Infinite Sims

Chapter 42 He is still a child after all

Empire State Building, seventh basement floor.

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

On the second floor of the stands, there are golden seats inscribed with strange symbols, and the seats are far apart.

Sitting on the seats are old men wearing expensive custom suits or pure platinum-trimmed robes.

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

now.

Together, the big men who control over [-]% of the Federation's wealth and power all 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 was on the second floor, an old man with white hair and scrawny, who seemed to be dying at any time.

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

thump!
The black-robed and white-haired old man Frank slammed on the ground, with his hands on the ground, and the old man above crying bitterly said, "President Bridges, I was wrong, I shouldn't have tried to summon the Omniscient God, I shouldn't have done it for the sake of Running away and sacrificing the elite of the branch, I shouldn't hide it from the general meeting..."

Having said that, he suddenly stopped.

He saw Bridges raise his palm, which meant to stop him.

"Frank, it looks like you still don't know where you're going wrong."

Bridges put down his trembling palms and sighed softly: "Your fault is your failure to succeed."

Frank felt a little bitter in his heart.

Yes, if the god descending ceremony can be successful, his status in the Deity Society will rise instantly, and maybe he can replace this old immortal and become the president of the Deity Society.

But he knew that regret had no effect, so he kowtowed frantically, and cried loudly: "I know I made a lot of mistakes, but I am willing to make up for it, I am willing to..."

"cough~cough~"

Bridges coughed violently twice, his face distorted to the extreme, as if he was about to spit out blood and internal organs.

Slow down.

He ignored Frank, who kept begging for mercy below, and raised his hand tremblingly and waved it.

Chi!
In the corner below, five black tentacles flew out of the surging darkness, binding Frank's hands, feet and head.

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

Click!

Before the word "opportunity" could be uttered, his hands, feet and head were torn off by the black tentacles and pulled into the darkness, leaving only a crazily blood-spitting torso.

In the deep darkness, there were a few 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 were expressionless, some were excited, some sneered with disdain, and more people wore elegant smiles.

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

But when their eyes swept across Bridges occasionally, they would involuntarily reveal a trace of fear and fear.

As early as 30 years ago, when the Celestial Society was founded, Bridges looked like he was about to die. Now 30 years later, he still looks like this.

Occupying the position of the president, he will die.

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

Bridges said weakly, and tapped the armrest with his fingertips.

Discuss the next thing?
Many people sneered in their hearts and said it was a discussion. Have you asked our opinion a few times?
Of course, they didn't dare to say that.

In fact, the reason why Frank was able to deceive Bridges, steal the fetish and successfully start the descending ceremony was inseparable from their secret support.

And they did this in order to let other people challenge this old immortal who has been the chairman for 30 years.

As it turned out, the plan failed again.

But they won't give up.

Frank wasn't the first to die because of it, and he definitely won't be the last.

At this time.

Several monitors slowly dropped from the top, each with a different orientation to ensure that everyone present could see it.

The dark screen lights up.

A wide road appeared in the display.

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

"This child, I believe that many of you should know about it?"

Bridges turned his head slightly, his cloudy eyes scanning the others.

It didn't take a moment for a few people to speak up.

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

"Three years ago, this kid founded the Demon Sweeping Company, broke into the world of dangerous species as a scavenger, set a record of [-]% successful scavenger, and was recognized as one of the strongest scavengers in the industry a year ago, Codename - Devil!"

"He rarely shows his strength in front of others, but combined with the energy fluctuations every time he makes a move, and the degree of destruction around him, his strength is definitely the number one clearer."

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

"I also tried to recruit this child, and I used shares, which allowed him to earn several times as much money as a scavenger every year, but he also refused."

"I've watched this kid's battle video, and there are very few scavengers who can have his strength and maintain a human appearance."

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

"This child's strength comes from being different from other clearers, most likely his left arm."

Everyone, with every word of yours, told most of Jiang Ren's life stories, even some very secret information.

In addressing Jiang Ren, they subconsciously called them children. After all, even the youngest of those present was over 60 years old.

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

Bridges' face was calm, and he said lightly: "Now this child seems to regard us as the target of scavenging."

"what?"

Hearing this sentence, some people could not help but exclaim.

It is undeniable that this scavenger is indeed strong, so strong that it can be called the strongest human being, but they do not think that this can pose a threat to them.

After all, they all stand at the top of the wealth and power pyramid, controlling the clothing, food, housing and transportation of hundreds of millions of people, and even the "gods" of life.

How can man overcome "God"?

So, besides being surprised, they were amused.

"So, what are we going to do with this child?"

The corners of Bridges' mouth twitched slightly, revealing a terrifying smile.

"He's still a kid after all."

"So, send him to see God!"

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

The results, unsurprisingly, were the same.

　I saw someone questioning, "Isn't it saying that the protagonist is not a human? Why are the first two volumes still human?"

　　Here, the fruit needs to explain. Strictly speaking, the protagonist of this volume is not a person. After all, his left arm is not the original one.
　　Another small disclosure, the protagonist of the next volume is not a human being.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)