Rebirth: Super Banking System - Chapter 2567 - 2405: The Atmosphere Is a Bit Awkward
Shock!
Horror!
Fear!
…
At this moment.
Old Rockefeller was terrified, this was a person nurtured by their family since childhood, loyal and unwavering. Yet he never expected that one day he would be held at gunpoint.
Aiming at his head.
God!
Today is really not April Fool’s Day, can we stop joking like this? He wished this was a dream, but the cold metal made him realize it wasn’t.
Everything.
Is real.
He.
The head of the Rockefeller Financial Group, was held at gunpoint by his own subordinate.
…
Similarly.
Most others on the scene were also stunned, what kind of act was this? Are they not Rockefeller’s people? Why aim the gun at him?
Are we seeing things?
Or not fully awake today.
“You!”
The head of the Morgan family stood up, about to speak, when a man in black behind him pressed him back into his seat, “Sit tight.”
After that.
The other men in black who had just rushed in also stood behind everyone.
This scene.
Made the confidants standing behind clench their teeth in anger, they froze after Cecil in ERV stood up, their bodies like they were petrified.
They could breathe.
Could blink.
However.
They couldn’t speak, their mouths wouldn’t even move, the feeling was as if their minds were exiled, terrifying them. Only fear was left in their eyes.
…
One of the main seats.
Gitti.
Couldn’t help but widen her eyes, she truly didn’t understand what was going on, how Rockefeller’s subordinates could follow Cecil’s orders.
Maybe.
They were bought by the Organization too?
“…”
Bitter smile!
Gitti previously didn’t know the true power of the Organization, only that it was huge. Now seeing this, she had to elevate her perception of them to a higher level.
Terrifying!
Even people next to the head of a consortium were part of the Organization.
Speaking of.
Could there be anything more outrageous?
…
“What do you want? Why betray me.” Old Rockefeller glared at the captain, repeatedly betrayed by his most trusted people.
How could he not be furious?
Upon hearing this.
The captain slightly smiled.
“Mr. Rockefeller, one must be prudent in recognizing the times, someone can provide what I need, and you cannot, naturally I must make the right choice.”
“What’s the condition? Money?”
“…”
The captain didn’t respond. Cecil waved his hand, the captain put away his gun and stood aside with his hands behind his back. Cecil once again became the center of attention.
ERV.
Too terrifying.
After so many years, they had laid out such a grand scheme.
“Alright, don’t be surprised, there are still many things you don’t know, let’s talk properly first. About the conditions I mentioned earlier.”
“It’s very simple.”
“In the future.”
“You all, become a member under our Organization.”
Hearing this.
Rockefeller was furious, “Dream on, trying to seize our century-old foundation, I will never agree even if I die, if anything happens to us today.”
“You Cecil, will surely be implicated.”
On hearing this.
Cecil smiled slightly.
“Really? Want to make a bet?”
“…”
Old Rockefeller was instantly choked.
Because.
He touched something cold on his forehead again, took a deep breath, “If you shoot, the guards outside will definitely hear.”
“You may have bought him, but not everyone else.”
“Oh.”
Cecil seemed to understand, nodding.
Then.
He took over the weapons.
“Bang!”
“Crash!”
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
“…”
“Clack!”
He fired all the bullets inside, even breaking more than a dozen panes of window glass, such commotion, anyone outside who wasn’t deaf would surely hear.
To know.
There were nearly a thousand security personnel outside, all highly vigilant, not missing any small disturbances, let alone such a loud noise just now.
“Great, Cecil is courting death.”
“He’s gone crazy.”
“We’re saved.”
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Luckily, Cecil must have gone mad, firing the gun and even shooting at the windows. Such a loud noise from the breaking glass would surely alert his subordinates.
Now.
The situation reverses.
“Haha, you’re finished. Cecil, madness has made you lose your reason.” Old Rockefeller sneered, waiting for someone to rush in.
“Oh.”
Returning the gun to the captain, Cecil returned to his seat, took a sip of tea.
Everyone thought he was about to face judgment.
However.
Half a minute.
A minute.
Three minutes.
…
Everyone’s joyous mood sank to rock bottom, by logic, such loud commotion, within half a minute at most, a large group should rush in.
However.
Three minutes passed, with no movement, as if there was no one outside at all.
“…”
The atmosphere.
Suddenly became a bit awkward, accompanied by a chilling feeling. There were surely people arranged outside, yet none came in, only two reasons could explain this.
First.
They’re all dead.
Second.
They’ve all turned traitor.
“Hiss~”
A gasp cut through the heart, regardless of either scenario, it’s too terrifying, so many people, quietly eliminated, or bought off.
My God!
God!
Can someone explain what really happened? Where are my people?
Cecil finished his cup.
Looked up.
“Do you have anything else to say?” Cecil glanced at Rockefeller, likewise, looked around at everyone else, “How about you all? Any objections?”
“…”
One by one, their minds buzzing, not knowing what to ask.
After a long time.
The head of the Morgan family spoke, “Cecil, from today’s events it seems, you must have been planning this for many years, right?”
“Myanmar.”
“ERV.”
“Gitti.”
“Asia Dollar.”
“…”
“Everything that happened these years, must have been orchestrated by you, I have to say, brilliantly played, not only deceiving us but the world as well.”
“Impressive.”
“Persuading Meilong to join, even Old Ford, I suspect, was this your setup?”
“Not me.”
Old Ford looked bitter.
This setup.
Too vast.
Up till now he couldn’t understand, too mind-boggling, Morgan nodded, “I tentatively believe you, so it’s ERV using Gitti’s connections to deceive you.”
“Putting you in the Myanmar faction.”
“After that.”
“Block our desire for Myanmar, I have one big question, if you can answer it, I might consider your conditions.”
“Please speak.”
Cecil gazed at him, smiling faintly.
“Inhale.”
He took a deep breath.
Old Morgan fixed his gaze on him, “It’s very possible, you’re not the one in command, behind all this is surely a giant power controlling everything.”
“You.”
“Ling.”
“Gitti.”
“Are all merely executing orders, I just want to know who is really orchestrating this, since you want to join, you must show sincerity.”
This claim.
Is obviously a pretext, he just wants to know who’s behind it, his button harbors the latest technology, capable of transmitting information somewhere.
It is believed.
His subordinates have already taken action, he doesn’t think his men will be like Rockefeller’s, actually bought off.
Shameful!
