Henry DuPont is a member of the DuPont family.

However, unlike other adult family members, they all work in DuPont. Even though DuPont has been controlled by outsiders, he still works in DuPont. He is studying in school.

The school he studied was not an ordinary school, but West Point Military Academy.

West Point Military Academy, founded in the early 18th century, is not only a military school. Since Major Sylvenus Sayer served as the principal and introduced more standardized tutorials, West Point Military Academy has also become the leading engineering school in the United States.

Students from railways, bridges, ports, highways, and West Point Military Academy have specialized in these aspects.

Perhaps, many people think that these engineering matters have nothing to do with military affairs.

However, Principal Sayer realized that the essence of military is a logistical war.

No matter how strong the combat power is ahead, if you lose your logistics, it will only explode with a balloon.

Therefore, if you want to maintain extremely strong combat effectiveness for a long time, you must ensure logistics to the greatest extent.

The construction of militarized management has allowed Principal Sayer to see the dawn.

During his time as principal, almost all the Western pastry students began to be good at engineering construction.

Henry DuPont is the student who goes to school and graduates at this stage.

What he learned from school is not only military literacy, but also engineering ability, but also management ability for multi-person collaboration.

He lives independently and needs to be more firm when the lines on his face are first raised.

When he learned that the DuPont factory exploded, several relatives killed and injured, the clowns who stole DuPont's business were still performing poor performances.

He returned to DuPont with anger.

One of DuPont's shareholders, Shiville, held a newspaper in his hand and looked at the words on the newspaper, with an angry expression, "I understand! These newspapers are all scams! These newspapers are all newspapers from Doug Clayden!

All the money we invested in the newspaper was cheaper than that bastard!

I!

I'm so furious!"

Shiville threw the newspaper on the table and paced back and forth in anger.

The other shareholders next to him said, "It seems that we are going to buy a few newspapers too!"

"Newspapers don't make money!"

"Don't newspapers make money? Where do we spend our money if newspapers make money?"

"Stop quarrel! We need to have our own newspaper. It doesn't matter whether the newspaper makes money or not. What's important is what it can make the newspaper readers believe."

"Yes! With newspapers, we don't have to be afraid of anything we do!"

"I'll buy newspapers now!"

One of DuPont's shareholders was about to go out to buy a newspaper, but the door suddenly exploded with a "bang".

Before the shareholders in the door could react, they were hit hard by the door.

"Who? Who are you?" Shiville shouted at the young man walking in, "Do you know where this is?"

"I know! This is DuPont's headquarters."

"I know you dare to do this?"

"Why don't you dare? I'm just here to retrieve the property that belongs to my family."

"You... are you from the DuPont family?"

"Yes, I am from the DuPont family, I am Henry DuPont. I would like to ask some people to help me and transfer all the DuPont shares in your hands to me."

Although Henry DuPont was not wearing a military uniform, his every word and action still revealed the atmosphere of being in the army for many years.

This kind of prohibitive behavior brings aura that makes everyone present feel a little stressed.

However, what is this pressure for Hillville?

In his opinion, those soldiers were just dogs that could be driven at will.

In this world, only rich people are noble.

"You want to buy DuPont's shares? How much money do you have? If you give me $200,000 in my shares, I'll sell them to you!"

Sheville was not afraid at all, but instead spoke loudly about the price he wanted.

Several other shareholders, seeing the appearance of Shiville, also opened the price one after another.

Soon, the total price they offered exceeded one million US dollars.

You know, this is a million dollars from the 1860s.

Even if ordinary people play "Monopoly", they dare not say such a large amount.

"You've finished talking?"

"If you just give money, we will transfer the shares to you immediately! But if you don't have money, you will leave here now, and we won't blame you for disturbing us." Shiville continued.

"Money? I don't have money."

"If you don't have money, you still want our shares. What's in your mind?"

"Can't you buy shares without money? I don't think so."

A dagger suddenly appeared in Henry's hand.

The dagger is dark and has almost no reflection.

Although it is not so dark that you can't see the details clearly, you can feel very dangerous as long as you see this dagger.

"Come on! drive him out!" Shiville finally shouted while slapping the red bell on the table.

"No need to press, no need to shout. No one will hear it, and no one will come. Although I don't have money, you have it. I think you will lend me the money for yourself and then ask me to buy DuPont's shares."

Henry DuPont said as he walked forward.

Although DuPont's shareholders don't know how many people they have killed indirectly, they don't have the habit of carrying guns with them like Doug.

They always think they are safe.

No matter what, they will not be injured or have any problems.

But, now it seems that this is not the case.

They are not as safe as they imagined.

Henry's physical fitness far exceeds those of these guys who have the only physical labor every day, which is to count money.

Several shareholders, including Hillville, were beaten down by Henry without holding on for a minute.

However, it was just knocked down. Although it hurts, it was not injured.

Although Henry's movements were a bit wild, he never touched the knife in his hand.

He didn't even raise his hand.

"You guys are so weak."

Henry walked to Sheville, shook the knife in his hand in front of him, and asked, "Will you sell your shares now?"

"Want to let us sell shares? Have your dream!"

"Oh? Is it a beautiful dream? I haven't had it for a long time, but I can let you see the nightmare."

After Henry said that, the knife in his hand stabbed him into a part of Shiville's body.

The knife was very sharp, and Shiville's expensive clothes did not stop the knife from invading.

Blood soon flowed out of the knife's blood trough.

"So your blood is still red. I thought your blood is black?" Henry DuPont said calmly.

Although Hillville did not cry out, his teeth and cold sweat falling from his face could tell how much pain he felt.

"It's very tolerant and worthy of praise." Henry praised, and he paused for a moment and said, "It's a pity that meaningless persistence is the more painful it is. I don't think that a dead person has the right to own shares."

After Henry finished speaking, he pulled out the knife and stabbed it in from another direction.

When he stabbed in, Henry said, "Actually, I haven't told anyone yet. Actually, I have studied medicine, but my skills are not very good. Someone told me that vital anatomy can increase my understanding of the human body. But I have never had a chance. Thank you very much for giving me this opportunity."

After Henry finished speaking, he didn't say anything again.

He did not even continue to induce Shiville's avatar to sell shares, but instead made one hole after another in Severe's body as if he really wanted to have a vital dissection.

The other DuPont shareholders who were still on the ground had disappeared. Even though they could stand up, they never dared to stand up again when they saw this scene.

Although he had been dismantled from time to time, he had never begged for mercy.

DuPont's shares are everything to him.

Even if he begs for mercy now, he survives.

But, if he loses DuPont's shares, what's the point of survival?

If you don’t have money, you might as well die.

Henry didn't expect that someone would be so resilient.
To be continued...