The Almighty Taoist of the Beautiful President

Chapter 306

London, in the New Babylon bar, Macbeth was wearing a white suit, gently put down his mobile phone, he got up and said to a group of people in suits and ties: "Come here today, the handicap between Hillilla and Trump, to do Bigger, this election is full of entertainment, everyone is an elite on Wall Street, I don’t need to teach you how to make money, go, there are benefits I have prepared for you outside, but you’d better take it easy, don’t get caught up body."

This group of people stood up respectfully and excitedly, bowed to Macbeth one by one, and went happily.

Macbeth stretched, picked up the phone again, this time with an extremely serious expression, he opened layers of encrypted emails, and sent a special message.

An unknown satellite in outer space, controlled by New Babylon Borderlands, protruded its antenna from the camouflage of abandoned space junk, and this message was sent to the entire world.

Turkey, on a cargo ship in the port of Antalya, the captain was drinking dark beer. The phone vibrated in his arms. When he opened it, a blank message appeared. He put down the dark beer and beckoned the first officer to come over. Said a few words, quickly got off the boat.But half an hour later, the Turkish captain had already changed into a black suit and appeared at the airport carrying a suitcase.

"Go to Huaxia..." The captain smiled at the charming security policewoman, showing his white teeth.

Russia, a group of patrolling sentries were walking in the Red Square in Moscow. At this moment, a young and handsome sentry suddenly dropped the gun on his back and rushed out at a trot. Everyone else was stunned.

Four or ten minutes later, the sentinel appeared on a military transport plane in a black suit, and he was also carrying a suitcase in his hand.

In Paris, France, the CEO of an emerging technology company was giving an inspiring speech at a reception. Then he suddenly looked down at his phone and said sorry, not even looking at the new female model he got. After leaving the hotel in a hurry, he changed into a black suit in his car, buttoned a silver button, and reached out to touch the double-headed dragon rune engraved on the button, showing an excited expression.

A private jet was already waiting at the airport, and the CEO, who had just become a multimillionaire, boarded the plane with a black suitcase.

United States, Seattle, University of Washington, a famous professor of philosophy put down the chalk in his hand, then turned to the students and said: "Homework, discuss the different influences of philosophy on Caesar and Alexander, and give it to me on Monday." After finishing speaking, Amidst the cheers of the students, he gave up the class and rushed out of the classroom.

The teaching assistant with glasses was stunned. When did the professor run so fast? Doesn't he have Parkinson's disease?
But the professor of philosophy rushed to the courtyard wall of this Ivy League school, stretched out his hand to touch the tree next to him, and jumped over the high wall with a whoosh. While pulling his tie, he turned on his phone and looked at the blank message. There was a deep smile on the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, all over the world, there are seven people of different identities and ages who urgently gather together because of a blank message.

They ate desperately on different planes, whether it was plane meals or fast food burgers, the appearance of eating was really terrible.

When these seven people finally entered the isolated island in the Pacific Ocean through different methods, they were all full of food and drink, wearing black suits with silver double-headed dragon buttons flashing each other's identities, but they were all carrying the same suitcase , laughing and hugging each other.

"Brother, long time no see, you have a belly."

"Hey, I heard that you are a professor at a university? Unexpectedly, you, who once single-handedly blew up the lair of Colombian drug lords, turned out to be a professor."

"How do you solve it every day on the boat? Right hand or left hand? Haha..."

They joked with each other, greeted each other or cursed each other, but their expressions were full of long-lost excitement and excitement.

In the end, the seven hands were tightly held together, revealing the black tattoo on the wrist.

Seven silver buttons were also gathered together, and the two-headed dragon on each button was different, which represented their unusual identities in the underground world.

They are the seven demon kings of hell, representing the seven original sins, and each of them has a tattoo named and blessed by "that man" himself.

Legend has it that Lucifer, the former vice-king of Heaven, the right hand of God, and the Archangel of the Holy Light Seraphim, led the seven most powerful war angels to launch a rebellious war in the southern part of Heaven due to various reasons. After failing, he was taken to the Genesis Mountain He fell into the sky and eventually entered hell to become a demon.

In reality, there is an Eastern Lucifer who summons these seven people from different countries and different backgrounds together, rescues them from their original sins, and forms the "Seven Demon Kings of Hell" that terrifies the underground world!
After hugging each other, the seven men picked up their suitcases and walked towards the center of the isolated island.

In the place where the Obon Festival is held, in the center of the isolated island, there is a natural square arena.

A flat boulder is black and red on it. The blood shed in each life-and-death battle will not be washed, and it will all stay on this boulder arena, becoming a symbol of darkness and blood.

The seven men stood under the ring, glanced at each other, gave their blessings again, and then disappeared around the isolated island with their suitcases.

They can hide anywhere, whether it's under a reef or in a dense forest.

But after a while, the isolated island regained its calm, and night fell.

Li Changan stood on the deck of the Xingchen Princess, nodded with satisfaction, turned to Weiwei and said, "Let's go."

Weiwei was very disappointed: "Why don't you go on board and play?"

Li Changan smiled: "You are so interested, I will take you with me when the Bon Festival starts."

Weiwei cheered: "Long live!"

At this time, on a cargo ship three hundred nautical miles away from the isolated island, several people from different countries sat together frowning.

They are from Yakuza in Japan, Zhihongtang Branch in Malaysia, Qixing Gang in South Korea, and Pingchuan faction in Myanmar and Vietnam.

The last person was an Indian wrapped in a black robe. He claimed to be from the Weismoye Society and was a participant of the Sixth Force of the Obon Festival.

Now these five people, representing five different dark forces, are sitting together.

In front of them, there was the cheapest copycat mobile phone, and a strange electronic synthesized voice came from it: "No matter which side it is, if you kill Li Changan, you can get 1000 million US dollars! Kill anyone around Li Changan, [-] million US dollars!" Dollars!"

The representative of the Japanese Yakuza snorted: "We don't care about money."

The representatives of the Vietnamese Pingchuan faction and Zhihongtang became short of breath. They need money, and they need money very much.

The representative of the South Korean Seven Stars Gang gave the Japanese a cold look and clenched his fists: "I hope you can show your sincerity so that I can bear the insult of sitting with the Japanese!"

The representative of the Japanese Yakuza didn't say a word, just pulled out the katana, inserted it between the Korean representative's legs, and then threw off his clothes, revealing the black tattoos all over his body.

The representative of the Seven Star Gang let out a strange cry, and pointed a silver revolver at the Japanese's lower abdomen.

But the electronically synthesized voice on the phone said coldly at this moment: "My greatest sincerity is the exclusive supply of 50% of the production of molasses in the Bekaa Valley of Lebanon. Whoever kills Li Changan can get this exclusive supply!"

All the representatives were short of breath, even the confronting Japanese Yakuza and Korean Seven Star Gang put away their weapons.

Lebanon's Bekaa Valley is now one of the world's four largest ash production areas, and half of its production is dedicated to supplying it every year, which is a $10 billion business.

"Li Changan's head must be obtained!" Greedy eyes appeared in the eyes of the five representatives...

(End of this chapter)