"They're starting again."

New Baghdad, in a lounge on the upper floors of the headquarters of the Titan company.

Looking at the latest news from the Titan Intelligence Department on the holographic screen, Irons couldn't help but sneer and shook his head, pouring wine into the wine glasses of the two guests in front of him, "One trick has been used for almost a hundred years, and they still haven't come up with any new tricks." ”

International bankers are not philanthropists, and while they spend a lot of money, they are still using the usual measurements to make up for their losses by taking a layer of oil and water out of the weak countries.

A worldwide organization called the World Smallpox Medical Foundation was established to lend money to small countries around the world on the condition that Ambrera be admitted to the company, and that a cooperation agreement should be reached with Ambrera to hire Ambrera personnel to guard important warehouses and ports.

If you don't say yes, you won't have money, and there won't be even basic international aid.

If Ambrera is not Duncan's property, this foundation is equivalent to allowing the elite's private army to settle in small countries, and the whole world to become the elite's backyard.

Before, the elites relied on the US military to control the world, then relied on the giant gods, and now they want to rely on Ambrera Company, they have always been unable to let go of their identities and ideas, and have always continued the tradition of hundreds of years ago, and they can harvest 50% of the wealth of the entire human civilization with just a finger.

"Isn't that just right? When their plan is complete, we can close the net. ”

Duncan raises his glass with a dismissive look at the tricks of the elites, whose financial manoeuvres generally only work for organizations that are required to abide by certain social rules.

It is basically useless for military-industrial complex companies such as Umbrella Company and Giant God Company, because they really have weapons of mass destruction, and if they want to move, they must think about it.

"With you, why do we have the illusion that we are about to be wiped out by democracy and freedom?"

Mr. Tony, the shareholder of the group, who was sitting on the other side of the square table, also raised his wine glass and said a rotten stalk that several people could understand.

They read each other's thoughts when they looked at each other, and their wine glasses collided, and they laughed like decent people.

……

On the 12th day of the smallpox virus ravaging the world, the company announced that it had successfully developed a smallpox vaccine and was vaccinated free of charge in places such as Syria.

After six days of research, the vaccine worked well, which made the elite anxious, and they increased their investment in vaccine research and development.

Eight days later, at Ambrera's newly established virology institute, a new virologist and his team developed another smallpox vaccine that worked as well as the titan vaccine.

The production line began to flow, and for a time, the old giant mercenary enterprises and the new ones clashed head-on.

Based on third world countries and a large number of developing countries, Titan competes with Ambrera in the affluent region for business, much like a corporate war in 2077.

The elite, represented by Ambrera, gathered at the underground nuclear facility in Hudson Town, New York, where some of the world's most powerful people sat around a round table to express their views on the current world situation and formulate strategies to deal with it.

Most of the major events in the world are promoted through such intimate small meetings, because the group is very susceptible, and the French psychologist Le Pen has a more profound study of this.

He believes that the rationality of individuals who gather into a group will be weakened by the group, and some decisions will be made that harm the interests of the individual and make the individual unthinkable.

The elites may not know much about Le Pen's view, but they can still understand that the more people there are, the more irrational they are.

There were only 7 people gathered around the round table.

"Although our vaccine is behind Irons, the effect is not bad, and now Irons wants to compete with us, can you talk about how to deal with it?"

An old Germanic man in a gray striped suit smoked a cigar and swallowed the clouds, the smoke that rose obscured his old face, but could not hide the eyes that were shining behind the smoke.

If ordinary people were watched by him, they might have dodged their eyes under the suppression of the momentum of the high position, and they did not dare to look at him.

"How to deal with it? How can we face the current situation? Irons won't give us a choice, it's a trap! ”

On the other side of the round table, an old Jewish man who was also not too old snorted coldly, and a thick nasal voice squeezed out of his big nose, showing no scruples about Irons' disgust.

The people here are all old acquaintances, they have known each other for many years, and they have cooperated a lot of times, and they don't need to care about any image on this occasion.

Another old woman with silver hair lifted her neck like rough bark, glanced at the old Jew, and typed like a needle with the narrow corners of her eyebrows, "You don't need to repeat this obvious thing, and if you can't think of a way, you can not speak." ”

"Then tell me how to do it!"

The old Jew behaved a little cautiously in the face of the old woman, and this somewhat cowering posture fell into disadvantage in momentum.

The old woman closed her eyes slightly, and habitually finished sarcastically mocking the old Jew, but she really didn't have a good way, "Now I can only continue to investigate the specific plan of Irons, and then try to stop everything he wants to do, and act when the opportunity comes, doesn't he want to win the hearts and minds of those foolish people, then we will do the same, just like we did seventy years ago." ”

"You mean the Red Alliance?"

"But if we do that, we will lose ......"

"That's a lot of cost."

The others who did not speak took the old woman's words and expressed their opinions.

The old woman's eyes opened slightly, and she said: "The financial system that has been maintained for decades will definitely need to be reformed after this round of turmoil, and the 20 trillion national debt can also be washed away at this opportunity!" When we take control of the world, this money will be earned back tenfold and hundredfold, and after living for so long, if you can only see the immediate benefits, then you should not sit here! ”

At this time, the old Germanic man in a gray striped suit took a sip of his cigar, and while his mouth was smoking, he said: "We don't care about money, have you ever thought about what happens if you fail?" We know history, and Irons knows history! We all know how that Red Alliance was brought down! ”

"Oh, then you can tell me."

Extinguishing the cigar in the ashtray, the old man Germanic shook his head gently to dispel the smoke in front of his face, and said melancholy and helplessly: "...... I'd love to say that there's a plan that turns things around. ”

"No matter what Irons has planned, as long as we prepare our way out in advance, we won't lose completely."

The old woman's last words set the tone for this intimate meeting.