On the east side of Mexico's Plaza de la Constitución, the National Palace is softly lit, and above the main entrance, the Dolores Clock hangs high, adding a bit of history to the palace.

There's a lavish banquet going on inside, and just looking at it, one can't see the slums that are everywhere in the country, and only the drunken gold fans can describe the scene before them.

Mountains of champagne, countless delicacies, and well-dressed people.

In their mannerisms, they all exude an upper-class elegance.

"Mr. President, under your governance, the country is really getting more and more prosperous, I will toast you first."

"Haha."

A smile appeared on the gray-haired man's face, and just as he was about to raise his glass in response, a man suddenly appeared in the shadow of the ground.

The man was covered in dirt, with a lot of blood on his body, but he could not see any wounds, and he stood there, out of place with the luxurious and elegant scene in front of him.

It's like a mountaintop savage stepping into a modern metropolis.

It's just that no one present dared to underestimate him.

Behind him, there is an otherworldly creature that cannot be explained by common sense.

"Shadow soldiers from another world."

The general manager of Vanguard in Mexico whispered a name.

The people who can stand here for the banquet are all from the top class in Mexico.

Either they are the spokesmen of the big American conglomerates in Mexico, or they are local compradors who have direct contact with the United States.

They are important figures in all walks of life in Mexico.

There are some things that are secret, but the Shadows' fear of bright light and their penchant for coming out of the shadows are publicly available in the United States.

"Quick, protect Mr. President!"

I don't know who reacted first, but after a loud shout, the guards outside quickly broke into this incomparably luxurious banquet.

A little panicked voice sounded, and under the gaze of the people around her, the woman swallowed the scream back into her throat.

Gaze moves away.

They are all upper-class people, and they can't be like untouchables in the vegetable market, who are there to scream at the first time of danger.

High society must maintain a graceful demeanor.

The guards at the National Palace are equipped with flashbangs and flashlights.

After all, compared to Dior, the apostles who are suspected of owning a country are obviously a greater threat to all countries.

Almost immediately, the heads of state equipped themselves with relevant escorts to ensure safety.

Seeing that the guards were ready, President Mance finally recovered, and he was almost scared out of a heart attack just now.

He leaned sideways, trying to create a dignified tone, and said, "Is there anything you have to do?" ”

Ned looked at the scene in front of him, thought of the people in the slums, thought of the president's awe-inspiring righteousness in front of the television media, and thought of the chaos in the country.

He made a decision in his heart.

How can this group of insects control the future of the country!

Ned straightened his waist and said in a deep voice, "Mr. President, please give way to me, I will cooperate with the Emperor of the Shadow Clan to take over this country." ”

Mance's face turned blue and he whispered, "Do you know what nonsense you're talking about?" ”

"Of course I do!"

Ned suddenly raised his voice, stared at him with bright eyes, and said, "Please leave this country to me to govern."

If you doubt it, then wait for the news, and tonight the emperor will make all the groups disappear. ”

Although Ned had some doubts in his heart about the emperor's attempt to help him, in this situation, he could only borrow that power, ascend to the throne first, and then think about other things.

If the other party really has simple kindness, then Ned is willing to repay the other party with kindness.

If it was malicious, he would rather die than be a sinner who betrayed the country.

"If he fails, I'm willing to kill myself on the spot!"

Ned risked his life.

Mance's eyes fell into a state of surprise, and he didn't let people come forward to arrest him, but just raised his hand and said, "Send someone to check on Angel's situation immediately."

If, "

Before he could finish his sentence, the shadows on the ground suddenly bulged into semicircles like pus, and then spit out the generals in military uniforms.

"What's going on?"

The generals were confused.

Ned shouted, "Alright, please wait here for news, we will soon see the Emperor's thunderous methods." ”

The generals glanced at Mance and then at their surroundings and shut their mouths.

Even if Ned was covered in a tortured prisoner.

But power doesn't come from clothing, the one behind him is enough for them to show their patience.

There were also people who called to report to the United States.

……

100,000 Shadow Soldiers are busy.

Qing Ze was very idle, he stayed in the palace, unhurriedly treated Ned's family, threw them all home, and let them take a bath and change clothes.

And those who suffered the harm they suffered fell to the ground one by one, wailing.

Qing Ze didn't rush to deal with them.

To be a man is to be trustworthy, and he said that if he wants to send those people away, then let them go on the road in order.

Considering that the impending scene was rarely inappropriate, he decided to choose the location in the Chihuahua Desert in northern Mexico.

Qing Ze walked back to the throne, sat down, and looked down at the empty palace condescendingly, waiting for the Shadow Soldiers to transport the people to the desert and then return here.

Angel has become familiar with the pain in his body, and he is not an ordinary person, but the legendary founder of the group.

It was he who created a new model for the industry, from a socially based farm group to a model that used military methods to massacre and hired economists and lawyers to cover up itself.

As a semi-literate peasant, he became the leader of the world's largest gang involving 48 countries.

His life was full of legends and dangers, and there was nothing he could not overcome.

It's like when he was young, his godfather was arrested and imprisoned by the military, and the great power was about to collapse.

At that time, no one in the gang knew what to do next, only he took the lead in seizing a golden passage from Mexico to the United States, relying on that road, making a fortune directly, and climbing to the highest peak step by step.

He believes that crises and opportunities coexist, and it depends on whether he can hold them.

What the hell is that guy on stage trying to do?

A thought crossed Angel's mind, and it would be difficult to convince without figuring out what the other party wanted.

"Your Excellency, what do you like about Ned?"

He spoke slowly, and with his current physical condition, he only needed to speak to be able to perceive the pain coming from all over his body.

Cold sweat gradually broke out on his forehead, but Angel did not give up speaking, he found that he was not stopped and reprimanded by the other party, and continued: "With all due respect.

In terms of willpower and means, I am definitely more worthy of your attention than Ned. ”

At this point, Angel's tone regained pride, he had not lost the passion for entrepreneurship, "If you choose me as your slave, I promise that you can plunder all the benefits of the world for you, ha, ha." ”

He gasped, his chest heaving like a worn-out bellows.

The pain didn't break him.

Angel held his head high, his eyes round, and the ambition in his eyes tried to ignite the heart of the king on the throne.

Qing Ze just looked down at him indifferently and didn't say a word.

"I won't let you down, I've never let anyone down since I was a kid!"

Angel continued to pray, to be rescued by this man, to preserve his power.

Qing Ze still didn't pay attention to his thoughts, thinking about how to enlighten Shinoko tomorrow.

……

In the Chihuahuan Desert, the full moon hangs high, and the desert wind is not as hot as during the day, revealing a cool breath.

The silhouette of the dunes looms in the moonlight, like the waves of a dream, gently undulating.

The desert, which is usually visited by no people, suddenly became lively and full of people at this moment.

Many people didn't even know why they were here, only that the people who sent them here were darker than African men at night, with red eyes and armor.

And, those weirdos are sending people here on and on.

The various groups met with each other, and there were many people with grudges.

Normally, they would have to shoot to see who would survive.

It's just that in this wonderful event at the moment, everyone fell into a tacit understanding.

Instead of choosing to go to war on their own, the leaders of the various groups met with each other to discuss the situation on the ground.

What is surprising is that on such a big occasion, the head of the tarot group, which is the largest in Mexico, is not here.

Only the second-in-command Darko consulted with them.

"Those creatures should be the otherworldly monsters reported by New York, all pitch black, with only a pair of red eyes."

"Damn, it's not just New York, it's Mexico now." "I heard that kind of monster seems to be afraid of bright light."

"Fack! Wouldn't the guns in our hands be ornaments! ”

"Why did they gather us here?"

Dakko couldn't understand that it could not be an otherworldly creature trying to unify the Mexican underground market?

Even if so, why gather so many people?

Such an act could not be explained, and a bad premonition rose in his heart, but at this time, no one answered Angel's satellite phone!

What the hell is that guy doing!

"In short, let's restrain our men first and don't let them fight."

"Hmm."

Time goes by little by little.

The Chihuahua Desert has become an endless sea of people, where more than 300 flour groups have gathered, with a total of nearly 400,000 troops.

At the same time, 100,000 Shadow Soldiers completed their mission and returned to the palace in unison.

They stood there in silence, their red eyes looking upwards, waiting for the Emperor's orders.

At this time, Angel could no longer make much noise, and he was prostrate on the ground, humble as an old dog about to die.

But his mouth was still moving, trying to convince Qing Ze with a mosquito-like sound.

The will to survive can be said to be very tenacious.

Qing Ze didn't care, got up, and waved his big hand: "Shadow Legion!" Let's go! ”

PS: Thank you Helian Yue for the tip.

(End of chapter)