Start at the Pinnacle of Life

Florida, Miami!

As an economically prosperous holiday destination, it attracts people from all over the world throughout the year.

Every day, there will be a steady stream of tourists landing at the airport.

People come and go at the airport today, and the huge political changes have not affected people's normal lives.

For ordinary people, everything seems to be the same except that the government no longer manages the city.

You should eat, drink, and be free if you are free!

The imbalance between work and expenses was discovered by a small group of people.

For the bald eagles who are accustomed to pre-consumption, it is not worth their time to pay attention to this little thing.

Spending dozens of dollars in a month is like cutting meat with a dull knife, without pain!

Even if someone reminds them, they won't take it to heart.

Is tens of dollars a lot?

But what can be changed after a little more than a month, let's start the party quickly!

After the brainwashing of capital, the brains of leeks have lost their due vigilance.

Even serious degradation!

Only families standing in the elite class are truly free citizens.

Those poor people are just worthless livestock labor.

This is especially true for Golden Beach, which has become a semi-open project since the Southern Consortium took over Florida.

The most beautiful beach section open only to the wealthy has been unanimously praised by the rich.

They did not pull on the isolation belt, and the breath of freedom must be abundant.

Only those policemen walking near the beach will drive away poor people who are obviously unfit.

Keep them away from this beach to avoid disturbing the nature of their parents.

Boom, rumble!

There was thunder in the clear blue sky, which made countless people look up curiously.

In the dazzling sunlight, there seemed to be a brighter spot.

The second, the third, more and more...

When the first spot of light pierced the blue sky, it escaped from the sun.

People only saw the rapid descent warehouse braving the flames, and it was close at hand at this time.

"Ah..." a flustered scream sounded on the beach.

People rushed to the street, thinking of the huge light gate that suddenly appeared a few months ago.

Hundreds of people were killed in that accident. What will happen this time?

The wealthy people on the deck chairs were surrounded by bodyguards and quickly evacuated.

It's just that his eyes are still full of curiosity, and he keeps looking up.

Until a drop of magic pestle pours through the side wall of the bank building and crashes into the interior of the building.

The flames that caused them made them realize that their lives were under uncontrollable and fatal threats.

Boom!

Over the prosperous and beautiful city, a burst of flames fell, like the meteor swarm brought by the end of the world.

Drilling into the magic pestle in different buildings, the first time to enter the alert.

Then, the hatch popped open.

The sound of mechanical friction sounded, and countless [creators] unanimously walked out of the cabin and walked into the building.

The police and security guards who arrived during the period warned, but they chose to open fire after no results.

After being fought back by the [Creator], he died and vented his anger.

The whole of Miami was just a moment, turned into a tragedy swept by terror and war.

And the big figures hiding in these buildings are in panic and despair.

Kenny Waugh McKison is one of them.

As one of the most powerful helms of the Southern Consortium, the contemporary leader of the McKison family, the actual controller of the First Bank and the largest individual shareholder of Tennico.

Kenny W. McKison is an authoritative figure with great influence throughout the Western world.

It is no exaggeration to say that he just sneezed, and international oil prices will fluctuate accordingly.

The country's largest oil pipeline contractor, the oil energy giant, is itself the leader of the consortium.

His every move will provoke an overreaction.

But now, Kenny W. McKison only hopes that he has never given birth to that idiot.

He should have shot that stupid thing on the wall back then.

fuck...

Boom!

When the door was blasted open, the bodyguards of Kenny W. McKison pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Jingle bell...

[Creator] Beautiful sparks spattered on the surface and counterattacked the attacker.

Da da da…

None of the people who shot were able to escape the fate of a headshot.

The few guys who fired the first shot were even sifted by machine guns.

As the arms in the room were disarmed, a cheerful laugh came from outside the door.

Getting closer and closer, finally appeared in front of Kenny Woo McKison.

"Hi, Uncle McKison, remember me?" Elizabeth Fink looked into the room with a lollipop in her hand.

Kenny W. McKeeson took a deep breath, and a calm smile appeared on his face: "Of course, Elizabeth, how could I forget a lovely angel like you."

"I said you will remember me." Elizabeth, on tiptoe, jumped to avoid the dead body on the ground and came to the desk.

Jumping up with both hands, the man just sat on the table and turned his head to face Kenny W. McKison.

"Then, respected Uncle McKison, can you tell me who orchestrated this incident?"

Hearing Elizabeth's questioning, Kenny W. McKison smiled complicatedly: "Is it really him?"

"You guessed it long ago, when BlackRock drove those guys from California to take charge of the West Coast."

Elizabeth talked about lollipops boredly, thinking "Why do these old guys always like to waste time."

Don't they understand that time is precious.

These nonsense can be left in the coffin, and she now only needs to hear the answer she wants.

"Before the truth is completely exposed, people always have extravagant hopes that things will go in a good direction."

Kenny W. McKison said softly, "I can tell you his name and promise you."

"What kind of guarantee?" Elizabeth turned the lollipop and looked at him with her head tilted.

"The Southern Consortium will no longer participate. Starting today, we will be BlackRock's most loyal friends."

Kenny W. McKison realized the change in the situation in just a few minutes.

Originally, everyone was a chess player off the board.

Start fierce battles on the chessboard according to the rules, plunder everything in the chess game, and make yourself the final winner.

But because of the recklessness of a certain fool, the duel is now not limited to the chessboard.

When someone takes the lead in breaking the rules of the board and intends to solve the opponent outside the game.

The situation is like two old chess players.

It was discovered that the opponent is actually a boxing champion, and playing chess is only a part-time job.

This feels terrible!

Now, the boxing champion's straight fist is only a minute away from his face.

Kenny Woo McKison just wants to find a chance before getting a headshot!

Seriously looked at McKison's face like a dry bark.

Elizabeth suddenly laughed badly: "Are you trying to fart?"

McKison did not understand what she said, because she spoke in Mandarin.

But from Elizabeth's tone, expression and body language, McKison still got the answer.

This is not a good thing, the other party rejected his proposal!

"...We can merge into BlackRock." Kenny Woo McKison showed the utmost sincerity.

In the face of death, all wealth looks bleak.

After realizing that those Robocops who fell from the sky are really his people.

Kenny W. McKison lost his intention to resist, and the terrifying force hidden in the shadows of deep space made him unable to resist.

Just like the Indians back then, how could the stone spear and the short knives be able to deal with the long spears and short cannons?

Glancing unexpectedly at this dying old guy, Elizabeth admired his courage.

It's a pity, "It's not my decision."

Elizabeth stretched her hands helplessly, saying that she was just a beater.

"I want to talk to him in person." McKison said hurriedly.

Seeing the stitches, never let go of any opportunity that may exist, the instinct of a stone capitalist.

"Elizabeth, for the sake of having known each other for many years." Kenny Waugh McKison begged.

Elizabeth scorned her lips, they didn't have many years of affection.

When the California consortium ran away, McKison did not hesitate to take them in.

He presided over the merger of the two parties and established a new joint consortium to counter the sudden rise of BlackRock.

At that time, why didn't he think of the friendship that he had known the Fink family for many years?

However, Elizabeth likes to see him begging.

Eyes turned and smiled wickedly and said: "Maybe you can try to impress me again, that way, maybe there will be a chance..."

A projection appeared in the room, interrupting Elizabeth's evil interest without warning.

"Dear Qin, it's great to see you." Kenny W. McKison stood up excitedly.

"Name." Qin Yu's projection said coldly.

"Of course, Coleno W. McKison, he gave the order privately, and I also received the news not long ago."

Kenny W. McKison sold his son without hesitation, without any change in his expression.

The indifference in that tone was like talking about a stranger.

"Who else is involved, I want a detailed list." Qin Yu said again.

"I will hand everyone over to you, hoping to have this honor."

Kenny W. McKison kept his attitude very low, without the pride and unruly of a family head of a consortium.

Recognizing reality is the ability that a qualified helm should possess.

At this point, Kenny W. McKison is undoubtedly successful.

Don't talk about his son, even his own life has been ignored by UU Reading www.uukanshu.com, only that this matter will not involve the entire family.

He is already an old man about to enter the soil, and there is nothing to regret even a few years in advance.

But the inheritance of the McKison family cannot be interrupted by one's own hands.

Looking at the humble McKison, Qin Yu fell silent.

The inner torment was like an invisible weight on McKison's spine, and big beads of sweat dripped down his chin.

At this moment, he knew very well that the future of the McKison family was in the hands of the opponent.

"I want him."

At this time, Qin Yu was listening to Shi Cui's explanation.

Why do you want this old man suddenly, and think that he is the best host of amoeba.

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