bdsm-fiction Chapter 446
Chapter 446
After listening to the elder's story, Fengyun looked at Winston in confusion.
"Winston, is the coin minting machine really as magical as the legend says?"
Winston shook his head slowly and argued: "Boss, it's not that magical, it's just an ordinary antique."
Winston did not hide anything from Fengyun.
He had seen Fengyun's strength, and he had completely lost his resistance after all the showmanship.
No one can ignore the deterrence of high-altitude satellites, drones and missiles.
If Fengyun is willing, even if Winston runs the New York Continental Hotel like an iron barrel, he can't stop Fengyun's attack.
Kira in Berlin has set an example for everyone.
Under the attack of modern high-tech thermal weapons, traditional killer organizations are like docile little sheep, without any lethality.
After listening to Winston's words, Fengyun didn't want to continue to entangle this issue. Anyway, when the time comes, he will get the coin minting machine and study it for a few days to see if there is anything strange.
"Respected elder, can you tell me who is so bored that he dragged our Crow Organization into this vortex?
Moreover, I have a feeling that there is an invisible force or organization targeting our Crows."
The elder did not hide it and said directly: "It is Philip, Philip from Belgium. Your Crow Organization in Miller Hotel in Awanda originally belonged to this Philip. He is also an elder of the organization.
In fact, Mr. Feng, although I am the elder of the High Table, I cannot command other elders. I can only mobilize the guards loyal to me..."
"In other words, you can't control the elder who caused trouble, right? Your Excellency the elder."
The elder smiled bitterly: "Mr. Feng, you also saw that in the High Table, I am just a symbol and do not hold power.
The power is in the hands of each elder. They all have a certain amount of armed forces and mainland hotels loyal to them."
Feng Yun nodded, and he understood the elder's difficulties.
No wonder, as an ancient organization, the High Table has never been able to come to the fore. It turns out that they are not united internally.
Rather than being a unified organization, it is better to say that it is a more dispersed alliance.
Perhaps, only in this way, those big organizations that control the direction of the world will not want to eradicate them.
A united High Table is 10 times more terrifying than a disunited High Table.
Those big organizations that control the power of the world will not allow such a killer group to form a group.
Perhaps, when the High Table is truly unified, it will be the beginning of their demise.
In this world, there is black and white. Who knows how much dirt is hidden in secret by those who are usually great and glorious?
This is also the way of survival of the High Table.
They are just tools for those powerful people to solve problems.
After listening to the words of the elder, Fengyun nodded with some understanding.
It seems that his previous thoughts were too simple.
The powerful people in this world need the High Table, and the High Table will never be unified.
In the dark side of this world, there is also a set of survival rules.
For example, the High Table generally cannot kill ordinary people, nor can it kill those organizations with big backgrounds.
This not only guarantees the operation of the rules, but also guarantees the safety of those who make the rules.
Everyone plays the game under the same rules, so this society will not be chaotic.
The rules of the game bind most people and give the powerful people status and power. Therefore, the powerful people will do their best to maintain this rule.
This time, Philip provoked the crow, which obviously crossed the line, so he attracted Fengyun's revenge. This is the rule of the game.
"Your Excellency the Great Elder, I have no intention of targeting the High Table. I repay kindness with kindness and revenge with hatred. Whoever provokes us, we will target him. Is this reasonable?"
"Yes, this is reasonable." The Great Elder nodded.
The other party has the capital to negotiate conditions because the other party's fist is hard enough.
As long as there is a demand for killers in this world, the High Table will not perish.
"Then, can you tell me which cute little bastard dragged us Crows into this ridiculous game?" Fengyun smiled amiably.
"It was Philippe, a prince of Belgium and an elder of the High Table. It was his order to drag you into this game.
Behind him, there is an elder nicknamed the Marquis. Legend has it that the Marquis is the spokesperson for a certain big family, but I don't know which one it is..”
The elder had no psychological burden for betraying Philip.
It was this damned guy who put him in such a desperate situation.
Moreover, the marquis was his mortal enemy. He had been coveting his position as the elder for a long time, relying on the support of someone behind him.
If Fengyun could get rid of the marquis, it would undoubtedly be a wonderful thing.
“Where is this marquis?” Fengyun frowned and said.
“Sorry, sir, I don’t know. They all have their own secret bases and will not reveal them to others.
However, according to the rules of the organization, I can challenge them. If they refuse the challenge, they will be automatically kicked out of the High Table, and then I can mobilize the entire High Table to hunt them down. ”
“Is that so? It’s really an interesting rule. Okay, Mr. Elder.”
Fengyun glanced around and his eyes fell on Wick.
“In order to respect the rules of your organization, I will challenge this elder in the name of Wick. "
After that, Fengyun turned his gaze to Wick.
"Wick, do you have any objection to me doing this? As long as you kill this so-called Marquis, I will set you free.
You can choose to stay in the High Table or leave the High Table. Oh, by the way, Great Elder, do you have any objection to my proposal?"
"No."
"No."
The two answered in unison at the same time.
Wick was very willing to take this opportunity to completely leave the High Table. He had long been tired of this killer's life.
If it weren't for revenge for the tragic death of the puppy at home, he would never pick up the gun again.
As for the Great Elder, if there was a gun on his forehead, I'm afraid everyone would say the answer from the heart.
"Okay, Your Excellency the Great Elder, just send a duel application to that unknown Marquis. I'm also very curious about what kind of person he is who likes to hide in the dark and plot against us Crows.
Also, I am very curious whether there is anyone behind them directing them..."