelium, and now he looked like a cocooned silkworm.

Sato picked up the mobile phone at his hand, and the next moment there was a familiar ringtone, he turned on the mobile phone, and Mu Feng's indifferent voice came from inside

"Good job, the instructions for the next mission, the required funds, and the place to pick up the equipment have been sent to the above."

Looking at another international metropolis displayed on the phone, Sato's eyes lighted up instantly

"I love you to death, Boss!"

The only answer to him was the busy tone on the other end of the phone.

...

"We have taken command of the Burning Legion."

When Mu Feng put down his phone, the arrogance transformed into a shadow emerged from his feet, and said leisurely

"The fury mission was completed very well, and Sargeras even gave him a reward—although I think there might be something mixed into that reward."

Sargeras is a proud dark titan, but that doesn't mean he's a bully who obeys orders. The power given to Illidan was only because he was just a bug anyway, but the fury was different. The guest from another world was qualified to escape from Sargeras after all.

However, this can be regarded as a long-awaited preparation. As long as Sargeras can obtain the command of the Burning Legion, then the plan can be further promoted.

"The situation in the world is indeed tense, but not tense enough."

Mu Feng crossed his hands, talking to himself leisurely.

"Only after experiencing the cruelty of war can people understand the value of peace—but excessive reflection will make people forget the instinct of struggle and become weak herbivores."

Aliens invade, countries fighting with each other cooperate with each other, what kind of situation should such a script be performed best?

That should be in the midst of war, when the flames of death and destruction sweep the world, where the war potential of both sides is activated, and it is best to maintain the level that generally does not really destroy each other.

Not surprisingly, when the idiots of Wall Street stand up again from the dead, they will think they are infected with the virus, and then they will panic and try to find any way to detoxify.

They couldn't find it, and Mu Feng wouldn't let them find it.

E mold is a special virus in the eighth part of Resident Evil, and its parent's "fungus master" has the ability to interfere with the spirit of all the splits below it, and that mother, the reincarnated Hong Shan, is in Mu Feng's hands.

No matter what unknown mystic cards those Wall Street idiots have, the deep influence of Zhiyuan and genes is enough for Mu Feng to have absolute control over them.

Moreover, he didn't need to interfere with anything.

What do these idiots do when they realize they've become unchangeable fungus people?

Suicide for world peace? There is no need to open this joke, of course they will do their best to hide it, and then start to spread to other people in the expansion of the infection caused by continuous metabolism and the accompanying "desire to reproduce".

This syndicate of idiots will soon band together and try to drag more of their circle into the water.

Mu Feng didn't need to do anything, they would automatically transfer the upper-level control of the bald eagle to Mu Feng.

As for the group of people in Ausong, the background relationship makes E mold's plan not so easy to use. But it doesn't matter, there is another plan for them, and only their words can't cause much trouble.

"You seem to have forgotten those lizards in your beautiful plans for the future." Arrogantly complained

"I know that most of them are insignificant, and even the Black Emperor is no longer within the scope of our fear. But, after all, it is a trouble."