The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 403 Mission 1
"Ping!"

Fragments as smooth as jade and as smooth as fat were scattered everywhere, and the Darjeeling black tea, which was still warm, left irregular brown-gray stains on the wall.

Royal Worcester is a microcosm of Britain's more than 200-year porcelain history. As a royal state gift project and daily porcelain brand, it is world-renowned for producing high-quality porcelain and exquisite craftsmanship.

Such exquisite and precious utensils and furniture would be decent enough for a billionaire to use to entertain guests. But to the owner, they were no different from discounted goods in a 10-yuan store, and were merely casual victims of venting anger.

Another tea saucer was shattered miserably. The sharp residue drew a silver arc in the air and hit the cheek of the man holding the documents, causing pain.

However, he just tensed his body and dared not move at all, because any one of the figures around the cedar round table in front of him could make a secretary disappear from the world in a reasonable way just by moving his little finger.

Unlike the political figures in the White House who are replaced every four years, they are the real controllers of this country behind the scenes.

"A bunch of old-fashioned charlatans actually want to completely destroy [that], it's simply a waste of God's gift!"

The burly voice shouted loudly, his words filled with anger and regret, as if he was watching a plate full of delicious food being poured into the sewer.

The person next to him tried to persuade him softly, "Although I also feel it's a pity, I can understand it. After all, the situation is out of control. Should we let this living hell roam and expand at will?"

He laughed softly and said, "For safety reasons, half of West Virginia is now forced to evacuate in advance. When we talked on the phone this afternoon, our President was as manic as a bulldog in heat.

A supernatural disaster with tens of thousands of casualties occurred just before, and then such a drastic change happened right after. His reelection is definitely going to fail. Under such circumstances, we still have to provide some necessary support. "

Although his words were polite on the surface, his inner voice was full of arrogance. It was as if in his eyes, the loss of many lives was just a speck of dust, and the head of state was no different from an ordinary government clerk.

His companion was more straightforward: "What's a few casualties? You should know what Centralia represents.
Why did everyone pay such a huge price to preserve it for research?
Because it is a unique and precious example of a human body containing divinity! It is the eternal miracle we have been pursuing! How can we allow it to be destroyed!
You are only in your 70s, you can wait, but at my age... my body has become resistant to conventional methods of prolonging life! Ahem..."

He seemed to be speaking excitedly, and with a withered hand with exposed veins, he placed it on his chest and began to cough violently.

A crystal bottle with a thin neck was brought to him. He trembled as he pulled open the silver stopper engraved with magic patterns. The blood-red liquid poured into his throat. His violent breathing was immediately suppressed, and a bit more blood color appeared on his old palm.

The immediate effect is fascinating, but the prerequisite is that you have to have a heart hard and cold enough to ignore the numb or wailing souls of children scattered around.

Seeing that the argument was about to start, someone quickly tried to smooth things over:

"Don't get excited, I have a suggestion - just let that trump card move. After all, it has absorbed a lot of energy from the Giant in the Forest in recent years, so it should be able to make a move from a distance."

He then proposed another plan: "Isn't the church going to gather the coalition forces to attack? We can let them lead the charge first, and wait for the right opportunity to try to capture the target alive. Even if they fail, there won't be any loss, right?"

There was a moment of silence in the air, followed by a mixed discussion in low voices. After a moment, a unanimous opinion was reached.

"It's a good idea, I agree."

"Seconded!"

"I agree."

The figure at the head of the round table looked around and sipped his tea with satisfaction:
"I would like to remind you one more thing: don't forget to cover the package as before and keep it confidential."

He sneered arrogantly, "The glory of eliminating demons can be left to God's loyal servants, and the worldly benefits should be accepted by us ordinary people."

This smug joke brought today's conspiracy to an end.

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The old Tang Theatre in San Francisco was built during the early years of the gold rush.

The Eastern immigrants who came from across the oceans brought their homesickness for their homeland with them, which they added to the architecture in the form of flying eaves, brackets, and green tiles, creating a unique and exotic landscape on this new land.

However, with the passage of time, the spacious building has gone through more than a hundred years of ups and downs. Even after repeated renovations, it has gradually become cramped and narrow in the modern social evolution.

Therefore, decades ago, it had been stripped of its original practical function and turned into a first-class cultural and art museum for foreign tourists to occasionally visit and admire the development history of this famous western city.

However, today, it seems as if time has gone back and the bustling scene of the past has been restored.

In the theater lobby, a huge electronic screen replaced the curtain, projecting a detailed map. The audience was crowded, and each of them looked vigorous and capable.

All kinds of sorcerers under the command of the Chinese Chamber of Commerce gathered together, wearing a mixture of casual clothes and suits, cloth shoes and leather boots, carrying knives and swords, with guns on their waists, and their attire was a mixture of ancient and modern styles.

"Team No. 24 will arrive at the designated location within hours to assist officials in evacuating local residents..."

"Team Two will set up a flexible defense line in the designated area to intercept any scattered enemies that may infiltrate..."

"Team Three will serve as a mobile force and follow the directors to be on standby at any time..."

Orders were issued one after another in an orderly manner, and the crowd quickly received the orders and left the scene without any nonsense. It seemed swift and resolute, which made outsiders feel awe-inspiring and amazed at the fact that it was worthy of being the leading civilian supernatural force in the New World.

But in the eyes of those who knew the inside story, they only felt...

“It feels like there’s a lot of thunder but little rain.”

In the private room on the second floor, Zhu Mingyao looked at the busy scene outside and chewed his tongue between his teeth:
"Is this really all we have prepared? If we follow the news, with only these measures, let alone a counterattack, I'm afraid it will be difficult to even defend and stop them."

He was wondering in his heart that the Chamber of Commerce had been rooted in the local area for many years and had many businesses. There were many suitable places to gather people. Why did they have to hold it in a semi-public place, making it look like a swearing-in ceremony? It was really a bit exaggerated.

However, based on what I saw after returning, the organization was indeed making serious contingency plans. The disciples of aristocratic families such as Bai Ziyuan were called back to pack their luggage as soon as they got off the plane, and all their behavior was not just bluffing.

His doubts did not last long, as the answer to his doubts soon appeared before him.

"It's very simple. We are not the main force. To be precise, we cannot be the main force. But we have to show that we are the main force and set an example for other recruits."

"What a mess..."

Compared to the fact that Lai Henry, who should have been at the front line at the moment, suddenly appeared beside him, Zhu Mingyao was even more dissatisfied with his appearance as a riddle man.

But the next moment his attention was attracted by what the other party took out.

It was an exquisite, thin, rectangular silver-white metal plate with Gothic Latin letters neatly and rigorously arranged around it, and in the middle was a pattern that was so dim that it was almost indistinguishable.

It's like... a page of a book?
"I have communicated with your master and I have an important task for you!"

(End of this chapter)