Shuffle is a game, a game within the rules. How to wash is determined by the person in power. No one can decide the routine of shuffle except the person in power.

This is the same as the emperors in Chinese feudal society. The new emperor ascended the throne, which means that a reshuffle began to unfold. These new emperors would wash away all the important officials left by the old emperor, replace them with what they wanted, and complete a large-scale purge of civil and military officials in the court.

What is left is still high-ranking officials and generous salaries, and what is washed away is a kind of happiness to live.

Baby does not have the power to reshuffle cards, so she didn't even enter the organization. When she threw only eight cards left, she directly turned the smell of gunpowder on the round table into the smell of gunpowder, which completely detonated.

"Woman, you're out."

"Damn bitch, you're done, you're done!"

"What do you think you are? Bitch, if you sell your butt, you should sell it seriously, and you should not lift your butt up high, it will only make people beat you up..."

“…”

There were rage and scolding, and almost everyone was angry at the round table. But organizer Victor did not say anything. Apart from Victor, there were several others who remained calm.

They sat there without saying anything. Although they frowned, they finally suppressed their anger. After suppressing their anger, their eyes changed when they looked at the baby and were full of scrutiny.

No one dares to be so arrogant at the roundtable. If he dares to be so arrogant, then there will inevitably be a trump card to support the arrogance.

Miscat, which has risen in just two years, has its own powerful armed forces. They have never failed in open and secret struggles. They stretched out their hands for a long time, which aroused public outrage, but they could do nothing about it. It is precisely because of this that this roundtable meeting was held to solve this matter on the roundtable.

When everyone thought that the baby was going to be anxious on the round table, she was surprisingly low-key.

"The cake can only be divided into eight pieces!" Du Baobao emphasized and said, "Eight pieces of cakes are big and small, but they are basically fair. Who agrees and who opposes?"

"Bitch, I..."

"Bang!"

Suddenly, the arms dealer who was scolding Du Baobao suddenly stopped, and his head suddenly turned into a bunch of flesh and blood and flew around, splashing onto the round table and bursting onto everyone around the round table.

The smell of blood instantly spread, and the headless corpse whose head was exploded was lying heavily on the shore of the swimming pool. Flows of blood gushed outwards, spraying into the swimming pool, dyeing the crystal clear water red.

Sniper!

In an instant, the round table was in chaos, but the baby was still sitting there steadily, slowly rubbing the blood splashing on his chest with his hands.

"Bitch, it's you, you dare to use force at the roundtable!" The black man's reaction was very fast.

"Bang!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the black man was treated the same as the arms dealer in front and his head was blown away.

"Crash!"

The headless body fell into the swimming pool, causing a wave to dye the pool even more red.

"Who agrees? Who objectes?" Du Bao made a voice.

But who listened to her now? All the messy arms dealers were running for their lives and had no time to care about her toughness.

When you come here for a meeting, everyone has no weapons and everyone's bodyguards are outside the same range. Because the roundtable is fair, fair and peaceful, and if anyone violates this, they will be subject to strong sanctions.

The only force that had was the organizer, Victor. When the sniper just started, five or six bodyguards with guns rushed out of the room and protected Victor.

"Bang!"

Another blood mist exploded, and another arms dealer was sniped.

"Bang!"

"Crazy..."

Another arms dealer was hit in the chest by the powerful invasion force of the warhead, and flew backwards and fell into the swimming pool.

Almost instantly, this place turned into a blood-colored hell. There was blood everywhere, and there were spots of brain matter everywhere...

"You broke the rules!" Victor, who was standing behind the bodyguard, roared angrily.

His eyes were full of cruelty, because he was the organizer, and this kind of thing happened at the roundtable he organized was completely unbearable.

Baby chuckled and pushed one of the eight playing cards over to the position that belonged to Victor.

"Mr. Victor, we were attacked." Du Baby sniffed the strong smell of blood and said to Victor: "But I believe the attack has stopped. As the leading war, we should not be afraid of such attacks. We are going to continue the roundtable, and you have to decide whether to include me in the organization, right?"

The attack stopped, and after five people died, all of these five people were accusing the baby, including insulting her.

Hearing these words, Victor's eyes were gloomy and gloomy. He stared at Baby's smiling eyes and a playing card in front of his seat.

Everyone knows that the baby has completely broken the rules and the attack she was planned by her. But who dares to say it? At this moment, who dares to say it!

"Okay, this is an accident and the meeting is going on normally." Victor separated the bodyguards in front of him and walked generously towards the round table.

If he was to be killed, even if a bodyguard blocked him, he would not be able to stop his death. This is a sniper warhead with excellent penetration performance. As an arms dealer, I have a deep understanding of these things.

Five of the fourteen people died, and nine were left. And there were only eight playing cards, which meant that one of them was still out.

Sitting again at the blood-filled round table, everyone's faces were still in shock. Even if they were all storms, they would inevitably be afraid after passing by the god of death.

"The cake can only be divided by eight people. Who agrees and who opposes?" Du Baobao said this for the third time.

When I said this the third time, my voice was so light that I had almost no force. But this light voice caused everyone to feel a huge pressure.

"I agree." An arms dealer extended his hand and said, "It is obvious that Ms. Miscat is more profound than what we see. In recent years, with the influence of the general environment, business in East Africa has not been so easy to do. We have to take risks. We fight death every year, so why are we making less and less money?"

"Yes, we make less and less money, even half of it. This is because the market demand has shrunk, and we still have so many people. When the cake is big, we can share a lot, but when the cake is small, it seems that there are not enough share. I agree with Ms. Misicao's proposal, and I believe everyone will agree, right?"

"I agree!"

"I agree!"

"I agree!"

“…”

Everyone raised their hands to express their approval. On the round table, everyone's approval means passing and no more changes are allowed.

This is the round table, fairness, justice.
Chapter completed!