Chapter 986： : Doom is afraid of the power of capital

Inside the castle.

After everyone left, Grote and the fat man were still sitting. The former had his fingers crossed, his thumbs were entwined, and he leaned back. He was not in a hurry. When the inquiry began to echo, Grote looked at that fat man.

"Jones, shall we go outside for a walk?"

"Want me to have supper?"

Grote spread his hands, "Of course, I know there is a good supper in San Francisco, how about it?"

Fatty supported the chairs on both sides and stood up. He had to work hard, otherwise, it would be embarrassing to be stuck in it. His figure is like Coach Anxi in Slam Dunk, only missing a pair of glasses.

Grote went over to support him, and said helplessly, "Jones, you should lose weight."

"Hehehe, we've known each other for more than sixty years. It's not like you don't know that I've always been so fat, and it should be in the family's genes." Jones smiled, and the two walked out of the castle side by side.

It was raining lightly outside. Seeing them coming out, there were already bodyguards waiting with umbrellas, escorting the two of them into the commercial vehicle, while the bodyguards got into the front and rear cars, and four or five cars drove out of the castle.

None of them saw that there was a figure reflected in a certain window of the old castle, and the light from inside was a bit deep, or rather dark, and the light rain was beating against the window, and a faint sound of air leakage could be heard.

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"Groot, I think you are holding back your temper. Someone in the elders is already very dissatisfied with you." Jones said, holding a pillow in his hand, looking at his old friend.

Grote's sitting posture was also very aggressive. He looked at the farmland outside and suddenly said, "In the dark, you are always so scared."

"Jones, tell me, it has been more than 700 years since our family started. What are we pursuing? Is it really immortal?" Grote looked at the other party with doubts.

Jones narrowed his small eyes into a line, and frowned slightly, "You're shaking, Grote." He looked at his old friend, but the other party didn't answer, but his eyes were still deep, which shocked Jones, but he didn't lose his temper Instead, he calmly took out the candy from his pocket and handed it to the other party. Grote hesitated for a moment, then took it and thanked him.

"I always like to try sweet things when I am in doubt. When I was young, my father told me that when the family took responsibility, I understood that life is coming. After all, I just want to be a newsboy who sells newspapers. , because that's very free." Jones put the candy in his mouth and said with a smile, seeing Grote looking at him, beckoning him to taste it.

Grote nodded, and peeled off the tin foil outside. In fact, this is just a very ordinary, very ordinary candy, which is very common on the street, and smells like saccharine.

"I know what you're thinking, and I also understand that the immortality gene...I don't think it's possible." Jones said, "There are even many people in the elders who don't believe it."

Grote, "Then we should reduce our investment in the organization."

Jones looks at him...

Grote rubbed his head with a wry smile, "It's because I thought too naively."

An ancient organization with a history of more than 700 years, there are many people involved in it, and the so-called elders of the Grote and other families are more like a collection of interests. They keep going.

All they have to do is provide benefits to the organization!

If one day, they can't bring benefits to the "subsidiary", they will be the ones who have been banned!

There is always someone pushing you forward.

"And, don't you think he's getting more and more mysterious?" Jones said.

This "he", Grote certainly knew who he was referring to, the chief of the elders, he thought for a moment, then slowly nodded, "I found that the devil rain in his genes has been coming more and more frequently recently, perhaps, he is in a hurry want to mend their genetic chain."

"These are all things for experts, I don't understand, but I always feel that he is getting more and more scary, and his eyes are already very wrong, which makes me feel scared." Jones frowned and said, as if recalling something, the corners of his mouth twitched , opened his mouth, but still didn't say anything.

Before he...

I have seen the chief eat raw beef!

Everyone has a foreign body, which is normal, but the beef did not wash the blood, and, he ate it very deliciously, like an animal hunting.

"When the research institute said there were results, we didn't dare to try it, but he used it first. The doctor said that the cancer cells in his body had destroyed the tissue, and maybe he didn't have much time to survive, so he was so anxious. Those scientists are all lunatics, and they dare to use it without experimental proof."

Grote was also complaining, but he was also worried about the old man's body. He shook his head, took a deep breath, and tried to force himself, "I don't know what he thinks. Is death really terrible?"

This is complete bullshit.

Jones glanced at Grote, he knew that his old friend was a bit... whimsical!

The world he thinks shouldn't be like this. Of course, it's not because he is naive, but because he thinks that he can change it!

Everyone's thinking is different. In this world, there are people who are unknown, and there are people who are famous, and there are also those who talk big, and of course there are people who are down-to-earth.

God's humor may lie in the fact that he wants to see "animals" with different personalities survive in a society.

Jones felt that it was better not to talk about it, so he changed the subject, "I know that Nicholas is not a very willing person, he must be very angry about Borg, otherwise he would not have offered such a large reward. "

When he thought of the reward worth tens of millions of dollars, he also felt that the other party was rich and powerful! Isn't this money money?

But what Jones is also envious of is that he alone has the final say on the Savior Company! Of course, there are many such and such partners, but they are all held down by Tang Dao. If you want to share the money, don't point fingers. If you have any bad ideas, Tang Dao's methods are more ruthless than anyone else.

Jones didn't see the docile look of Asians in him at all, especially the "umbrella company" in his hands. Even many military commentators thought it was "an extremely dangerous personal weapon!"

Then, they changed hands and transferred the umbrella company to a state-owned enterprise in Somalia, and then the president of the state-owned enterprise: Tang Dao!

Don't talk nonsense, I work with a certificate.

Such a completely shameless, shameless, and ruthless opponent, Jones felt that Grote would not gain much in the hands of the opponent.

"Here it is!" said Grote suddenly.

The car stopped slowly, and Jones looked at the place pointed by the other party. It was a small storefront, and there were very few people entering and leaving. There was not much traffic on this street, but you could see the busyness inside through the glass. people.

"I invite you to eat ramen."

"?? Pulled out noodles?" Jones was at a loss The two got out of the car and walked into this small noodle shop side by side. The boss came out and greeted them to sit down.

Bodyguards are outside.

But the boss also knew from their clothes that these two were characters, so he was a little cautious, and then went to urge his wife to come down.

"Don't you think such a life is wonderful?" Grote said with a smile looking at the people in the kitchen.

Jones looked back, smiled, looked at the other party again, and said casually, "Maybe."

Poor...

What happiness is there?

rich!

Right!

Doom must be afraid of the power of capital!