The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 509 Bait
Under the night sky, the lights are bright.

In the metropolis shining with endless brilliance, there is an endless flow of traffic and a bustling crowd of people.

Neon lights flicker on the streets of Manhattan, and fireworks rise from time to time in Central Park, blooming in a variety of colors, decorating the night sky like a dream, setting off the prelude to the upcoming festival.

New York is like a dazzling pearl, emitting charming brilliance all the time. People firmly believe that this greatest international city in history will continue its glory and prosperity to the end of time just like the country under its feet.

Especially those who sit on the top of the pyramid are so sure——

On the luxurious skyscrapers, the windows light up one by one, as if stars have fallen into the earth, decorating it like the palace of gods. There is also an invisible mysterious force guarding it, ensuring that outsiders cannot spy on it.

The gods of ancient times have all passed away, and the "gods" of the new era look down on all living beings indifferently from a high position.

"The mortality rate in the clinical trial of the company's new drug is still a bit high. Notify the Immigration Administration and ask them to send us some more detained stowaways, preferably those under ten years old..."

"Because of the last stock market crash, some ignorant rubbish wants to launch an Occupy Financial Street march? The foundation of the underground parking lot at the 23rd block is being poured, fill it all in!"

Whispering words flowed from lips with decent smiles, and in the seemingly ordinary exchanges of information, countless astronomical benefits were quietly exchanged inadvertently.

The clear red liquid sways gently in the crystal clear goblet, and the mellow aroma of grapes interweaves with the cool air, echoing with charming charm between lips and teeth.

"Have you...heard the news?"

After a round of toasts, someone asked in a low voice with a beaming look on his face, a hint of excitement that was hard to conceal in his tone.

This was like a magnet, instantly attracting the attention of everyone present. The originally relaxed atmosphere suddenly changed, and thoughtful glances immediately came over, and a subtle and tense atmosphere filled the air.

The questioner paused for a moment, as if weighing each of his next words to ensure they conveyed the mystery and importance accurately.

"It is said that those...respected gentlemen have found the wine that symbolizes life..." Even though he was in a familiar circle, he still remained quite cautious and deliberately left a few phrases vague.

However, the backgrounds and temperaments of the people present varied, and not everyone could remain so cautious.

A young and energetic man couldn't hold back his excitement, he leaned forward suddenly and asked anxiously:
"Could it be true? The Holy Grail..."

"Cough cough!"

Next to him, a silver-haired man dressed like an old-fashioned gentleman suddenly coughed violently. He gently stroked the small platinum cross on his chest with his fingers and interrupted the rash words with a stern look.

Regardless of whether the pious appearance is real or fake, now that the church has demonstrated its power, it still has some deterrent power. At least no one is willing to offend it openly.

The young man, realizing that he had said something out of turn, looked around instinctively, then smiled awkwardly and skipped over some sensitive terms:

"I mean...the gift of the great God."

"Why hide it? Are you afraid that someone might tell on you? Everyone here is a friend. No one likes nosy...fanatics!" A harsh voice interrupted the conversation, like steel in winter, dry, cold and sharp.

The speaker was a middle-aged man sitting in a corner. The muscles on his pale cheeks, which were obviously caused by excessive drinking and sex, twitched. He said with resentment:
"Everyone can see clearly what they did a few days ago. Just for a few lowly poor guys, they ordered us to hand over the person responsible?
If those charlatans get the holy objects and their power continues to grow, wouldn’t they have to reorganize the Inquisition? "

After hearing what he said, everyone looked sad, as if they could empathize with him.

The people gathered here are all from the top class of this country. Even if they are not at the top, their family backgrounds cannot be underestimated. Someone immediately took advantage of the situation and started to make a fuss:
"Please don't worry, just keep talking."

The man who started it all smiled awkwardly, and with so much support, he became a little bolder. "…It is said that they are planning to hold a party on Christmas Day, and send out invitations to invite some powerful and reliable friends to come and receive the blessing of the holy relics of God together.

The most important thing is to discuss how to form a closer alliance so as to gain a firm foothold in the next wave. After all, everyone has their own resources, and if they are put together, they can still touch the extraordinary..."

Putting aside their character and morals, the IQs of those who have received elite education are quite high, and they understand what the other person is saying before they even finish speaking.

It seems that the threats of violence from the church and major organizations have made the top dignitaries feel the imminent danger. They want to take this opportunity to form cliques and factions, and form their own extraordinary sphere of influence, so as to occupy a place in the increasingly fierce world changes.

Although this approach is a bit rough, it also makes people admire its decisiveness. Although most of the people at the scene are not the parties involved, they still secretly agree with it.

The extraordinary power of the past is gradually awakening at an unimaginable speed. In this era when the original rules and order are becoming increasingly blurred, it seems that for the fundamental interests of one's own family, it seems that a timely decision must be made.

They control most of the society's wealth and have more or less extraordinary people working for them. If they can work together and unite, they may not be much inferior to a single large organization.

"You hold a seat on the Federal Reserve Board. Can you act as an intermediary and introduce me to someone..."

"I remember that you are married to the Locke family. I wonder if I would be honored to receive an invitation..."

Whispers arose, like the buzzing of insects' wings, and a series of connections, secret discussions, and exchanges began.

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Time passed slowly, and after getting the satisfactory promise, people gradually left this luxurious and secret place. They were eager to go back and plan to carefully calculate their assets to see how to get a share of the upcoming important moment.

A crescent moon hangs high in the sky, its cool light illuminating the midnight.

Nodding goodbye to her companions, a plain-looking lady tightened her fur shawl, turned around and got into a low-key Mercedes.

As the car slowly and silently drove away, the graceful smile on her face gradually faded, and she became solemn and nervous.

His fingers tapped twice on the hidden patterns under the seat, and an imperceptible transparent ripple spread out, isolating the sounds from inside and outside.

After finishing everything, she lay down on the seat with a sense of relief and signaled to the driver:

"Write back to St. Patrick's Cathedral. The news has been confirmed."

Her tense body relaxed, and she took out a small embroidered image of the Virgin Mary from her secret pocket and reverently placed it on her forehead.

"I pray to the Almighty Father to forgive my hypocrisy and deception..."

Although it lives in a materialistic society, with thousands of years of religious influence, how could it not have a group of true supporters?

However, just as the woman was praying devoutly, a vague figure was staring at her expressionlessly from the top of a distant building directly above her car.

The expensive dress turned into armor woven with black feathers. On it was a relief depicting countless fallen angels guarding seven thrones, showing the majesty of the devil of hell. His pale face, which had been caused by excessive indulgence, quickly turned red, as if covered with a layer of magma, and his crystal yellow eyes were emotionless.

"Very good, it's worth my personal trip."

Thus He said.

(End of this chapter)