"Fake! Fake! These damn bed bugs! The stinky garbage in these sewers..." In a building in the city center, a man in his gray suit, with a bald eagle hook nose and concave cheekbones, smashing the items in the room with a "rattle~" on his face.

He cursed: "There are those damn European idiots, so many of them, and we have given so much support, but they can't even catch them! What do they do for food?! Are they all pig tricks?!"

Several men in black standing on the side of the man lowered their heads and didn't say anything. Only the old man in a gray suit was constantly venting his emotions. After smashing and smashing for a long time, he seemed to have recovered.

He sat on the chair with a flushed face, looked at the people in front of him and waved his hands: "What do they say now?"

"They hope that we will take action, especially in Xiangdao, Southeast Asia, South America and Africa..." The man standing on the far left stood up, lowered his head and whispered: "Their sites in those areas have been completely lost and have no ability to stop service providers..."

When the old man heard this, his face became ferocious again: "I know these idiots have never been in intelligence work, but they have no common sense at all?! Don't you know how to pull people away in advance?!"

"Time is too hasty, and more importantly, they dare not take too much action at all. Otherwise, it will easily attract the attention of service providers, and the entire plan will be leaked..."

But the man on the right smiled bitterly and whispered: "Actually, I advised us not to start from the beginning. Although the old crow is dead, Benoit is not so easy to be killed. Especially the general manager, he is extremely cunning..."

"You talk about the manager, I need someone to explain to me how he escaped from our killing game! Later, where he hid, why those European idiots and you idiots couldn't find him!"

The man in black in the middle finally spoke at this time. But he saw him standing up slowly and said in a deep voice: "We don't know much about the service provider, and the resources that the manager, as the manager, possesses, are something we have no way to dig out..."

"Not to mention the past, even now we can't figure out how many contacts he has. And how many independent spies are in hiding and doing things for service providers."

After a pause, the man in black smiled bitterly and said, "Not to mention the service providers, even the Legion, we have not figured out how many knights and how many jazz they have. No one knows the foundations they rely on for their lives except the Legion Commander and designated heirs..."

"Not to mention jackals, we have probably hurt them until now. But over the years, how many jackals have been transferred to other mercenary groups and in which companies? We have no way of knowing how many resources they have mastered..."

But the man paused and whispered: "We have done everything we can now, but the result doesn't seem very good..."

The old man had a dark face and said nothing. However, he did not blame these people. Obviously, he also knew that what the man in the middle was saying was the truth.

Jackals, legions, and service providers are not that easy to deal with. If they could be easily dealt with, they would have all died eight hundred years ago. How could they still survive until now?!

"Tell Zion, the bastards of the Holy See, things have reached this point. If they still stand by and watch, I will really choose to surrender." The old man squinted his eyes, almost roaring: "Don't think they can stay out of the matter and sit and get the fruit of victory!"

The man in the middle hesitated and whispered, "Your Excellency, what if they really don't choose to help?"

"Then let's contact the jackal and the damn cook." The old man sneered: "I believe he will be very interested in knowing who has hidden the undercurrents that have been surging and who are actually trying to restore their former glory."

But the old man stood up and walked to the window and looked at the crowds of people under the building: "They want to charge us, and then they can reap the benefits of the fisherman?! There is no such a good thing, don't think I don't know what role they play in this matter."

No one is willing to give up power and withdraw from the stage of history. It is only because everyone is helpless that they make this choice. If they have the opportunity, don’t they want to return to the center of the stage?!

Of course, without the attack power, they wisely chose not to compete for the unscrambled minions. But they could clamor for others to do it and then quietly expand their power.
Chapter completed!