Virus Throne

North America, the United States, New York, Columbia University.

September in New York is neither cold nor hot, which is the most comfortable season of the year.

The continuous drizzle brings a hint of coolness, bringing rare tranquility to this bustling city.

Before the catastrophe, New York was a world-renowned financial center.

Wall Street in Manhattan is home to countless international investment banks and capitalists.

They secretly control everything in the world under the cover of night here.

From stocks to funds, from futures to assets, from banks to bonds, the bronze bull on the corner symbolizes the supreme status of this block in the global market.

This is a city where the air is full of the smell of money, and the blood and tears of countless people are turned into white banknotes here, flowing to those financial oligarchs.

The nests of countless secret organizations are set up in this city, including the North American Freemasonry, the North American Skull and Bones Society, the North American Knights of Columbus, the North American Bilderberg Group...

After the catastrophe began, this international metropolis with a population of tens of millions did not fall into chaos completely.

Because of the existence of these secret organizations, although the population has dropped sharply, it has been relatively well preserved.

With the emergence of the awakeners, the mutant beasts were driven out of the city.

The ancient secret organizations with profound background, relying on the vast resources in their hands, attracted many powerful awakeners to join.

And these awakeners not only brought a sense of security, but also brought ambition.

Since they could no longer control the world in secret, they chose to surface.

But they had no army, no weapons, only powerful awakeners.

These ancient secret organizations began to form an alliance.

The major secret organizations in North America and the major secret organizations in Europe formed a powerful European and American alliance.

Among them, the ancient organizations in North America are headed by the Freemasons, and other organizations follow their lead.

Although New York under the night is far less prosperous than it was in the past, it still has the atmosphere of fireworks.

More than three million ordinary people, under the protection of major organizations.

Although life is difficult, it is not too painful.

These old shady guys hiding in the dark are well versed in the way of governing the world.

They drink blood, but they don't want their lives.

The long-term and continuous extraction of value is the foundation of their survival.

As the lights came on, the mercenaries led by the Freemasons had already started security patrols.

Although the security here is far from that of the Qin Dynasty, it is much better than many places in the world.

In a small conference room in the Columbia University Library.

A dozen well-dressed men and women, holding cocktails in their hands and smoking expensive cigars, were talking loudly.

From time to time, waiters in neat evening gowns would come in and out to provide services for these people.

Among these waiters, the weakest one is also a three-time awakener.

The powerful four-time awakeners in the outside world are only the role of waiter foreman here.

This is a high-end gathering within the Freemasons. These dozen men and women are the real core decision-makers of the Freemasons.

Each of them represents one, or several, ancient and powerful families.

This large organization is somewhat similar to a country, and no one can be the final word.

All major issues need to be negotiated to be resolved, which is what they call democracy.

The benefits are obvious. Even if all the people here die, the organization will not be disintegrated.

Those families will soon select new spokespersons to resume the operation of the organization.

The disadvantage is also here. Each family will have its own plan for its own interests.

No matter how powerful an organization is, once it cannot form a joint force, it will eventually be just a pile of loose sand.

When the external pressure is too great or the temptation is enough, these people can easily be disintegrated from the inside.

"Ding, ding, ding..." A tall, thin old man with white hair knocked on the wine glass with exquisite silver tableware.

The dozen men and women quickly quieted down and walked back to the long table and sat in their seats.

The waiters retreated one after another, leaving only a few powerful fourth awakeners to be on guard in the corridor outside the gate.

The dark red wooden long table, the high-backed chairs inlaid with gold edges, and the dim and soft lights.

Every place here shows the secrecy and luxury of Freemasonry.

There were no people sitting at the two ends of the long table, and everyone was on both sides.

The most distinguished seats at both ends should have been occupied by the president or the lord.

Unfortunately, the last president died in the early stage of the virus outbreak, and he did not become an awakener.

The major families were in a mess because of the new president.

Later, they simply gave up electing a new president.

The tall white-haired old man looked at the dozen people on both sides of the long table with a smile.

He raised his glass elegantly and gestured, and took a sip, "Dear brothers of the Freemasonry, thank you for accepting my invitation to attend this gathering."

A beautiful young woman in her thirties said softly: "Mr. Bill, you called this gathering just to drink?"

The young woman was wearing a luxurious black evening dress with a very low neckline, and the waves were about to burst out.

Her face was pretty, her demeanor was calm, but her tone was a little aggressive.

Others seemed to have gotten used to her attitude, and they all looked at Bill with some disapproval.

"Miss Hilton, I called everyone together this time to discuss the next action plan with everyone." Bill was very gentlemanly.

He also knows that the Hilton family has always been so arrogant and domineering.

"Everyone, the Sakura Kingdom has signed the Tokyo Treaty and has completely turned to the Qin Dynasty. We can no longer count on it." A handsome man in his forties said.

"What is the attitude of the Rothschild family?" Hilton spoke again, "Mr. George, can you tell me?"

Facing Bill from Goldman Sachs, she could make sarcastic remarks.

Facing the largest plutocrat in Europe, the Rothschild family, she would not dare to be so presumptuous.

"Our view has not changed. The cosmic civilization must be a lie created by Great Qin." George smiled with a hint of disdain. "That large ruins cannot be left to be divided up by Great Qin and the religious order. We must put more pressure on them. If that doesn’t work, use force.”

"Use of force? The combination of Da Qin and the Order is far beyond what we can contend with." Musk, the representative of the Rockefeller family, looked at the crowd and said, "I do not agree with the use of force."

"The use of force is already a consensus reached by the European and American alliances." George looked at Musk tit for tat. "Don't let your cowardice affect the entire plan. It's time to form the Eight-Nation Alliance Forces again."

"Eight-Nation Alliance? Are you telling me about ancient history? What era is it now? Do you think Great Qin is still the Great Qin it once was?" Musk looked at George disdainfully, "Don't drag us into a war because of your stupidity. Quagmire.”

"The betrayal of the Sakura Kingdom cost us a sharp sword to balance the Great Qin." Bill saw that the two people were arguing a bit fiercely, so he quickly came out to smooth things over, "Should we look for a new spokesperson around the Great Qin?"

"Yinba is good. Those Asans are like dogs. If you throw in a bone, they will work hard for us." A sly smile appeared on Hilton's face.

Others nodded in agreement, and even George and Musk looked convinced.

"Take things one by one, don't be anxious. On such a beautiful night, it would be nice for us to talk by candlelight." Bill said with a smile.

"Support India and Pakistan, give them some empty promises, and let them harass Da Qin's rear. This is a good choice." A participant took the lead in expressing his position.

Everyone voted with a show of hands and unanimously passed the resolution.

"The next topic is the action plan I just mentioned." Bill knocked on the cup again. "Other organizations have formed a consensus to capture the Mayan temple."

"What about Xu Youran?" In fact, Musk's real concern was not Da Qin, but Xu Youran.

Because he was a witness to the battle at the Mayan Temple at that time, and saw with his own eyes that Xu Youran was like a demon, killing the twelve heavenly kings crazily.

He knew very well, even though he was a five-time awakener.

If he falls into the siege of the Twelve Heavenly Kings, his only fate will be death.

"Musk, you coward. I knew you must be scared of that boy from Da Qin." George stared at Musk contemptuously, "We have so many five-time awakeners, why are we afraid that we can't kill him?"

"You, a frog in a well, can say such things because you haven't seen how powerful he is." Musk felt cold all over when he thought of Xu Youran now. How could he have the courage to fight Xu Youran.

"I agree with what George said. Xu Youran is just one person. There are dozens of five-time awakeners in our European and American alliance." Hilton interjected, "Musk, I look down on you very much now."

"Since everyone still has different opinions, let's vote." Bill waved his hand to interrupt the quarrel between several people.

"I agree to attack the Mayan temple."

"I agree."

"I object."

"I agree."

More than half of the dozen or so people present raised their hands in agreement.

"Alas..." Musk sighed helplessly and leaned back on his chair, "You will definitely regret today's decision."

"What nonsense Xu Youran, we can launch the Twelve Heavenly Kings to increase our momentum, Da Qin can naturally support an idol." George shook his head, quite disapproving.

"I'm so disappointed that Xu Youran can scare you like this." Hilton raised his head proudly, "We have seven fifth-time awakeners here, enough to kill that kid."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the room seemed to feel a chill.

September is the best season in New York. Although it is drizzling outside, with the strength of these dozen people, they shouldn't feel the cold.

The dim light no longer seems so warm, but has a swaying and weird feeling.

If that's how one feels, that's okay.

But now everyone feels the difference.

The dozen or so people in the room looked at each other, feeling a little confused.

The heavy oak door was pushed open slowly and silently.

A tall figure Shi Shiran walked in from outside the gate, as casually as a late attendee.

The handsome young man wearing a black camouflage combat uniform is none other than Xu Youran, who traveled thousands of miles across the ocean.

A charming smile appeared on his face as sharp as an axe. As he walked towards the long table, he greeted everyone, "Where's the meeting? I'm not too late."