"They started again."

New Baghdad, a lounge in the top floor of the Giant Corporation headquarters.

Looking at the latest news found by the Giant God Intelligence Department on the holographic screen, Irons couldn't help but sneer and shook his head, pouring wine into the glasses of the two guests in front of him, "One move has been used for almost a hundred years, and they still don't come up with some new tricks."

International bankers are not philanthropists. While spending a lot of money, they are still using their usual measurements to reduce a layer of oil and water from those weak countries to make up for their losses.

A world-wide organization called the "World Smallpox Medical Foundation" was established to lend to small countries around the world on the condition that it was necessary to accept the entry of Umbrella Company and to reach a cooperation agreement with Umbrella Company to hire Umbrella Company to guard important warehouses and ports.

If you don’t agree, you will have no money, and you won’t even have basic international aid.

If Umbrella is not Duncan's property, this foundation is equivalent to allowing the elites' private troops to settle in a small country, and turning the whole world into the back garden of the elites.

The elites used to control the world by relying on the US military, then relying on the giant gods, and now they want to rely on the Umbrella Company. They have always been unable to let go of their identities and ideas, and have always continued the traditions of hundreds of years ago. They just need to move their fingers to reap 50% of the wealth of the entire human civilization.

"Isn't this just right? We can close the network when their plan is completed."

Duncan took the wine glasses very disapproving of the elites' tricks, and their financial means generally only work for organizations that need to abide by certain social rules.

For Umbrella Composites, military-industrial composite companies like Jushen Company are basically useless because they really have weapons of mass destruction, so if you want to move, you have to think about it carefully.

"When you are with you, why do you have the illusion that we are about to be eliminated by democracy and freedom?"

Mr. Tony, the group shareholder sitting on the other side of the square table, also picked up the wine glass and said a bad joke that even several people could understand.

They understood each other's thoughts while looking at each other, and they clinked their wine glasses, making a decent laughter like a character together.

...

On the 12th day of the smallpox virus rage around the world, Giant Corporation announced that it had successfully developed a smallpox vaccine and was vaccinated for free in Yinlak Syria and other places.

After six days of research, the vaccine was effective, which made the elites anxious and they increased their investment in vaccine research and development.

Eight days later, a new virologist and his team, who had just joined the lab, developed another smallpox vaccine, which was as effective as Giant's vaccine.

The production line began to flow, and for a time, the old giant mercenary companies and the newcomers had a head-on conflict.

Giant Corporation is based on third world countries and a large number of developing countries, and competes with Umbrella, which occupies a wealthy area, in terms of business, which is quite similar to the corporate war in 2077.

The elites represented by Umbrella were all gathered in the underground nuclear facility in Hudson City, New York. Several of the most powerful people in the world were sitting around the round table, expressing their own views on the current world situation and developing strategies for responding.

Most of the major events in the world are promoted through such private meetings, because the group is very easily affected, and French psychologist Le Pen has conducted a profound study on this.

He believes that the rationality of individuals who gather in groups will be weakened by the group, thus making some decisions that harm individual interests and make individuals incredible.

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

There were only 7 people gathered at the round table.

"Although our vaccine lags behind Irons, its effect is not bad. Now Irons wants to compete with us, can you tell me how to deal with it?"

An old German man in a gray striped suit was smoking a cigar and sucking mist. The smoke from the floating clouds blocked his old face, but could not block his bright eyes behind the smoke.

If an ordinary person is watched by him, he may have already dodged his eyes under the suppression of his high aura and dared not look at him.

"How to deal with it? How can we face the current situation? Irons won't give us a chance to choose, this is a trap!"

On the other side of the round table, an old Jewish man, who was also not young, snorted coldly, and a heavy nasal sound was squeezed out from his big nose, showing his disgust to Irons without any scruples.

The people here are all old acquaintances. They have known each other for many years and have worked together a lot. They don’t need to care about their image in this situation.

Another old woman with silver hair raised her neck like rough bark, glanced at the old Jewish man, and typed her narrow eyebrows like needles. "You don't need to repeat this obvious thing again. If you can't think of a way, you can stop talking."

"Then you can tell me what to do!"

The old Jews acted a little cautious when facing the old woman, and such a somewhat cringe-inducing posture was at a disadvantage in their momentum.

The old woman closed her eyes slightly and habitually mocked the old Jews, but she really had no good idea. "Now she can only continue to investigate Irons' specific plans, and then stop everything he wants to do as much as possible, and act according to the opportunity. Didn't he want to win the hearts of those fools? Then we do the same, just like it was seventy years ago."

"You mean the Red League?"

"But if we do that, our losses..."

“That would be a lot of loss.”

Others who did not speak at this time took the old woman's words and expressed their own opinions.

The old woman opened her eyes slightly and said, "The financial system that has been maintained for decades will definitely need reform after this round of turmoil. The 20 trillion national debt can also be washed away by taking this opportunity! When we gain control of the world, this money will be earned back ten times and a hundred times. After living for so long, if you can only see the current interests, then you shouldn't sit here!"

At this time, the Germanic old man in a gray striped suit sniffed a cigar and smoked his mouth while saying, "We don't care about money. Have you ever thought about what will happen if you fail? We know history, and Irons knows history too! We all know how the Red Alliance was defeated!"

"Oh, then you can say it."

After chasing the cigar in the ashtray, the Germanic old man used his shaking head to dispel the smoke in front of his face, and said melancholy and helplessly: "...I really want to say that there is a plan that can turn things around."

"No matter what Irons plans, as long as we prepare our retreat in advance, we won't lose completely."
Chapter completed!