Chapter 782： President Baker, you sit (1/2)
Chapter 758 President Baker, You Sit
It's late at night.
When Baker Richardson returned to the headquarters of the Paranormal Association, it was exactly three in the morning.
In China, it was around 3pm the next day.
The city where the headquarters of the Superpowers is located is known as the financial capital of the world. Anyone who has read books, has insight, and has heard the name of it all over the world.
It is conceivable that it has a place in the Michigan and a place in the world.
At three o'clock in the morning, what is it for this city? A world-class metropolis, a city that never sleeps, lights up all night, there are still millions of people active in the city, or enjoy the fun all night, or work all night.
Darkness does not belong here, nor does life at sunset belong here.
Those who enjoy the night and work all night do not know that the security of this world-class metropolis has quietly increased to several scales.
Police set up cards at the entrances and exits of every city to check all vehicles entering and leaving.
Drones are patrolling over the city, and any wind and grass move will be found immediately.
The miligan army is gathering here, live ammunition, and even tanks and various vehicle-mounted missiles.
Bloody families and **** organizations are also quietly taking action to protect related personnel and protect key strongholds.
The family members of the dignitaries were arranged into the underground security system, which is an underground sanctuary where missiles cannot be opened.
Only ordinary people are unaware of all this.
The Superheroes Association headquarters building, restored humanoid Baker Richardson, dressed in a smart suit and shiny shoes, opened the door of the conference room.
The meeting was convened by Baker Richardson, but he was 15 minutes late, leaving all the directors waiting for him.
The directors' eyes followed his steps, and the atmosphere was not good. This can be seen from the solemn eyes of the directors.
”Ladies and gentlemen, take it easy.” Baker Richardson stepped on the red carpet to the throne belonging to his chairman.
On his left is Miraris King, Justin Jean, two vice-chairmen, and on the right, Vice-Chairman Canid Shojiba.
The three of them, Rimiraris King, are solid supporters of Baker Richardson, Justin Jean-Neutral, and Vice President Shawjiba are incompatible with Baker Richardson.
Because his father was seriously ill in bed and replaced him with Gangsacks who participated in various affairs, he exclaimed: ”President Baker, you still have to think about how to deal with the matter at hand.”
He was referring to the fact that the quartet of Baoze, the Holy See, the island blood group, and the Beloberg Palace intended to attack the Association of Superpowers.
”Well, isn't this our youngest heir, I think you're hiding next to Dad's bed, trembling.” Baker Richardson mocked.
Gunsacks snorted, but did not dare to speak back with President Baker and scold.
McCarthy, light-haired, said: ”President Baker, the fighting in the Far East failed, the giants and the Neptune fell, and the Superpowers Association suffered heavy losses. You should understand that this responsibility cannot be avoided.”
”I have a responsibility, don't everyone here be responsible.” Baker Richardson shrugged. ”The cause of this war is that we want to get the baby of Li Xianyu. This is an external war we initiated.”
”The war is not over yet. This is not the time to shake the pot. We still have the opportunity to grab the fruit and grasp the power of time. By then, everyone here will be able to share the benefits of 'time'.”
”The problem now is that they will attack the headquarters of the Superpowers Association at any time.” A middle-aged woman in a white women's suit frowned. ”There are 10 million people in this city. Once they fight, who is responsible?”
”This is not an ordinary blood fight. The extreme path involved, half-step extremely path, can't count with both hands.”
Baker Richardson sneered: ”Who is responsible? Who was responsible for World War I? Who was responsible for World War II. Responsible for the defeat. We should have had this when we decided to send someone to attack the Poze Division. Aspects of the plan. ”
”The war has begun. What we need to do is not to consider losses, but how to win.”
When these guys are good, they will swarm with sharks that smell blood.
Haven't they considered Bao Ze's revenge?
Impossible, it has long been taken into consideration that if it is not unexpected, the core figures in the family will either shift or hide into the ground.
”I believe you are fully prepared to fight the enemy.”
Gangsacks snorted: ”Just right, the super soldiers that the association has been studying can be put into use.”
Beck Richardson said: ”Not enough. Contact all affiliates at once and ask them to send experts to support and tell them that if we win, we will share the global blood community.”
”To this end, I have prepared a big gift, I believe everyone will like it.”
Miraris King pulled out her cell phone and dialed the phone. A moment later, the door of the conference room was opened, and a dozen men in suits came in. The housekeeper came in, holding a silver tray.
Each director was assigned a large gift box, which contained pieces of flesh and blood.
”Everyone understands the beginning and end of the civil strife in the island nation's blood community. I don't think I need to say more.”
The directors looked at the flesh and blood of the unconscious wriggles, and they knew about the island shrine. They knew that this was the thing of the ancient demon, and Baker Richardson formed an alliance with the ancient demon. normal.
”In addition, I'll tell you another good news. The battle of the Pantheon was not nothing. In this battle, the broken army dominated.”
The broken army dominated?
The directors were all surprised and understandable. The battle failed to win fruit, but there will be casualties.
Imagine that so many masters gather in the Pantheon and want to retreat from the whole body, impossible.
”This is the first good news, which means that we have fewer competitors.” Baker Richardson replied: ”Next is the second good news ...”
He turned on the projector himself and lowered the curtain.
The light beam was projected on the curtain to form an image. A tall and burly dragon man stood on the deck with the sparkling sea in the background.
The directors were well-informed. After seeing this alien creature, they still took a breath.
At this time, the dragon man looked at the camera, and arched toward everyone.