Chapter 40: Watermelon Alliance

Although in the eyes of Hughes, the Chicago Consortium is just ants.
芝加哥 However, the Chicago Consortium is one of the top ten consortia in the United States. It is a large consortium in the Midwestern United States and is well-known worldwide.
It was founded in the early 20th century. It is composed of three rich families, including the McCormick family, the Wood family, and the emerging Crone family, which has continued to this day.
Marx once said: if there is a 100% profit, the capitalists will take the risk; if there is a 200% profit, the capitalists will despise the law; if there is a 300% profit, then the capitalists will trample on everything in the world!
Uh ...
芝加哥 Chicago, Illinois.
Several luxury cars drove into the mansion of the Krone family. A 40-year-old man got out of the car and hurried to his home.
He is one of the most valued sons of old Krona-young Krona.
Earlier, Krone received a call from his mother to have him come back for lunch immediately, and it was necessary, immediately!
So, Krone came back in a hurry.
As soon as he entered the dining room on the first floor, he felt a heavy, bleak atmosphere.
There are very few people in the dining room. There are only three people: their father, mother, and the old housekeeper who grew up watching him. There was no one but them.
I was very deserted, a little scary.
When the old housekeeper saw Xiao Cron coming in, he owed himself and said nothing.
What happened?
"You're back?" Old Cron shouted, his voice hoarse. Aside, his mother was crying silently.
What on earth happened? Krone looked at the old housekeeper in doubt.
The old housekeeper smiled at him, and smiled reluctantly.
"Sit down, eat!"
Uh ...
Lunch is very rich, but little Cron eats uncomfortably. Because his mother rarely pours wine for him and serves him soup ...
Many times, Krone wanted to stand up and ask why. But the heavy atmosphere at this time let him swallow it.
After a short while, lunch was over.
After the old housekeeper had packed the plates, he left, and the dining room was missing one more person.
应该 You should be able to say it now? Crohn looked at his father in doubt.
Hearing, Old Cron sighed and asked:
"What more do you want?"
As soon as this word came out, Xiao Cron was shocked. This was a decapitated meal?
"Old Cron, save him, you save our little son!" Tears were on his mother's face.
Old Cron shook his head, extremely sad.
I always knew that my little son's ambition was very big, very big. But he never thought about it, his ambition was so big that the whole world couldn't hold it.
I ca n’t save it, this time I really ca n’t save it!
At this moment, Krone was finally scared, and he knelt down on the ground: "Father, save me, save me!"
"You also know fear? Why aren't you afraid when you use the family inside the FBI? Why aren't you afraid when you send someone to assassinate that little guy? Why aren't you afraid when you let someone steal that code? "
Old Mr. Crohn asked angrily, but his heart was sad.
He turned out that his son was so stupid, or in fact he was not stupid, just blinded by his ambition.
多少 How much is cross-network attack technology and anti-nuclear weapons?
Nothing to measure!
多少 How much is that little guy worth?
It's also immeasurable!
This is a world of capital. When capital is so immeasurable, nothing can obscure its existence.
It is the general trend, it can change history.
I have a well-known saying: When the wheel of history rolls forward, everything that stands in front of it is an ant, and it will eventually be crushed.
家 Our home is a termite, the Chicago Consortium is a termite, and even the Rockefeller family is a termite.
What about that little guy?
For the country, he is the federal network god; for us, the consortium, he is the of capital.
I am so scared that even the seven giants dare not move.
How dare you send someone to assassinate him? How dare you let someone steal the code?
Hey, why didn't I shoot you on the wall.
"Father, save me, save me ..." Little Cron kept mourning, trying to ask his father's forgiveness.
Pity
Old Cron shook his head mercilessly: "Go out and kill yourself! Don't let your mother see!"
When he heard this, Krone stopped mourning, his eyes were filled with despair, and he had already given his fate completely.
Krone slowly stood up, looked at his mother, and then looked at his father ...
Suddenly!
There was a bit of fierceness in those desperate eyes, and Krone's hand stretched to his waist, and he immediately pulled out his spear and pointed at the old Krone.
"Son, what are you doing? He is your father, he is the father!"
Old Krona was not surprised, sneered, and said, "Do you think there are still bullets in your gun?"
Xiao Xiaolong was shocked, and quickly took down the magazine to take a look. Sure enough, there was no bullet in his gun.
I changed it for my bodyguard? How could he betray me? !!
Ignoring his son's surprise, Crow looked down at his watch. Time is running out, they are almost there!
Thinking of this, Old Cron raised his hands and made a gesture ...
"嘭 "
The sound of a huge sniper rifle suddenly sounded, and the death bullet shot out of the window and shot into Xiao Cron's chest instantly.
"Father, you ... you ..." Little Cron fell to the ground and died completely.
Seeing this, Mrs. Old Croon's wife fainted.
"Oh!" Sighed Old Croon, sitting lonely in his chair.
My son is so stupid in some ways! He didn't even know that from the moment he entered the house, he had been targeted by 3 sniper rifles.
"Come here!"
The old housekeeper led several servants to walk in quickly. UU Reading Books www.uukanshu.com
"Send your wife back to the bedroom to rest."
"Yes!" The servants helped his wife to leave.
The old housekeeper did not move, but just looked at Mr. Crohn quietly.
Old Cron's heart was extremely sad, and a cloud of tears overflowed his eyes. Immediately afterwards, Old Cron wiped away the tears in his eyes and relentlessly said, "Let them do it!"
The old housekeeper owed something, said nothing, and turned to leave.
His mission is to kill Mr. Xiao Cron's wife, lover and daughter!
Mr. Old Croon watched the old housekeeper leave until he could no longer see him.
At this time, Old Croon turned back, facing a wall behind him, and said, "Are you satisfied?"
The cymbals fell, applause rang behind the wall, and two white men came out.
"Mr. Rockefeller, senator, are you satisfied with this?" Old Cron asked again, his voice seemed to be hidden with helplessness.
Senator Nod nodded with satisfaction, saying, "This is the way to go, we don't want to have another time!"
After receiving such a reply, Old Cron finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then stood up and said, "So, can our Chicago consortium apply to join the alliance, can it be passed?"
Two white men glanced at each other, and then the senator stepped forward and stretched out his right hand to Old Crown with a smile.
"Mr. Old Croon, welcome to our 'Watermelon Alliance'!"
Watermelon Alliance? !!
Let me go. What is this funny name? So funny!
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