Don’t be surprised by Joshua Williams’ reaction. As a new generation consortium of the Williams family on Wall Street, it can be said that all the wealth was created by his father, Old William. This family is too young and does not have the deep foundation of those top consortiums.

Although a senior Freemason was once a Masonic executive who valued the talent of Old William and extended an olive branch, as a price, Old William needed to give up more than 50% of his shares. The price was too heavy. After some thought, Old William finally refused the other party.

Because the family does not have the foundation of those top consortiums, there are often sluts who covet the family's wealth. Although they were eventually taught a lesson by Old William and tied them up and sank into the bottom of the sea, it is inevitable that some people do not know the power of their family and have violated the taboo again.

Joshua Williams is the only only son of William, so he never worried about property. He had a wife and three lovers. These four women gave birth to three sons and five daughters for him. The three sons were all adults, the oldest was thirty-five years old, and became his right-hand man, and the youngest was twenty-two years old. He was studying at Yale University. He was not sure which of his children was kidnapped.

Shaking his head, Joshua Williams threw these ideas out of his mind. Now it is not the time to care about this problem. He quickly clicked on the email sent to him by the foundation. Suddenly, a carefully designed virtual invitation letter appeared on the screen of his mobile phone.

The first page of the invitation is the foundation's logo, a circle divided into four irregular shapes by two transparent arcs. The circle is divided into four colors. Under the logo, there is a line of words similar to propaganda slogans written:

Do you want to understand themeaning of life?Wantreal...Live?

The novel propaganda slogans made Joshua, who was in a bad mood, stunned a little. Did he figure out the meaning of life? He didn't expect to see such a profound question on such an occasion.

He naturally clicked on the second page, and this is the main text:

"Dear Joshua Williams: Hello, please forgive me for disturbing you. I am the chairman of a Stellar Life Science Foundation. At present, the foundation needs a venture capital to conduct some experiments in life sciences. As for the experiment projects, they are all in the attachment attached to the email. Sorry, I hope you can take the time to take a look at it. In any case, I can guarantee that I will not disappoint you."

The signature is still the Stellar Life Science Foundation.

He simply pulled the page to the bottom, and sure enough, a video window appeared on the screen. For a moment, Joshua was a little confused. He was not sure whether this was a threatening video taken by the kidnapper? Or the so-called foundation promotional video?

"If you were a kidnapper, I swear you would definitely regret your behavior." Joshua gritted his teeth and clicked on the video. The video time was not short, only three hours.

At the beginning, what Joshua saw was a cold white room, which seemed to be in a hospital or research institute. Several men in white coats were passing by the camera one after another.

As the perspective gradually approached, Joshua saw an iron cage placed in one corner of the room, and there was a black man in the iron cage. The man was naked and curled up in a corner of the cage, looking fearful and helpless.

Is it really a kidnapping organization? Joshua frowned, but the men in white coats who were coming and going seemed to indicate that this was not the case.

"Test preparation, preparation for the third clinical trial of the Alpha Experiment Project." Suddenly, a man's voice came from the camera. At the same time, several tall men walked to the cage, lifted the black man in the cage out like a chick, and then fixed it on a moving stretcher.

"No!No!" In the video, you can only hear the screams of a black man like killing a pig, but these people ignored it. One of the men pushed the bed and walked towards the steel gate at the end of the room, and the person holding the camera followed behind quietly, recording all this throughout the process.

"drop!"

When he walked to the steel gate, the man in the lead took out a silver card and brushed the electronic lock next to the gate. Suddenly, the red warning light turned green and the door opened with a loud bang. Joshua then saw from the screen that there was a disinfection room inside the gate. Everyone took off their clothes directly in the disinfection room, cleaned and disinfected their bodies without dead corners, and then put on chemical protection suits, and then walked out of another door of the disinfection room.

Obviously, the destination is a sterile laboratory. There are various instruments placed in this laboratory, including shadow lamps, ventilators, electrocardiograms, cardiac defibrillators, oxygen cylinders, fully automatic gastric scrubbers, etc.

Joshua could understand these devices entirely because Old William placed them in front of his bed, but he couldn't understand most of them.

But it is obvious that this black man seems to be playing a role like a guinea pig.

Joshua frowned. He could basically confirm that this so-called stellar life science foundation should be a private secret human experimental organization.

Sure enough, everyone placed the unlucky black man on a complex folding chair and took over his limbs and head. Then, the man in charge of the camera placed a card in front of the camera, which recorded the photo, name, age, home address and other information of the black man. The purpose should be to let audiences like Joshua see it.

"What's your name?" the cameraman in the camera suddenly asked.

"Help! Help! Don't kill me!" However, the black man was in horror. He shouted at the camera at the top of his lungs, his voice was so terrible that even Joshua felt a little oozing when he heard it.

The person who responded to the black man was the questioner who slammed his fist. It was not until the black man began to beg for mercy that the questioner put down his fist and asked again, "Damn nigger, tell your name."

"John Smith..." the black man closed his eyes and replied in despair.

"age."

"Twenty-three years old, please..."

“Where is your home address.”

“…”

"Speak quickly!"

“No. 282 Ustan Street, Detroit…”

After some questions and answers, the man withdrew the card in front of the camera and said calmly to the camera, "The experimental subject No. 1 of the third clinical trial of the Alpha Experiment Project has been confirmed, and now we will bring the experimental subject No. 2."

As he said that, the camera pointed at the large iron gate that had entered. But in a few seconds, another man was pushed in. However, the man was a white man with a numb face and seemed to have already understood his fate.

"Say your name."

"Jack Garcia"

...

After another question, after confirming the identity of the experimental subject No. 2, the man in a chemical-proof suit walked to the camera again and looked at the camera with cold eyes, "The Alpha Project, the third clinical trial - start!"
Chapter completed!