The High Table retreated, running back to the minibus after losing three-quarters of its manpower.

As soon as they boarded the bus, several rockets flew in the dark night, blasting the newly started bus into iron coffins.

The duration of the battle still did not exceed 1 hour, it took half an hour to clean up the battlefield, and only an hour and a half from the beginning to the end of the battle.

The inhabitants of the neighborhood were not affected, they were lucky that the fighting was over so quickly, and they slept now so that they would not be out of energy when they went to work or marched tomorrow.

The police outside the community, as they had done last night, stood guard in a five-kilometre circle from the center of the fighting, listening to the dense explosions inside and sighing.

In the future, if every day is so exciting, they may have to quit.

The next morning, the streets were dry without rain, and the bullet casings that had been cleared the night before were covered again today.

A few places were still full of potholes with bullets and explosives, and if it weren't for the intact residential buildings on both sides, they would have wondered if this was a war-torn area.

So far, the police have not given them a satisfactory answer.

Many residents living near the site suspected that the site guards were fighting someone, but they didn't have the courage to approach it.

"King Kong is not bad Dazhai Master"

The place was the property of private companies, and if they approached it, they could be attacked, as the warning signs erected at the boundary of the land made clear.

There is no way to find trouble with the umbrella company, these people can only go to the trouble of the police.

Last night, there was such a fierce fight here, and not a single policeman came to maintain the peace, and in the face of the demonstration, he attacked with heavy punches, and retreated in the face of the gangsters, right?

Angry members of the community surrounded the local police station and demanded an explanation.

They didn't know what they had been through last night, it was like two different worlds inside and outside, the sound of gunfire and explosions kept them awake all night, and it was another night of mental devastation.

The group of residents, who had not slept for two days, were on the verge of a breakdown, so they broke into the police station, smashed it and then moved to the mayor's building.

There was no effort to pull the slightest, and the angry men directly broke through the fragile blockade of the building, venting their anger in the building, constantly smashing, and making a mess of the whole New York.

Standing on the balcony of the top room of the Continental Hotel, the adjudicator stared at the procession passing by the street in the distance, his brow furrowed and he was in a rather bad mood.

After watching the procession for five minutes, the adjudicator turned around and went back to his room to change his clothes, left the hotel, and got into the bus bound for the Bronx.

Last night, a group of New York's most elite high-table emissaries all went to the Umbrella Company's construction site, trying to defeat the Umbrella Company's soldiers in one fell swoop and prove their strength.

However, Duncan slapped her in the face, the training cost of the high-table messengers is not low, as the private soldiers raised by the high-table, they have received the most professional training, use the most expensive equipment, and actually sink in front of the same opponent.

Duncan did not block the information, and many high-level emissaries escaped from the battlefield last night, and the shocking footage captured by the battlefield recorder is enough to show the heritage of the umbrella company.

Wealth and the violence of upholding rules will always be the capital of the high table at the pinnacle of world power.

The Umbrella Company used its mystery to make the high table fearful, and proved its strength with its own force and military technology.

Soon after, the adjudicator's car arrived at the hotel where Duncan was staying.

The eyes of the two guards in civilian clothes at the door locked on the referee who stepped out of the car, stopping her from trying to enter the hotel.

"Tell Mr. Duncan I'm coming."

The adjudicator's eyes were on the door of the hotel, and he waited silently in place after speaking, never glancing at the two soldiers guarding the door.

The two soldiers guarding the door looked at each other, pouted, and pressed the miniature headset to explain the situation at the door.

A short time later, the two soldiers received a reply, looked at each other again to confirm their thoughts, and then looked directly at the street ahead, and one of them said, "Go in, 3rd floor." ”

He only said this one sentence, and then he ignored the adjudicator standing in front of the door.

After standing for a long time without seeing the guard at the door make a move, the adjudicator finally set his eyes on the face of the man who spoke, his eyes wide and expressionless, as if he wanted to see the toe of the mite on his face.

The guard didn't squint, letting the black-clad stinky stare at him, dutifully looking at the door.

After a long stalemate, the adjudicator finally stopped staring at the guards, pushed open the door of the hotel with a slight movement, and walked quickly into the hotel.

Taking the elevator to the third floor, the first thing Duncan said when he saw him in the conference room was a sneer at what was going on downstairs.

"Mr. Duncan, it seems that your subordinates do not have the qualities of a janitor, and you should replace them with a janitor who is more in line with your status."

"Oh? I don't need you to teach me what kind of people to use. ”

Duncan sat at the conference table where he had previously hosted the salesman of the New York Construction Group, and motioned to the vacant seat to the side for the adjudicator to be seated, with a casual gesture and an unpredictable smile on his face.

Alice, as a personal bodyguard, also stood by his side at this time, as before, and did what she had to do in front of outsiders.

There was no politeness and grace in either the subordinates or the superiors, this was the latest impression of Duncan by the adjudicator, quite ungraceful, almost reckless.

Pulling out her chair and sitting down, the referee, fed up with the cold, desperate to pull a game back, placed the briefcase she had brought with her to her desk, and pulled out a new folder and a new pen from it.

Duncan's eyes moved down, he looked at the folder and pen that had been pushed in front of him, and chuckled.

The adjudicator's eyes were still in that strange state, and he stared at Duncan's eyes, and said, "This is the second invitation from the high table, and we have revised the regulations according to Mr. Duncan's strength, you can check it." ”

"Give me a reason to sign and try to convince me."

Duncan looked at the adjudicator, ignoring the documents on the table, and held himself aloft.

This answer did not surprise the adjudicator, she straightened up and said: "This agreement has legal effect, and the terms in it are jointly maintained by 136 regions around the world, and Mr. Duncan should understand what this means!" The High Table has the world, and whatever you want to do, if the High Table tries to stop it, things will not go on. ”

"So you're threatening me?"

The adjudicator replied, "Become a member of the High Table, and you will have the whole world, and you will be able to get help in whatever you do." This is the power that comes with being a high table. Below the high table, for the high table, the high table above all else. ”

The adjudicator read the line again, but with her words, the weight of the last few words became clearer.

A certain self-confidence emanates from the adjudicator, and it is difficult not to be tempted by whoever is faced with the opportunity to rule the world.

Duncan was about to speak, but saw the adjudicator make the next move.

The palm of the black glove reached into the pocket of the black coat, and a small long box was taken out of it and placed next to the folder.

"It's a greeting gift from the high table."

The box successfully aroused Duncan's curiosity, he picked up the box, opened it in front of the adjudicator, and found that it was a disposable syringe with 10ml of clear liquid in the syringe.