(I forgot to delete the sentence that I wrote to be scrapped······ It's embarrassing. ）

What is the Great Empire!

There are four 'most' in the Great Empire.

Most prepared!

The loudest slogan!

The highest international status!

The fastest to hit the street!

The big empire is to say the most ruthless words and be beaten the most viciously!

More than 50 billion dollars were prepared, but they didn't hold up for even three days, and the people were embarrassed to laugh at them!

Phew, disgusting!

The sun never sets on the empire, and the pound was defeated.

This is not the most disgusting, what is really disgusting is that it was not the US government that defeated them, it was just a mad dog of Wall Street!

Lamont was nailed to the pillar of shame in history, and the incompetence of the Major government was exposed.

The whole world is laughing at the British, and Soros has been pushed to the altar and crushed the British men!

Of course, Lamont won't take the blame for resigning, and neither will Major. In the British government's foreign statements, the reason why the pound was defeated this time was the result of manipulation by the United States behind the scenes.

Yes, not because the finance minister and the prime minister are incompetent, it is not that the British economy is in trouble, Britain is innocent, the United States is murderous!

If the responsibility is the British government, wouldn't it seem that the British are very ***, and if such a thing is elected, wouldn't it seem that the Conservatives are stupid, and there is such a leader, wouldn't it seem that Britain is very depraved, and this kind of person can be put on the prime minister's throne.

Therefore, Lamont will not resign, but will wait for the limelight to pass.

Major will not resign either, because no one wants to take over this mess now, and that would be a joke on his political life.

However, this does not delay hating Soros.

Sean didn't forget his previous promise, he said that he would help Soros clear his name, then he would definitely do it!

News Corp makes efforts, The Sun, The Times, Daily Mail, Sky Radio······

Sean acquired four television stations in the UK to form a new television network, Voice of Europe······

Including television stations in the UK and other European countries.

The financial shock of European countries and the collapse of the pound are such a major event that has not happened in decades, and every media is paying attention, reporting and analyzing.

That's the traffic!

From the financial policies of countries to the financial loopholes, from the crises facing the economy to the solutions, from the European Exchange Rate Mechanism itself to the Union of the European Communities...

It's just that Sean and News Corp have taken a different path, and they have changed the direction of their analysis after analyzing the above things, whether the financial disaster has only brought negative effects, and has it had any positive effects? Then there is Sean's set, Soros entertained the loopholes in the European exchange rate mechanism, told the direction that European countries should improve with facts, and promoted the further improvement of the system, which can greatly accelerate the emergence of the European Community and the pace of a unified European currency······

Seeing similar reports, Major almost exploded on the spot! The waters of the Atlantic Ocean cannot quench the anger in the heart! Dead and dead!

New York, USA.

Just as the Europeans were pointing fingers at each other, Murdoch arrived at Sean's Kashima with a team of fifteen bodyguards.

The team of bodyguards once again had a "friendly" and "cordial" exchange, and the end result was that they were all lying on the ground, and there was no winner.

Murdoch was satisfied, and after several failures, he began to screen around the world, and got such a professional team, and the results were remarkable.

Murdoch's bodyguards don't think there's anything wrong with fighting every time they meet, whether they want to play monkey to amuse others.

As bodyguards, there is hardly any danger, so what do they do with the highest salary in the world?

Murdoch's purpose in forming this team is to compete with Sean.

Of course, it's not just about competition.

This time I came to Kashima, first, the Soros team wanted to come over to celebrate the merits, and second, Sean invited Murdoch to promote the mixed martial arts competition with him

Affair.

Yes, after years of gestation, mixed martial arts has reached its limits in terms of tournament rules and talent development, and it is ready to be promoted around the world.

In North America, Sean's New Century Media is no worse than Murdoch's News Corp., but to the whole world, it is still inferior. The combination of strong and powerful helps the movement and helps to amplify its impact. Murdoch came early, and the two discussed this matter, how to promote it in the United States, what way to hype it best, spend the least money, whether to hold the event first, or promote the rules first.

In what way to attract the audience, this is not to say that you can just go on the show and hold events, but to let the people have a sense of participation.

When to link up with *** company, how to ensure the fairness of the event and a series of issues.

Of course, the most important thing is how to distribute the benefits······

While chatting and arguing, Norris walked over quickly.

"What's wrong?" Sean asked, looking up.

"Mr. Soros can't come." Norris said.

"Huh?" Sean raised his hand and looked at his watch, the time had passed. Soros is floating, or Lao Tzu can't lift the knife, and he dares to release his own pigeons.

"What's going on?" Murdoch asked.

"On the way here, Mr. Soros's car was loaded by a van that rushed from the side, and now the person has been taken to the hospital." Norris said with a strange expression.

Sean: "......"

....." Murdoch: ".....

The two looked at each other, and Murdoch: You know this, you say. Sean: What do you mean by familiarity, you slander me!

Murdoch: Hehe, don't you know if you're familiar with it! Sean: "......"

Without Norris to say the details, Sean had already given this matter in his mind, it must be murder!

"Let's go, let's see, it's really ····· A 61-year-old man." Sean scratched his head and stood up, "It's so shameless!" Before, he also said that he would ensure the safety of the old man's life.

This spoils sharing meeting can't be held, and the prepared yacht silver party can only be canceled, and I don't know what happened to Old Man Soros.

After thinking about it, he didn't take a helicopter, took a yacht to the dock, changed into his presidential-level bulletproof Cadillac, and the group drove towards the hospital.

Halfway through, the specific news finally came, and a van full of goods crashed headlong into Soros's car.

Soros is also bulletproof for safety reasons, so the car has not been disassembled.

But it was hit by a 20-ton truck, which was also deformed and took off on the spot.

flew out for dozens of meters, smashing several passing cars.

The worst thing is that Soros is not wearing a seat belt, which seems to throw people into the drum washing machine, which is a bit ······ for a 61-year-old man Cruel.

People in the back seat rarely wear seat belts, let alone sit in a bulletproof car.

But sometimes bulletproof cars are not necessarily so insured. "Is a person dead?" Sean asked into the phone. There was silence on the other end of the line.

Talking can be down-to-earth, but it shouldn't be grounded! "Still in a coma, undergoing a full examination."

"It's good that he's not dead, arrange some people to protect him in all directions to prevent someone from attacking him again." Sean smashed his mouth and hung up the phone, "Don't go to the hospital, go to the police station."

Murdoch turned his head, a smile on his face, "Didn't you say you weren't familiar? How can I be so sure again?"

Sean glared at the old man, too lazy to take care of the old man. "It must have been intentional homicide, 100 percent."

"Soros knows in his heart what he does, his car is still very bulletproof, even if it is a 12.7mm full-power sniper rifle

Bullets can't pierce it, and it's not so easy to kill him, unless it's an anti-tank missile."

"But no one dares to use it, this is New York

！」 "So if you want to kill him, there is only one way left, and that is to hit him with a heavy truck in a car accident." Sean sneered, "Where are there so many coincidences."

Murdoch snorted, "Then I think you should be careful, there are many more people who hate you than him."

Sean: You can't hope I'm better! Murdoch laughed out loud and relieved!

"And what about your car?" Murdoch tapped the car door and asked curiously. Sean smiled, "Ordinary, anti-tank missiles can take my car, there is nothing you can do!"

"You're better than M1A1?" Murdoch was clearly unconvinced.

Sean looked at Murdoch with disdain, "I told you you don't understand, these are two completely different things, okay!"

"The tank requires all-round protection, and I only need to guard against anti-tank missiles, the metal jet is useless for my car!"

"Besides, I don't need a turret on this car, and the characteristics of the anti-tank missile to attack the top are useless to me.

"Really, what are you afraid of with this car?" Murdoch was even more curious.

"No, what are you doing asking these old immortals? Are you trying to kill me?" Sean glared at Murdoch angrily.

"Hahaha, I'm just curious, there aren't many of these cars in the United States. Murdoch was really just curious.

Sean was silent for a moment before saying, "The only one in the United States, to be exact."

Murdoch's eyes widened, and his first reaction was impossible, "You're better than Army One?"

Sean shrugged his shoulders with a nonchalant expression.

"First of all, you have to know that although every president's car is a Cadillac, it is just the exterior of the car, and in fact the interior is completely different from the 12 Army One that he has exclusive after the president leaves office, and the new president, rebuild."

"My last car was a president-level bulletproof Cadillac, and GM built it for me 1-to-1 according to Reagan's Army One, which cost $1.5 million, and I spent 3.5 million."

"But that's the last one, not this one."

"This one is more advanced, adding three defenses, just this door, heavier and thicker than the Boeing 757 hatch, and I have made a special design for anti-tank missiles, which can effectively block metal jets, I don't know how much it costs, I gave a total of 24 million.

"Congress is not going to give the president that much money to build Army One, Mr. Bush's latest Army One costs $1.8 million, and I don't care how much it costs."

"The normal Cadillac extended model weighs 1.8 tons, Bush's car weighs 7.5 tons, and my weight is 12 tons.

"You taste, you taste."

(In 2004, the U.S. security department made it clear that exclusive cars cannot flow into private hands, and the most expensive Army One in history is particularly reliable, costing 15 million.) ）

The corners of Murdoch's mouth twitched, what the hell are you ······

Should I say that you are afraid of death, or should I say that you have done all the bad things! This is indeed a bit of an exaggeration.

When Sean arrived at the police station, the security personnel of the umbrella replaced the police personnel, and the security was already completed in advance, and the police chief personally greeted him at the door.

What?

Outsiders can't interfere with the normal operation of the police station? What does that have to do with Lord Sean?

Every year, Sean donates tens of millions of dollars to the New York Police Department, and he is the father of the fund.

What's wrong with the fact that the father of the gold owner is coming to interrogate a prisoner? No questions asked!

The door to the interrogation room was pushed open, and Sean saw at a glance a black man who looked to be in his 30s being fixed to a special iron chair.

The black man also turned his head to look, and saw that the man in the police uniform just smiled and made a gesture of please, and then the old and the young walked in, and then the door was closed.

This, this is not in order, what about the police? Who are these two?

"Tell me, who told you to kill someone?" Sean asked in a deep voice. "I didn't, I just did

I was tired, I smoked a little more, and I didn't see the car." The black man said firmly.

Sean scoffed, "What's the point?"

"You think you can hide by letting your family go early?"

"You, you, you·····" The black man was stunned for a moment, and his face changed.

"Believe me, it's not hard to find them, they can't go to white neighborhoods, they can only go to black neighborhoods in other cities, and I just need a phone call to get the gangs in those black neighborhoods to keep an eye on all the outsiders." Sean walked up to the black man, lowered his head, and said word by word, "The Jonas family will help me do this, even a black mouse will be pulled out, and then killed little by little."

The black man was really frightened this time, and opened his mouth wide and couldn't speak. Whether it's Rockefeller or Soros or Murdoch, they are like that among these poor black people, envious but not afraid.

But the Jonas family is different!

The largest crime syndicate in the United States, a behemoth with industries all over North and South America, with tentacles all over any dark corner.

None of the FBI can find anyone else, so can the Jonas family. These low-level niggas are not afraid of the government and the plutocrats, and those official methods have no effect on them like shit, but they are afraid of the gangsters. The methods are cruel, and the smell is changed.

Animal flags.

"Tell me honestly." Sean straightened up again, with a smile on his face, "You're just a tool, no one takes you seriously, we care about who is behind the scenes, explain things clearly, and let you go through the normal legal process."

"All you get is a little money, and you don't dare to keep it in the bank, and if you don't put it on your body, you will only become the object of coveting by other black people.

"You know better than I do what black people look like."

"I ······" Old Black hesitated, "You can lock me up, but you have to promise to save my mother."

Sean was slightly stunned and sighed, "Okay, you can talk about small things."