Super Black Technology

Although in the eyes of Hughes, the Chicago consortium is just ants.

However, the Chicago consortium is one of the top ten consortiums in the United States. It is a large consortium in the Midwest of the United States and is well-known around the world.

Founded in the early 20th century, it is composed of three wealthy families, the McCormick family, the Wood family and the emerging Crown family, and has continued to this day.

Marx once said: If there is a 100% profit, the capitalists will take risks; if there is a 200% profit, the capitalists will flout the law; if there is a 300% profit, then the capitalists will trample on everything in the world!

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Chicago, Illinois.

Several luxury cars drove into the mansion of the Crown family. A man in his 40s got out of the car and hurried home.

He is one of the most valued sons of old Krona——Junior Krona.

Earlier, Little Crown received a call from his mother asking him to come back for lunch immediately, and it was necessary, immediately!

So, Little Crown came back in a hurry.

As soon as he entered the dining room on the first floor, he felt a heavy and bleak atmosphere.

There were very few people in the dining room, only three people: my father, mother and the old housekeeper who watched me grow up. There was no one else but them.

Very deserted, deserted a little scary.

When the old butler saw little Ke Lang coming in, he bowed and said nothing.

What happened?

"You're back?" Old Kron shouted, his voice a little hoarse. Beside him, his mother was weeping silently.

What on earth happened? Little Crown looked at the old butler suspiciously.

The old butler gave him a forced smile.

"Sit down and eat!"

...

The lunch was a good one, but Little Crown was having a hard time eating it. Because his mother poured wine and soup for him on a rare occasion...

Many times, little Crown wanted to stand up and ask why. But the heavy atmosphere made him swallow his words.

Not long after, lunch was over.

After the old butler finished clearing the plates, he left, and there was one less person in the dining room again.

I should be able to say it now, right? Little Crown looked at his father suspiciously.

But listen, old Crown sighed, and asked:

"What else do you wish for?"

As soon as these words came out, Little Kelang was startled. Is this a decapitated meal?

"Old Krona, save him, save our little son!" The mother's face was covered with tears.

Old Kron shook his head, extremely sad.

I always knew that my youngest son had great ambitions, very big. But I never thought that his ambition is so big that the whole world can't hold it.

It can't be saved, this time it really can't be saved!

At this moment, little Kron was finally scared, and knelt down on the ground with a bang: "Father, save me, save me!"

"You also know to be afraid? Why weren't you afraid when you used your family inside the FBI? Why weren't you afraid when you sent someone to assassinate that little guy? Why weren't you afraid when you let someone steal that code? "

Old Mr. Crown asked angrily, but his heart was full of sadness.

It turned out that his son was so stupid, or in fact he was not stupid, but his eyes were blinded by ambition.

How much is cross-network attack technology and anti-nuclear weapons worth?

Immeasurable!

How much is that little guy worth?

Also immeasurable!

This is a world of capital. When the capital is immeasurably high, nothing can cover its existence.

It is the general trend, and it can change history.

There is a saying that goes well: When the wheel of history rolls forward, all those standing in front of it are ants and will eventually be crushed to pieces.

Our family is ants, the Chicago consortium is ants, and even the Rockefeller family is also ants.

And what about the little guy?

For the country, he is the internet god of the federation; for us consortiums, he is the god of capital.

Such a terrifying person, even the seven giants dare not move.

How dare you send someone to assassinate him? How dare you let someone steal the code?

Damn, why didn't I shoot you on the wall back then.

"Father, save me, save me..." Little Kron kept wailing, trying to get his father's forgiveness.

pity……

Old Kron shook his head mercilessly: "Go out and kill yourself! Don't let your mother see it!"

Hearing such words, Little Kron stopped howling, his eyes were full of despair, he had completely resigned to his fate.

Little Kron stood up slowly, looked at his mother, and then at his father...

Sudden!

A hint of ferocity flashed in those desperate eyes. Little Kron stretched his hand to his waist, pulled out his pistol instantly, and pointed at Old Kron.

"Son, what do you want to do? He is your father, he is your father!"

Old Kron was not surprised at all, he sneered and said, "Do you think there are still bullets in your gun?"

Little Kron was startled, and quickly removed the magazine to take a look. Sure enough, there was not a single bullet in his gun.

Was it replaced by your own bodyguard? He actually betrayed me? !

Ignoring his son's surprise, Old Crown looked down at his watch. Time is running out and they are almost there!

Thinking of this, Old Kron raised his hand and made a gesture...

"Boom—"

The sound of a huge sniper rifle sounded, and the death bullet shot from the window, and shot into Little Kron's chest in an instant.

"Father, you...you..." Little Kelang fell to the ground, completely dead.

Seeing this scene, old Mrs. Crown fainted.

"Hey!" Old Kron sighed and sat down on his chair lonely.

My son is really stupid in some ways! He didn't know that from the moment he entered the house, he had been targeted by three sniper rifles at the same time.

"Come on!"

The old butler led several servants in quickly.

"Send Madam back to the bedroom to rest."

"Yes!" The servants supported his wife and left.

The old butler didn't move, just looked at old Mr. Crown quietly.

Old Krona was extremely sad in his heart, and a strand of muddy tears overflowed his eyes, which were the tears of a crocodile.

Moments later, Old Kron wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said ruthlessly, "Let them do it!"

The old housekeeper bowed, said nothing, then turned and left.

His mission is - to kill Mr. Crown's wife, lover and daughter!

Old Mr. Crown watched the old butler leave until he was no longer seen.

At this time, Old Kron turned his head, faced a wall behind, and said, "Are you satisfied?"

After the sound fell, there was applause behind the wall, and two white men came out.

"Mr. Rockefeller, Your Excellency the Senator, are you satisfied with this?" Old Crown asked again, with a hint of anger hidden in his voice, but he was helpless.

The senator nodded in satisfaction, and said, "Let's forget about this time, we don't want another time!"

After receiving such a reply, Old Krona finally breathed a sigh of relief, then stood up and asked, "Then, can our Chicago consortium's application to join the alliance be approved?"

The two white men looked at each other, then the senator stepped forward, smiled and extended his right hand to Old Kron.

"Old Mr. Crown, you are welcome to join our 'Watermelon Alliance'!"

Watermelon Alliance? !

Damn it, who forced this name? So funny!