Apart from those who are conscious, CIA is more ordinary people, including investigators in intelligence, special forces regiments responsible for cover operations, kitchen food personnel, cleaners, etc.

There are 560 people in total.

Jack chose people from here first, so he was naturally familiar with them.

Compared to the people outside, everyone in CIA 9 stayed by his side, and he remembered everyone's name, and had already figured out his personality and habits.

Let them become death, and controllability will be higher.

Tonight, everyone was woken up and gathered in the ground floor hall of CIA 9. The shining lights illuminate the place as bright as the day.

Jack explained the story to them, and started to choose from the front row, "Pierre, Calice, Ellie..."

He called out people who could become the god of death, screened out three hundred people, and two hundred and sixty people stood on the left.

"The person on the right can go back."

Jack returned to the platform and watched the people on the right leave one after another until they were completely exposed. He looked at the people who stayed, "I just said that I became the captain of the Eighth Clan, and the Spirit King gave me the power to select team members, but this power is not 100% accurate, and there will always be errors.

You can choose not to participate in the selection. I will not use the power of my superiors to issue orders to you. This is all voluntary.

I hope you will consider it carefully and make a decision. Those who are unwilling to participate in the selection should raise their right hand."

No one raised his hand, and the expression on everyone's face was more excited than fear. Everyone thought that they were the special person.

Jack understood this, and the so-called inquiry was just a cunning trick, and he wanted to make himself more at ease.

"Die during the selection will be treated as the battlefield, and your family will never have to worry about food and use in their entire life."

This is the only compensation Jack can make. He doesn't know how many people will die, but only knows that those people die because of their own judgment.

He can only take responsibility and strive for better treatment.

As for the option to stop, he never considered it, it was a necessary sacrifice.

Not to mention that before Tang Long, at least, we cannot lag behind the formation of the third team. If we want to maintain the dominance of the world, we must not be able to do it with kindness.

"If there is no other problem, let's start."

Jack sat on the stool, holding the token in his hand and patted his abdomen. The spirit body escaped from his body and walked to the front of the first row of people. He pulled out the Zanpakura.

The Huatian Kuang Bone, which has no beginning to be solved, is a samurai sword.

He took a deep breath and stabbed the heart of the person in front of him with a knife. No blood was splashed out, and there were no scars when the knife was pulled out. He just fainted.

This is successful.

He breathed a sigh of relief, caught the person, slowly placed it on the ground, and started the next one.

Puchi, blood suddenly bloomed, and the dark-skinned man's pupils instantly lost color, and he didn't even snort.

Jack's face was heavy and he also helped him fall to the ground.

Dead, live, dead.

With constant wave of swords, fewer and fewer people standing in the hall, blood gradually began to spread, and the remaining people became more and more nervous, and the number of dead people far exceeded that of living people.

But even so, no one shouted that he wanted to run away.

If you go against the will of heaven, you will definitely have no problem!

They repeatedly emphasized in their hearts that even though their legs were shaking and their foreheads were sweating, they still bit their lips tightly.

Withdrawal at this time will definitely be a regret for the rest of your life.

The last person.

Jack drew his knife, and blood swung toward the ground along the blade. He caught the person and slowly placed it on the ground.

After the test, there were 260 people, and only fifty people survived.

His hands were shaking, and he took a deep breath, the air was filled with blood, "Damn..."

Jack turned around and returned to his body. He stood up and walked outside the hall door, "Look for someone to clean up, carry the fifty sleeping people to the room, remember the names of the dead, report them to the top according to the death, and protect the bodies and use our special plane to send them back to China."

"Yes, Director Jack." The guard responded.

Another person trotted over in the moonlight, "Director Jack, the Rockefeller family sent you an invitation letter, hoping that you can go to the banquet tonight."

"That group of vampires."

Jack whispered.

The person who sent the message was so scared that he was disappointed and reminded: "Director Jack."

"I understand." He waved his hand, no matter how disgusted the vampires, he could not ignore them.

Compared to the president who may be replaced in four years, these capital giants will never let go of their status and power until they die.

Their words are more influential than the president, transcend the shackles of national borders, and can resound throughout the Western world.

Because the top capital giants have long been united, divided their own cakes and made the greatest profits.

Compared with the vast crowd, they are so few that in order to avoid hanging street lights as pendants, the interior looks very united and exclusive.

Any rising stars who want to touch the cake they are bound to be suppressed and destroyed by collective suppression.

Including the president of the country.

Now, they are eyeing the cake of Death as soon as possible.

Jack gradually adjusted his mood on the way to the car.

When he arrived at the door of the mansion, he smiled brightly on his face. He opened the car door and walked towards the old man standing at the gate. He said in an extremely enthusiastic tone: "Dear Mr. Rockefeller, for the first time I met, I am Jack Davis."

The contemporary head of Rockefeller also opened his arms and smiled on his old face, "I know you, the hero of the Davis family."

"It's my honor to be known to you," Jack said, feeling nauseous and wanting to vomit, disgusted by the old man in front of him, and his own hypocrisy.

"Haha, don't be so restrictive. With the relationship between our two families, you can call me Grandpa Andrew."

Jack suddenly remembered that there was a saying in the country of Tang that there was a distant relative in the deep mountains.

There is indeed a relative relationship between the Davis family and the Rockefeller family, but it is the kind that cannot be broken.

He became the captain of the Eighth Clan of Death, and had the power to select the God of Death, and his distant relatives instantly became close relatives.

The world's top capitalist is willing to let him call him grandpa.

The purpose is probably to become the god of death and continue his life that is about to be buried.

"Thank you for Grandpa Andrew's kindness."

Jack was disgusted in his heart, and he still couldn't offend the old man in front of him.

Andrew's eyes became more gentle, and he held his hand and walked towards the mansion, like his grandfather, caring about his daily life in Tokyo, whether he had any girlfriends or plans to get married.

Jack said that when he met true love, he would not marry that girl in his life, so as not to marry this old man.

"Grandpa Andrew, there is actually something I don't know if I should say."

"Jack, just say anything."

Jack held his hand and said, "I think you are qualified to be the god of death. This is because this feeling is not very accurate. Just now, only fifty people survived after 260 people screening."

"Haha, don't worry, I'm always ready to sacrifice myself for justice."

Andrew thought that he was half-in-the-small, and he was still normal at the age when he couldn't wake up, so how could he retreat?

Becoming a god of death is the only way to extend your life.
Chapter completed!