Walk to one of the windows in the hallway, open the window, a slight wind blows in, and there is a little bit of moisture after the rain. Outside the window, the blue sky and white clouds, the air is fresh.

Old Wellington looked into the distance with a gloomy face, took a deep breath, took a Botswana cigar from his bosom, lit it, and took a hard breath. The pale blue smoke was inhaled into his lungs and exhaled in a circle through his nose, and the smell of tobacco made him fall into deep thought. He regretted it a little now, he was too impatient. Impulsive like a young man, this is not in line with his usual style of doing things.

But there was no way, his mind was confused. Tang Xiaobao's appearance seriously disrupted his plans. The fire in my heart is really uncontrollable.

The Wellington family has been involved in smuggling for hundreds of years and has a deep underworld background. Most of the ancestors have died in a hurry, and few can get a good death. This is a curse that cannot be broken, and it is bad luck.

But old Wellington didn't see it that way. Man is destined to die from birth, and it is a walking process from beginning to end. Since death is predestined. So it's the same no matter how you die, you can't get rid of it, it doesn't matter what kind of ending, he accepts it. Whether it's a curse or a bad luck, it's just a thick layer of black on the doomed end.

Black, white, or colorful, in the end it's just a pile of bones, bones that dogs don't gnaw.

He believes that people should live high in this life and satisfy their own desires and luxuries. You have to have money, lots and lots of money. Money can be channeled, and money can buy everything. Under the massive amount of money, rules are no longer rules, rules can be broken, and the law will become a piece of waste paper, which will not be much more expensive than toilet paper.

And the fastest way to get money is to get off the beaten track. It was not unthinkable when he was young to make money in a formal way, but the blow given to him by reality mercilessly crushed the so-called ambitions and dreams. The brand of the Wellington family has been deeply engraved in him, in the depths of his soul.

He can't get rid of it, and there's no way he can't get rid of it. A piece of paper, from the moment it appears in this world, is black.

Started by smuggling dirty mongrel. This family is like a rat in the gutter, with the dirtiest blood flowing in it.

In high society, even though he has a fortune of hundreds of millions, he is still a ruffian in the eyes of others, a monkey who swaggers around in a luxurious suit. To him superficially flattering, polite. In private, no one really looked up to him.

He understands that one day is wrong, and all his life is wrong. If you put on the robe of God, you will not become a citizen of God.

It's dirty, it's lowly, it's vile, it's sinful.

That being the case, then well!

In the ancient earth era, there was a country called China. This country has a rich cultural heritage and a long history. There is a saying in this country, that those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black.

Since I'm a filthy and lowly rat, I'm going to dye you all the colors of rats.

The surface of hypocrisy, the filthy mind. Shameful politicians, greedy magnates. I dance death on a tightrope, and I'll take you to hell with me.

Over the years, he has used money and beauty to pave the way, supplemented by a series of means such as framing, planting, coercion, extortion, etc., to corrupt and attract a large number of powerful politicians into the water, weaving a huge network of relationships. And with the pirate secret communication song. smuggling in the open, secretly killing people, robbing and robbing people.

But that's not enough. If it wants to open up more channels for accumulating money, the military cannot get around the hurdle. Although they bought some people from within them, they were too low-ranked, and the highest was no more than a lieutenant colonel of the Marine Corps. Small fights make do with small scenes, and the big scene can't be said at all.

After decades of crawling and rolling on the underworld, he is keenly aware that all these years of peace are like being built on a pile of sand, and it will collapse on that day. Once war comes, there is a great opportunity to make a fortune. He doesn't care if he dies or not, and he doesn't care how many people die.

Extinction of the country? Hmph, joke. He knows this country, but what good has this country done him? Money, power, status, women, all earned by himself with a shy smile on his face, rushing to stick out his tongue and lick the ass of the big guys. It has nothing to do with the state.

Money is king. Of course, your own money is your own, and if you make other people's money your own, then it is not the royal way, it is the way of God.

At present, the war will not be fought for a while and a half, and there will be at least a buffer period of two to three years. Instead of spending money to buy others, it is better to cultivate your own people directly.

His son, Wellington Jr., was with him. But it's not enough to look at the pattern of people doing things, and the mind is not calm enough, and it's a little scheming. At a young age, he knew how to play with women. This is understandable, young people who have not grown up are like this. When he grows up and settles down for a few years, he believes that his son will be very good. At that point, he can try to hand over the Wellington family to him. As for those clansmen in the family, it doesn't matter if they are convinced or not. If you don't accept it, you can beat them until they obey, and if they are still half-hearted, then kill them.

Old Wellington had no family affection in his eyes, only monetary interests.

Since his son was admitted to the "No. 1 in the World" mecha academy with his own ability, he has become more sure that his vision is right. The son has the talent to operate mechas, is a natural soldier, and will definitely become an ace mecha warrior in the future, a nouveau riche in the army who controls one side.

After hearing about the elite tryouts, the elder Wellington made up his mind that his son must be selected and show his talents, which is the best and fastest way to join the military in the future and quickly grasp the power.

After analysis, the only ones who can pose a threat to his son's Hellfire team are Purple Phoenix and Immortal Bird.

Purple Phoenix's background is CEFC Heavy Industries, although it cooperates with the military, but it is still a businessman at heart. The eldest lady of the immortal bird is a member of the Plantagenet family. The origins of this family are mysterious. Flies can't detect the real details. Mystery means unfathomable and unfathomable. Then the goal is set on the Purple Phoenix. Break the wings of this miscellaneous bird.

Everything went well. The hands-on senior technician is gone forever. It's a pity, but secrecy is more important. The blue-gold shock-absorbing rings also disappeared into the steelmaking furnace with the senior technician, turning into smoke.

But now things have gone wrong. The Purple Phoenix team's mecha not only did not lose its effectiveness, but it was even better than the original.

Things have come to this point, how can we stop and admit defeat?

Old Wellington either didn't do it or did it absolutely.

I didn't want to make a big deal out of it, but I can't be blamed for being forced by you.

My intentions are good. Don't want to target anyone. But I'm also for my son. Since you become a father, you have to be responsible for your son, right?

Old Wellington smiled horribly, looked left and right, and walked to the corner of the hallway, where the shadow covered his upper body, and only his feet were exposed to the oblique sunlight.

took out the phone and connected: "Old ghost, it's me, let your night owl team do something for me." ”

A hoarse voice came from the phone: "What price?" ”

"Eighty million, plus three boxes of solid energy blocks."

"Deal. The old rule is to pay a deposit of 30% first. ”

"No problem."

"Time, place, goal."

"Horse to you."

Old Wellington put away the phone and slowly stepped out of the shadows. I took out the unfinished cigar from my bosom, re-lit it, and took a deep breath. Everything is still under control. The eyes narrowed slightly, the smile was mysterious and proud, and no one could turn the sky. Here, my old Wellington is the answer!

……

In a camphor forest, the broken sunlight shone on the snow-white major general's uniform. Suzuka stood under the tree and burst into tears.

"I'm going to see him, now, right now."

A woman who is so emotional that she has lost her mind can't be provoked, let alone stopped. What's more, this is still a beautiful female devil in front of her. Even if she has eight heads, she doesn't dare to stop her, who knows if she will suddenly pull out a gun and collapse herself. Didn't you look at her little white hand touching her waist? The woman carried a gun without a holster, and pinned her waist like a thug. Bai Chang is so beautiful, reserved? What about ladylike temperament...... Well, I forgot, she's not a lady in the first place.

"No, you can't go see him now." It wasn't Zifengin Issei who spoke, it was the bearded boss who turned around from behind a tree not far away. Holding a flat silver openwork wine jug in his hand, he took two steps with a sip and walked over with three shakes.

Purple Phoenix Temple•Ichisei's face is not good-looking. Being overheard in a private conversation with someone else will make anyone unhappy. What's more, it's still a private meeting with a beautiful female general, what if someone misunderstands?

The bearded boss didn't care about Zifengyuan • Issei's ugly face. At the same time, he did not show any embarrassment for his behavior, let alone explain. Crazy, arrogant, arrogant, no one in sight. Completely regarded as the Purple Phoenix Temple, Issei does not exist, irrelevant passers-by, air.

Zifengin Issei was furious in his heart, and he was about to speak, but he heard the bearded man in front of him repeat the words with a similar meaning to the sentence just now to Suzuka, who was crying with excitement: "You can't go to see him, at least not now, it's not appropriate." ”

Well? That sounds a bit of room for speculation! And it can be seen that these two people know each other. And that's not the general perception.

"Lin Chuan, you tell me, did you already know?"

Facing Suzuka's questioning, the bearded boss did not deny it, looked at the emotional Suzuka seriously, and said, "His background is not a secret, it can be easily found." For so many years, I don't believe that the people behind you don't know, why don't they tell you, have you thought about it? ”

Suzuka looked stunned, wiped her tears with the back of her hand, and was silent, at this moment, she was like a very weak and helpless little woman, pitiful.

After a while, she figured out something, she sighed helplessly with a complicated expression, regained her composure, took out a tissue to wipe away her tears, and said with red eyes: "Which of you has a photo of him, show me." ”

"Oh, I have." Purple Phoenix-in Temple•Issei took out a photo from his bosom and handed it to Suzuka.

After taking the photo, Suzuka's eyes just fell on the photo and couldn't help blurting out: "Why is he so fat?" ”