"I see."

A tall man with a strong image of a tough guy, wearing a leather jacket, said something, took the communicator from his ear, turned it off, and put it on his belt.

He turned his head and looked at the nearly a hundred superpowers gathered behind him, who were faintly divided into three teams.

Finally, his eyes rested on a man in a black combat uniform in front of the largest team, and he sighed: "Your leader is injured."

The team behind the man visibly trembled.

"Hmph." The man snorted lightly, not caring about the sarcasm hidden in the tough guy's words. He said: "Then let's act quickly. We will get rid of him as soon as possible so that we can feel at ease soon."

The man standing in front of another team turned his head and glanced vaguely at an ordinary-looking man in the team. The ordinary-looking man nodded lightly.

The leading man then looked at the tough guy and said: "Aluo Paigao, you go to the predetermined location to snipe first. I need to prepare here."

Aluopaigao narrowed his eyes and said in a wary tone: "He is already injured, do you still need to prepare?"

Tasium smiled softly, "Just in case."

Aluopaigao took a deep look at Tasium and said nothing more.

As the strongest person on the scene, he could temporarily command the entire team. After scanning around, Aluopai said: "Let's go!"

Afterwards, they strode to the location marked by the satellite, followed closely by the three teams.

In the team of the Germination Organization, a man wrapped in black clothes observed the three teams who were wary of each other while walking, with a playful look in his eyes.

At the same time, in Tileus's highest conference room, Ruilan's Prime Minister's Office, and the secret conference room of the Germinal Organization Dog Faction, the top leaders of the three parties were paying close attention to the progress of the operation.

The secret meeting room of the Bud Organization Dog Faction.

The big screen behind Modi showed a long bloody footprint on the snow. The picture on the screen moved slowly and finally settled on a man in black clothes in tattered clothes.

After seeing this, all the senior officials present finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Great, now we can finally confirm that the man has been injured." The old and thin executive said in a broad voice, with a hint of luck in his words.

"Yes, it seems that there is no problem with the operation. The only thing that needs to be considered now is that Ruilan and Tileus must not capture the leader of the Germination alive. That would be detrimental to our Germination organization." Some senior officials have already started to worry about "

their budding tissue” considered.

"No, it's my embryonic tissue."

Just when the atmosphere among all the senior executives was heated, a sentence suddenly appeared that didn't sound so harmonious.

The atmosphere fell silent briefly.

"Modi, what do you mean by this?" asked a senior official who looked very majestic and had a military temperament.

"Literally." Modi, who was leaning on his chair with his back to them, slowly turned around with his seat.

When the chair turned back to its original position, everyone noticed that there was something wrong with Modi's expression. To be more precise, he was crazy.

"Modi, you..." A senior executive couldn't help but feel shocked when he saw this scene, and his tone was slightly stagnant.

"Modi, do you know what you are talking about?" A tall and strong senior executive stood up and scolded, saying what he wanted to say for the previous senior executive.

"Ha." Modi chuckled and clapped his hands.

"Pop."

"Hmm--" The metal door of the secret conference room opened, and a total of ten mid-level and senior executive officers of the budding organization and three teams of guards rushed in, quickly surrounding all senior executives.

"Crack." That was the uniform sound of bullets being loaded.

The tall and strong senior man who stood up glanced around, put away the expression on his face, and slowly returned to his original position.

At this moment, if the senior officials here still don’t understand what Modi is trying to do, it would be impossible for him to sit in his current position.

After another brief silence, the old and thin senior executive spoke first: "Modi, without us, you would not be able to control the entire budding organization."

"Oh?" Modi raised his eyebrows, clenched his hands, and said in a playful tone: "So, what should I do? If I don't do it now, I will let you divide my power after this incident, and wait until you are ready and plan

Are you going to take action again when you deal with me?"

"Modi, we have made an agreement with you a long time ago. I believe you will not..." A senior official who was originally biased towards Modi said in a nervous tone. He had helped Modi instigate the previous division of power.

Over emotions.

"Oh? Indeed..." Modi smiled meaningfully.

Just when the senior executive wanted to smile and express his agreement, Modi's face suddenly turned cold and he raised his right hand.

"Bang!"

Bright red blood splashed on Modi's face. The senior management covered the rapidly spreading pool of blood on his chest and looked at Modi in shock, "...Modi...you...you..."

Modi took out a handkerchief from his chest pocket and gently wiped the blood on his face. After hearing the senior executive's words, he frowned and raised his right hand again.

"Bang!"

Tick ​​tock, tick tock...

A pool of blood quickly gathered on the conference table and flowed down the red-stained folds of the senior management's clothes.

The guard behind the senior executive took back the gun in his hand and loaded it again with a "click" sound.

Deathly silence...

"...Modi, I think we still have room for discussion." A senior executive plucked up the courage to ask, with a slight sweat on his forehead.

Modi did not respond to his words, but wiped the blood drops from his face with a handkerchief, stood up, and came to the side of the dead senior executive.

When he noticed the wide-open eyes of the senior management, he felt slightly flustered, but forced himself to look calm.

"If you betray the leader, you may betray me."

He found a reason for himself and put a handkerchief on the head of the senior executive.

After doing this, he glanced around at the senior executives who were watching him nervously, and suddenly felt a twisted and refreshing sense of satisfaction. This was different from the way he used to carefully maintain negotiations between senior executives. All senior executives were afraid of him at this moment.

He finally became a true king, not a false and useless symbol!

"Hahaha..." He couldn't help but say happily.

"Modi, what do you want?" A senior executive carefully tested Modi. Being able to sit in this position, it is impossible for all senior executives to have stage fright.

"How about it?" Modi chuckled and repeated the senior management's question, his face suddenly turned cold, "Of course I will let you die."

"Modi, without us, how will you control the budding organization? How will you eliminate the remaining parties left by the leader?" The old and thin senior executive raised his previous question again. In his opinion, this is the only hope for survival.

"Hmph." Modi snorted coldly and said, "After that person dies, I will be the strongest superpower in the Germination Organization. Why can't I do what he can do?"

"Are you worthy?" The sudden words made Modi's expression freeze.

The person who spoke was the former senior executive with a very military temperament. He stared at Modi, spread his arms lightly and said: "Although we are considered a rebel party in the embryonic organization, there is one thing that I believe everyone here will not deny."

"What?" Modi asked subconsciously.

The senior executive with a military temperament sneered: "There is no comparison between you and that man."

Modi opened his eyes angrily and slowly raised his right hand.

"Modi, stop being stubborn. Without us, you can't control the budding organization!" the senior executive with a military temperament shouted.

"Bang!" The gunfire started again.

The senior executive with a military temperament covered his chest. Blood stains spread rapidly on the clothes on his chest. He glared at Modi, but he did not find it unbelievable that Modi dared to do something. He even had senior officials close to him and others.

What can't be done.

"...You will definitely regret it!"

"Bang!"

Bright red blood spattered on the conference table.

"Boom." The senior executive fell to the ground along with his seat.

Modi slowly put down his raised right hand, took a few breaths, and suddenly smiled: "Yes, I am indeed not as good as him, but so what?"

He waved his right hand violently, "I've had enough of being on guard and cautious. It's hard to get power, so why should you be divided? You are a group of restless guys. I'm just clearing away the restless factors."

He seemed to be comforting himself with his words. As he spoke, the ferocious look on his face faded a bit.

"But Modi, why do you..."

"Because he's a coward!"

Another senior official who was already biased towards Modi was about to speak when a voice interrupted him.

Modi looked for a voice, and his eyes fell on a slightly pudgy man in the corner of the conference table. At this time, he was smoking a cigar, blowing out smoke from his mouth.

Naturally, the short and fat man is sitting here not because of his low status, but because he can change seats with whomever he wants.

Except Modi.

"Qatar, what do you mean?" When Modi said these tough words, his words couldn't help but soften a bit.

"Am I wrong?" Qatar took away his cigar and looked at Modi with disdain. He said: "You won't even let go of your cronies. Isn't this because you have no confidence at all to ensure that they will not betray?"

You?"

"To put it bluntly, you are a coward!"

He did not wait for Modi to refute and continued: "In contrast, that man dared to leave the main base for nearly ten months and entrusted all the work to his direct descendants. In front of that man..."
Chapter completed!