Infinite Sims

　　 Empire State Building, seventh floor underground.

　　In a huge circular space with two floors, there is a circular table in the center of the first floor, and the circular table is full of surging darkness.

　　 On the second floor of the grandstand, there are golden seats engraved with weird symbols, and the seats are far apart.

　　 There are old men wearing expensive custom suits or pure white gold-rimmed robes sitting on the seats.

　　 If there are outsiders here, even people who don't pay much attention to the news can recognize some of them as "big men" who are extremely active in the political and business circles.

　　 this moment.

　　 Together, these big figures who control more than 70% of the wealth and power of the Federation looked at the black-robed and white-haired old man on the circular table below.

　　 "Frank, do you know what you did wrong?"

　　 The speaker is on the second floor. He is an old man with white hair and skinny, so old that he may die at any time.

　　 The old man’s chair is a bit higher than the other people’s chair, and it is full of complicated and weird patterns, like a crown, highlighting the difference from other people.

　　 Plop!

The black-robed and white-haired old man Frank knelt on the ground, his hands resting on the ground, and the old man above crying bitterly said: "President Bridges, I am wrong. I shouldn't try to summon the God of All-Knowing, I shouldn't do it for Fleeing, sacrificing the club’s elite, I shouldn’t hide it from the club..."

　　 Speaking of this, he suddenly stopped.

　　 He saw Bridges raise his palm, which meant he stopped.

　　 "Frank, it seems you still don't know where you are wrong."

　　 Bridges put down some trembling palms and sighed softly: "You are wrong because you didn't succeed."

　　 Frank felt a bit bitter in his heart.

　　 Yes, if the **** descending ceremony can be successful, his position in the gods will rise instantly, and he may be able to replace the old immortal and become the president of the gods.

　　 But he knew that regret was useless, kowtow frantically, and cried out: "I know I was wrong a lot, but I am willing to make up, I am willing to..."

　　 "Cough~cough~"

　　 Bridges coughed violently twice, his face distorted, as if he was about to vomit blood and internal organs.

　　 Slowly.

　　 He ignored Frank who was begging for mercy from below, and tremblingly raised his hand and shook it.

　　哧!

At the lower corner of 　　, five black tentacles flew out of the surging darkness, tying Frank's hands, feet and head.

　　 Frank was shocked: "No, President Bridges, please give me one more time..."

　　 Click!

　　 Before the word "chance" was spoken, his hands, feet and head were torn apart by black tentacles and pulled into the darkness, leaving only a crazily blood-spraying torso in place.

　　 In the deep darkness, there were several chewing sounds.

　　 The expressions of the people in the stands on the second floor remained unchanged, as if they were accustomed to this scene.

　　 Some of them are expressionless, some are excited, some sneer and disdain, and more people have elegant smiles.

　　 No one knows whether this is what they really think or the mask on their faces.

　　 But when their eyes glance over Bridges occasionally, they will involuntarily show a trace of fear and jealousy.

　　 As early as thirty years ago, when the Celestial Society was founded, Bridges looked like he was about to enter the earth. Now thirty years later, he still looks like this.

　　 occupies the position of chairman, dying to death.

　　 "Now, let's discuss the next thing."

　　 Bridges said weakly, tapping the handrail lightly with his fingertips.

　　 Discuss the next thing?

　　 Many people sneered in their hearts and said it was a discussion. Have you asked our opinion several times?

　　 Of course, they did not dare to say this sentence.

　　Actually, the reason why Frank was able to hide from Bridges, steal the divine object and successfully initiate the surrender ritual, is inseparable from their secret support.

　　 And they did this because they wanted other people to challenge the old immortality who had served as the president for thirty years.

　　 It turns out that the plan has failed again.

　　 But they will not give up.

　　 Frank is not the first person to die because of this, and he will definitely not be the last.

　　 At this time.

　　 Several monitors were slowly dropped from the top, and the direction of each monitor was different, ensuring that everyone present could see it.

　　 The dark screen lights up.

　　 A wide road appears on the display.

　　 As the camera zooms in, you can see a fast-moving off-road vehicle, with only the driver in the car, a black-haired man with exaggerated muscles.

　　 "This kid, I believe many of you should have understood it?"

　　 Bridges gently turned his head, and glanced at the others with his muddy eyes.

　　 Within a few moments, several people spoke.

　　 "His name is Jiang Garcia, and he has shown a personality and abilities different from ordinary people since he was a child. He has the special ability to perceive dangerous species and eliminate them."

"Three years ago, this kid founded the Demon Removal Company and broke into the world of dangerous species as a remover, setting a 100% successful removal record, and was recognized as one of the strongest removers in the industry a year ago. Codename-Devil!"

　　 "He seldom shows his strength in front of others, but combined with the energy fluctuations every time he does it, and the degree of damage to his surroundings, his strength can definitely be called the first clearer."

　　 "Once, I wanted to hire this kid as my bodyguard, but he refused."

　　 "I also tried to recruit this kid, and the shares were still used, so that he could earn several times as much money as a clearer every year by lying down~www.wuxiamtl.com~ but he refused."

　　 "I have watched this kid's fighting video. Few scavengers can possess his strength and maintain a human appearance."

　　 "Although this child is young, he is very strong and not affected by money, and his emotions are very weak. It can be said that he has almost no weakness."

　　 "The strength of this child comes from the difference from other scavengers, most likely his left arm..."

　　 Everyone tells most of Jiang Ren's life stories, even including some very secret information.

　　 And in addressing Jiang Ren, they are all called children subconsciously. After all, even the youngest person present is over sixty years old.

　　 "Yes, this kid is a talent, but unfortunately it can't be used by us."

　　 Bridges' face was calm, and he said lightly: "Now this kid seems to treat us as a goal of elimination."

"what?"

　　 Someone couldn't help but exclaim when he heard this sentence.

　　 It is undeniable that this scavenger is indeed very strong, strong enough to be called the strongest human, but they don't think it can pose a threat to them.

　　 After all, they are all standing at the top of the wealth rights pyramid, controlling the food, clothing, shelter, and transportation of hundreds of millions of people, and even the "gods" of life.

　　 How can a man beat "God"?

　　 So, apart from being surprised, they are amused.

　　 "So, how are we going to treat this kid?"

　　 Bridges' lips curled up slightly, revealing a sullen smile.

　　 "He is still a child after all."

　　 "So, just send him to see God!"

　　 "Yes, we have always been very tolerant towards children..."

　　 The result is not surprisingly the same.