Super Engineering Boss System

It didn't take long at all, and the red dots all over the map disappeared instantly.

Only the flashing red dots on Sam's country plate were left, which looked like countless stars.

On that day, these people included Rothschild, members of the Las Vegas organization.

Everyone became depressed and restless.

Even the politicians around these people are terribly timid.

Some even lay directly at Rothschild's feet, seeking a trace of life.

"Everyone has mentioned the result of this riot, but no one understands what will happen if it fails!"

The ruler from the country of Declan stood up from the gloomy crowd and murmured.

"I can't go back either. Several congressmen were controlled by the crowd after returning. Even the security personnel of the presidential palace are not reliable now!"

Another European minister also said with a puzzled look on his face.

"The group of them seem to be suffering from some strange disease. As long as anyone mentions Ye Ping, they all look like crazy people. If anyone mentions Ye Ping, they will come up and fight for you!"

……

This group of dignitaries competed one by one in the crowd.

The expressions on everyone's faces looked like they were facing an enemy.

Still, for Sam the golden old man who is the former president of the country.

He looked relaxed and didn't see any uneasiness.

After all, the worst trouble in the world belongs to Sam's country.

Not to mention on the street, just around the area of ​​the White Palace, there are already countless people gathered at the door, shouting loudly to kill Ye Ping.

However, there are also some fans who made some remarks on the Internet, calling him a golden old ghost!

"Let me tell everyone, don't be discouraged! Sam's people can still see the reality clearly! Know the right direction. And your so-called city management should reflect! Why can't you get the support of the citizens!"

"Your people support you! But look at how many people are scolding you on the Internet!"

One of the senators immediately took out his mobile phone and pointed it at him.

"The golden-yellow old ghost is like densely packed ants, covering the entire screen of the phone. The black one looks quite tense."

"Why is it called the golden yellow old ghost!"

A politician couldn't understand, so he mentioned something in a low voice.

"Golden old ghost? Didn't you see that his hair is golden yellow! He has a square face. I think he should be called the golden yellow generous ghost!"

"Anyway! He still has the most support. Our people are so betrayed..."

……

The golden old ghost ignored it, turned around and went out with Rothschild.

"The situation is unclear! Sam's country is about to become a safe place, but also a dangerous place. It is safe because most of the people here are against that bastard Ye Ping!"

"The danger is that the world's filth will be dumped here. Including all kinds of criminals! This city has the potential to become a city of sin!"

Rothschild said with a worried face.

"You don't worry too much! We can take up arms, we can resist! I also have a nuclear-powered aircraft carrier! I also have a large transport plane! As for energy, I can raise some!"

The golden old ghost said firmly with a nonchalant expression on his face.

Rothschild shook his head,

"It's over! If you don't have a younger brother, you're just a bare-bones leader! Going against the whole world will result in failure! You can't change anything!"

Seeing Rothschild's expression, the golden old ghost suddenly realized the current state of the world.

His heart suddenly fell into an ice cave, where did the most powerful Sam country in the world go!
"We still have friends! There are hundreds of rulers in the world with us!"

The golden old ghost raised his finger and pointed at the dignitaries in the room who were discussing a lot!
After hearing this, Rothschild couldn't help laughing,
"Your friends? Rulers of nations?"

"Dude! Who do they rule? Look at the people on the street! What do I get for tens of billions of dollars? You let them rule?"

Rothschild couldn't help but sneered.

"They are useless cripples now!"

"Follow-up, you golden yellow old ghost is about to become a useless cripple! You go back and look at your company! Your assets are shrinking day by day!"

"Wait until the garbage of all mankind is dumped here. Your hotel? Your real estate? Hospital? School? Hehehe, the projects you think can be profitable will turn into garbage one after another! You golden old ghost will eventually become like a street bum That way!"

After Rothschild finished speaking, he left angrily.

Not to mention that he can't help the golden old ghost, even his own family has no way to keep him.

As for his Rothschild's brother, Roth Charlton, he couldn't save him, and everything ended in failure.

Just when Rothschild felt that all this was hopeless, a mysterious man in yellow called him.

Rothschild turned around and glanced at the big man.

He knew that yellow represented intelligence.

For members of the Las Vegas organization.

This so-called intelligence is all information obtained from a vulgar and dirty environment.

If it weren't for the authenticity and reliability of these information, I'm afraid these big guys in yellow wouldn't be able to survive in this circle at all.

"Now all the intelligence and information can't save us! I personally said that I have given up!"

Rothschild spread his hands,
"Stop talking to me about money! I don't have any wealth! I've lost a large part of it. Not even the luxury of bread! If you need it, I suggest you go to the fair-haired, good-looking Quite a strong old ghost, go!"

Rothschild's unfriendly, voluble rhetoric did not draw the Las Vegas group member's ire.

he laughed,
"I'm going to introduce you to a new friend, and I have a brilliant plan."

"Really? Then let me invest tens of billions of dollars! Please! Even if you sell me, I won't be able to pay any more!"

Rothschild said in a strange way.

"I won't let you invest! It will bring you extremely high profits! Don't worry!"

The big man in yellow stepped away, and a submissive middle-aged man came behind him.

He has an oriental face and black hair mixed with a little gray.

He had a square face, which seemed familiar to Rothschild.

"This is our big sponsor! Luo Xiansen!"

The big man in yellow said in a deep voice.

The man quickly bowed his head and smiled,
"Hello, Mr. Luo!"

Rothschild did not speak, his face was indifferent, and he was quickly reviewing some information in his mind.

He was analyzing what the man in front of him was useful to him.