The Rockefeller's mansion is quite brilliant, and the Emperor's mansion will look particularly shabby compared to this place.

The inside and outside are coated with gold powder and matched with pure white marble columns to support a magnificent European-style building.

There is white mist at the door.

Crystal lamps hang in the lobby, releasing a light golden light on the flowing white mist on the ground.

Everyone inside was dressed luxuriously, especially women, whose jewelry was so dazzling that people were wearing.

Jack entered the lobby with Andrew, and the white mist behind him suddenly increased, blocking the door, making it more and more like a fairyland outside the world.

On the table are dishes that can be named by various countries, including French, British, Japanese, Chinese, etc.

What attracted Jack the most was that several women washed very cleanly, like white jade carved lying there with sushi on their bodies.

They may not eat a few bites of these dishes, but when the guests come, the pomp should definitely not be missed.

They are not short of money, and they don't think it's a waste of food.

Andrew took him to the center and acted as the host, introducing them one by one.

Jack expressed his respect for each of them.

These old people are invisible rich people and play an important role in the political arena of various countries. In the past, it was difficult for him to meet him. He had only heard of their deeds.

"This is Mr. Mali."

Jack finally found someone who could mock him a few words and asked deliberately: "Mr. Ma, why don't you go to Tang's third team?"

Ma Lai, who looked like a monkey, said without changing his expression: "That Tang Long claims to be a gentleman, pretends to be noble and wants to select team members from active-duty soldiers. To put it bluntly, he just wants to develop an army that obeys his orders."

"Haha," Jack smiled. He really judged a gentleman by his villain's heart.

He didn't know anything else about Tang Long, but there was one thing that he still understood very well. He was definitely a firm red idea and could not form a clique for personal gain.

From a practical perspective, soldiers are more in line with the requirements of team members.

If possible, he also wants to choose from the soldiers, but the above will not agree.

Choosing people from Japan's CIA 9 is already the biggest concession made by the top. The next quota is definitely the capital in front of you, followed by the relevant personnel selected by politicians.

He continued to greet socially, wasting forty-five minutes and thirty-seven seconds, recognizing all these things and introducing himself, and insisting on giving a series of rich people with full names.

Jack finally got to the point, "You are all elites in the Western world. I will say that in terms of qualifications, you all have the potential to become a god of death, but this feeling is not very accurate.

I just tested in CIA 9, 260 people, 50 people alive. If you know this elimination rate and want to become a god of death, I will help you."

"Jack, we're different." One person spoke.

People around him nodded and agreed.

The people present were either over fifty years old, high school students or college students, and they were in their youthful and prosperous period.

No one would be willing to give up the quota to become the God of Death.

"Okay, I'll tell you first. If you succeed in the selection, you will faint. If you fail, your heart will be bleeding."

Jack explained, sitting on a stool, leaning against the table, patting his body with the token of death, his head drooped, and his spirit body left his body.

The rich people lined up and waited for the test of death, and were somewhat excited.

Jack started with Andrew and stabbed the old man in the heart with a knife, and no blood splashed out. The knife was pulled out and the old man fainted.

He held it, applause rang out at the scene, and he began to aim for the next one.

Twenty-seven people, and through twenty-six people, Mali died.

Such a high pass rate surprised Jack a little, and after thinking about it, he felt that it was normal.

Regardless of the morality, ability and personality of these people are indeed one of the best, they are truly the pillars who have maintained the operation of the Western world and will support the Western world in the future.

It is the elite among the elite.

But how could Mali die?

In terms of ability and personality, this rich man who started from scratch has no reason to be inferior to Andrew and the others.

Jack thought about it and the only explanation was that the eighth team did not have a Zanpakura suitable for Mali.

According to the words of the Spirit King, the sword he can control is the Eighth Team. Other teams may have Zanpakura suitable for Mali, but this person has no chance to continue trying.

He quickly retreated back to his body and shouted to the outside, "Come."

The maid in black and white clothes walked through the white fog, and did not look at the rich people who fell to the ground, walked directly to him and asked respectfully: "Hello, do you need anything?"

"Take Mr. Andrew and the others back to their rooms and tell them that the only one who failed to obtain the Zanpakura was Mali. I have other things to do, so I will say goodbye first."

Jack did not stay here, and his silent phone would shake from time to time, which means that there was a message sent. He didn't have to open it and read it, and he could know that the person above was urging him to hurry up.

Don’t want to sleep tonight, there are a lot of people and things waiting behind.

He worked all night.

From the CIA 9th Bureau in Chiyo District to the Rockefeller mansion, he then moved to the Yokosuka Base for a large-scale selection.

It was not until May 22 that 1,500 people were eliminated, and the quota of 500 team members was filled.

Jack felt that the fifty percent of what the Spirit King said should refer to a person, not the overall feeling.

To facilitate protection and recording, Jack concentrated all his team members at the temporary station outside Yokosuka Base.

Let them depict their dreams, analyze them by professionals, and use scientific methods to awaken them as soon as possible.

Three days later, the eighth team was truly established, and all the members liberated Zanpakura, and the people from the CIA 9 were happy to tell Jack about their abilities.

The rest of the people seem very stingy and are unwilling to reveal their abilities to outsiders. They have a strong sense of confidentiality.

Jack didn't care.

From the beginning, he understood that the team members he could command were fifty people from the CIA 9th Bureau.

Only these people will stay in Japan to help him deal with false cases and deal with possible future crimes of death.

Put aside him, the captain of the Eighth Division, the captain of the Third Division, and the captain of the Eleventh Division, the Captain of the Seven Seas Huzi.

The unknown envoy of the Spirit King is still giving out Zanpakura due diligence, with the location restricted to the Tokyo area. The time is usually after 5 o'clock, all day on weekends, and one or two o'clock on Saturday afternoon.

This time rule makes people infer that the identity is either a teacher or a student.

Ikebukuro distributes the most Zanpakus, followed by Shinjuku, Shibuya and other places.

But Jack did not want to rashly contact the envoy of the Spirit King. The other party was wearing a mask and a black cloak, and it was obvious that he didn't want people to know his identity. He forced himself to expose it, and could not see any benefits.

I just arranged for people to visit those areas from time to time and try my luck.
Chapter completed!