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

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

It was founded in the early 20th century by 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 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 the world!

……

Chicago, Illinois.

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

He was one of the elder Krona's most valued sons, Krona Jr.

Earlier, little Krone received a call from his mother, telling him to come back for lunch immediately, and it was a must, immediately!

So, little krona hurried back.

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

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

It's deserted, it's a little frighteningly deserted.

When the old butler saw little krone come in, he bowed and said nothing.

What happened?

"You're back?" Old Krone shouted, his voice a little hoarse. Nearby, his mother was silently weeping.

What's going on? Little Krone looked at the old butler suspiciously.

The old butler smiled at him, and smiled reluctantly.

"Sit down and eat!"

……

Lunch was hearty, but little krone was unusually uncomfortable. Because his mother actually poured wine for him and served soup for him on a rare occasion......

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

After a while, lunch was over.

After the old butler had finished cleaning up his plate, he left, and the dining room was once again one less.

I think that's what to say, right? Little Krone looked at his father suspiciously.

But listen, old Krone sighed, and asked:

"What other wishes do you have?"

As soon as these words came out, Xiao Krona was shocked, this is a severed head meal?

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

Old Krone shook his head, sad.

I always knew that my youngest son's ambitions were big, very big. But he never thought that his ambition was so big that the whole world couldn't fit it.

I can't save it, I really can't save it this time!

At this moment, Xiao Krona was finally scared, and knelt on the ground with a bang: "Father, save me, save me!" ”

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

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

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

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

Immeasurable!

And how much is that little guy worth?

Equally immeasurable!

It is a world of capital, and when capital is immeasurably high, nothing can obscure its existence.

It's the general trend, and it can change history.

There is a good saying: when the wheel of history rolls forward, anything that stands in its way is an ant, and will eventually be crushed.

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

And what about the little one?

To the nation, he is the network god of the Federation; For us conglomerates, he is the god of capital.

Such a terrifying person didn't even dare to move the seven giants.

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

Hell, why didn't I shoot you on the wall in the first place?

"Father, save me, save me......" Little Krone wailed incessantly, begging for his father's forgiveness.

Pity......

Old Krone shook his head ruthlessly: "You go out and kill yourself!" Don't let your mother see it! ”

Hearing this, little Krone stopped wailing, his eyes were full of despair, and he had completely resigned himself to his fate.

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

Suddenly!

A hint of ferocity flashed in those desperate eyes, and little Kron's hand reached to his waist, and he instantly pulled out his pistol and pointed it at Old Krona.

"Son, what are you doing? He's your father, he's a father! ”

Old Krona was not surprised at all, sneered, and said, "Do you think you still have bullets in your gun?" ”

Little Krone was shocked, and quickly removed the magazine to see, and sure enough, there was not a single bullet in his gun.

Was it your own bodyguard for it? He betrayed me?!

Ignoring his son's surprise, the elder krona looked down at his watch. Time is running out, and they're almost there!

Thinking of this, the old krone raised his hand and made a gesture......

"Bang-"

The sound of a huge sniper rifle rang out, and a death bullet came from the window, instantly into Krona's chest.

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

Seeing this scene, the old Krona's wife fainted.

"Hey!" Old Krone sighed and sat down in his chair lonely.

His own son is really stupid in some ways! He didn't know that from the moment he entered the mansion, he had been targeted by 3 sniper rifles.

"Someone!"

The old butler walked in quickly with a few servants.

"Send Madame back to her bedroom to rest."

"Yes!" The servants helped the lady away.

The old butler did not move, but looked at old Mr. Krone quietly.

Old Krona was so sad that a cloudy tear overflowed his eyes. After a moment, Old Krona wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and said ruthlessly: "Let them do it!" ”

The old butler owed nothing, and turned away.

His mission: to kill Mr. Krone's wife, lover, and daughter!

Old Mr. Krone watched the old butler go away until he was no longer to be seen.

At this point, the elder Krona turned to a wall behind him and said, "Are you satisfied?" ”

The sound fell, applause rang out from behind the wall, and two white men walked out.

"Mr. Rockefeller, Your Excellency Senator, are you satisfied with this?" Old Krona asked again, and there seemed to be a hint of anger hidden in his voice, but he was helpless.

The senator nodded with satisfaction and said, "That's it for this time, we don't want a next time!" ”

After receiving such a reply, the old krone finally breathed a sigh of relief, then stood up and said, "Then can we get through the matter of our Chicago consortium applying to join the alliance?" ”

The two white men exchanged a glance, and then the senator stepped forward, smiled and held out his right hand to the elder Krona.

"Mr. Old Krona, welcome to our 'Watermelon Alliance'!"

Watermelon Alliance?!

I'll it, which funny name is this? So funny!