Chapter 678 The Resurrection and Rise of the Cold-Blooded Consortium

In the sea breeze of the Mediterranean Sea, on the noisy streets, Paul Nelson, pretending to be an oil countryman, is an authentic white man, a handsome white man, a hiding man, a man who used to own the world but is now a piece of fat, a The golden mouse, the poor wretch being chased by everyone. m (Please use the pinyin domain name of this site to visit us.) The astonishing wealth and authority that could affect the fate of a country and influence the voice of Citigroup America in the past are gone and lost.

Indeed, Paul turned out to be a member of a so-called cold-blooded consortium, an important member of a glorious family that emulated Sparta's internal competition but was very united.

And now most of what was once owned has disappeared like snow under a scorching sun, and like a piece of gold left in a slum, it quickly changed hands.

For this, Paul didn't feel angry at all, only a slight sense of fear that made him angry. He is very clear that he, them, the cold-blooded financial group, and the Jewish financial group have only temporarily lost their wealth, and the system that was once formed by them and hid them in an important position in capitalism has disintegrated.

So it's a new world, but a new world that drives Paul crazy. No one is better than them, people who play with money, build a world system, and are ruthless but understand the truth of human civilization and the true power hidden in life. They understand what everything that Brother Abdominal brings means like never before.

He means that it is possible for human beings to step out of the interstellar era and succeed in cosmic civilization, and it also means that he will become a perfect person, a super human!

Looking at the street gathered to watch the grand wedding of Brother Abdominal, those people all held a kind of colored tickets. The look of great anticipation made Paul secretly sneer, 100 million people vying for 12 places? I believe that Brother Abs is just and fair, he will not cheat and open the back door to give to his own people, or those who need it.

But. Do you think this is possible?

The 1314 genius pills are probably only available to extremely lucky people.

"Besides, how can those greedy and ruthless capitalist governments give up these genius pills?" Paul sneered for a moment, until he had something important to do, then walked across the street and continued on the road.

Looking back, since that game came out, they immediately felt a big crisis: if those things were exposed to the sun, the people knew that most of the reality was just a lie. Just an illusion, including economic data released by the country. All in all, most of the money flows into the pockets of their cold-blooded syndicates, Jewish syndicates, etc.

And in order to control the economic system. They wage war, ignoring certain new energy technologies that are of great benefit to humanity yet destroy one of the most important commodities in the world today, oil. New technologies that can be used.

Because destroying oil in the past destroyed the dollar system,

If the dollar system is destroyed, Citi America will not have enough military spending to dominate the world. .Despite the rise of China. However, those cold-blooded consortiums are waiting in silence. They know that apart from that person, that incredible Chairman of Huaxia, his successors will never be able to control power.

He is not a saint. A true saint.

So they can quickly replicate an economic system that controls Citigroup America and controls China. Because no one can refuse wealth. Denying the impending, seems to have it all. Especially for those in high positions, is it just paying a mere conscience? Even because of the intelligence gap. Or think tanks are bought and fooled, even people with conscience don't have enough intelligence to fight against them. Their planet is a perfect system developed by money, dominated by sex, and run by reason.

However, a man nicknamed "Brother Abdomen" appeared—he is the incarnation of miracles, a god in an ordinary world without miracles, and a god who brings miracles and enjoys them.

Paul worships him very much, and Brother Abs is his god. What if he destroyed them? It's just the throes of the new world. Relying on their wisdom and research, they clearly understand that Brother Abdominal is just an ordinary person who worships money, but an invincible ordinary person with unlimited capital.

He cannot be knocked down, and no one wants to knock him down, because he himself is equal to this era, equal to the consciousness of the advanced intelligent race on this planet.

After all kinds of lies, an ordinary world, many exploitations, and many shadows, so the people need him, and the people desire him to save the world. Really save the world and save them from welcome.

As for the subsequent encounters, once they understand that the media controlled by them can no longer fool, conceal, and deceive this epoch-making, extremely real game that everyone is playing.

Unless they break the internet, which is impossible, just wasting power. So the cold-blooded consortium and others disappeared without a trace after trying their best to keep their wealth and the most important life safety through the ancient and more perfect evasion mechanism in the fastest speed and the most united way.

Look at the pursuit of major governments around the world, none of the important figures of the real cold-blooded financial groups and Jewish financial groups were arrested.

This is the power of the wisdom mechanism, which is the result of controlling most countries and secretly building various escape routes, refuges, false identities, and anti-grab mechanisms. There is no way the government can catch them. For just as it is impossible for a mortal to hold his own head and lift himself up.

Because the government is them, and they are the real government.

This is also the experience of the Jewish consortium in World War II reminding them that the most terrible enemy comes from a powerful country led by one person. So in view of this, after half a century of perfection, they can hide at any time like the wind. Even now through that game, people all over the world can clearly see what the person who once controlled the destiny of the world looks like under the propaganda of the governments of all countries. How "cute" is the worth.

But it's no use, Paul smiled slightly, didn't you see me? From Citi America, I came to the New Moon Country, and I am about to make a lucrative deal with Brother Abs. From then on, I have transformed into a little superman, with invincible power, weapons of destruction, and nuclear weapons.

Paul, and the people behind him, the smartest, most sane people on the planet, know they have enough "goods" to impress abs. The only problem is, Paul doesn't know. Not sure, the character of Brother Abdominal...he, he is too...unintelligible.

According to the protection mechanism, Paul came to the New Moon Country's family network. Found that computer.

It was one of those "tools" that had as many sands in the desert as there hadn't been arranged by the God of Abs a few months ago. In the event of an accident, they can send and receive messages from every corner of the world through a code that only the cold-blooded and Jewish consortiums know.

This is the power of wisdom hidden in everyday life, like someone who reads a newspaper and never knows that an ancient secret is communicated in it. Until all this is exposed by the demon game that is so clear that one can study how many hairs a cow has.

People all over the world have discovered this, how frightening it is not a human intelligent life, a real intelligent life.

And they are so cold-blooded and ruthless, so they are the cold-blooded consortium. What's more, look at their history, God, I have studied everything in human civilization, and I have even obtained a lot of mysterious power. For example, mating with a low-level supernatural life like a vampire to give birth to the next generation! How disgusting!

Paul understands this as: mortals are afraid of genius and want to destroy it. And the power formed by genius, even the regime formed by genius fears it and wants to destroy it.

Moreover, it is impossible for the democratic regime they formed to reverse internal suppression and extermination wars. Although it was possible in the past, such as letting Citi America do it. But now? That bastard Superman president, the damn bastard turned traitor. As one of us, he betrayed us for ridiculous power.

What an asshole politician.

But Paul is not afraid or afraid, because they control more superhuman powers. Their biggest crisis is not being hunted down. It's a fatal flaw internally because of the desire for the power of Little Superman. If Brother Abdominal, or the Huaxia government use the power of Little Superman to lure important people among them. Paul believed it. This means the real destruction of the cold-blooded consortium.

Another fatal weakness is the emergence of genius medicine, which can make a fool take medicine and crush the think tank composed of geniuses who have spent countless energy, money, best education, and cruel Spartan education. .

So it takes a long time. Or if the Chinese government wants to deal with them, they have to perish, or it is absolutely impossible to complete a close cooperation mechanism around the world through various means.

Because no matter what kind of cipher, where it is, and the wisdom developed by how many geniuses go crazy, any ordinary cryptography worker can easily crack these latest or ancient secrets by taking genius medicine.

Therefore, the Cold-Blooded Consortium dispatched important figures and representatives of various families to issue deals to the source of all these magical powers, the core of all troubles, hope and love.

The reason why it was established on the day of Brother Abdominal's wedding is very simple. They have studied Brother Abdominal, and now this moment is his happiest moment, and once he is happy, there will be no problems.

Paul connected to the Internet from an ordinary mobile phone, selected some of the pictures, and sent them to Brother Abs through this special computer. Its establishment is not documented by that game. So he is safe to use. And all the secret points recorded by that game, no matter how old or precious, at the moment of exposure, they quickly transfer wealth according to the ancient mechanism, or give it up directly. Give up immediately and never go back.

There's no doubt that those places, whether it's the ice and snow, oh, the deep Siberian shelter that's now turned into a corn forest or the golden basement of Citi New York's Manhattan, have certain eagle dogs.

Exposure, give up all.

Fantasies belong only to children.

"Where did you get it? Very good, what deal do you want?" Paul didn't expect that his picture had just been sent for a few seconds, and he was considering a series of reactions from Brother Abs and his own series of countermeasures.

The image of He Ming's face appeared on this computer, and his voice came out from the computer stereo.

Paul broke out in a cold sweat immediately, and was stunned by the emptiness, noise outside the door, laughing or swearing. He immediately understood a terrifying reality: there is no doubt that Brother Abdominal possesses technological power beyond imagination, and he can almost instantly judge the location and find him.

What's even more frightening is that the ab muscle brother obviously appeared on the TV that the fat net boss was watching with a smile on his face. This is a global live broadcast!

"Hey, talk, what deal do you want? I want my things very much, so you must sell them to me. Money, everything else is easy to talk about." He Ming's impatient voice came, really, I use my thinking Is it easy to speak, the mouth is still fighting wine.

"Yes, dear Mr. Abdominal, please allow me to introduce them to you..." Paul said in a fluent and beautiful voice, ecstatic in his heart, because there is no doubt that He Ming's reaction means that they have succeeded. Sure enough, brother abs chose the easiest way.

I want it.

The transaction is ok.

Well, everything is fine. The new super cold-blooded consortium has risen again.

ps: The third update.