The real life of an American police officer: Winning over others with virtue

Chapter 222 High Table

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As Damir recounted his story, Eric began to truly understand this other world.

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Damir's voice was deep and clear: "I know you may have already learned some things through this phone,"
But what you see is just the tip of the iceberg, the foam on the surface of the water.

The truly vast, ancient, and self-contained darkness lurks in the unseen depths of the ocean.

Eric narrowed his eyes slightly, but he didn't think anything of it. After all, this dark world hadn't seemed to have any impact on the world of ordinary people for so long, which meant that someone was controlling it or that there were established rules.

“The world we live in,” Damilton paused, carefully choosing his words.

"There exists an ancient set of rules that exists independently of the state and the law, yet are omnipresent. At its core is what is known as the High Table."

So, it's outside the law? Is it really that exaggerated? Eric raised an eyebrow, muttering to himself.

He felt that wasn't the case; frankly, it was just that this group of people were having fun on their own.

But suddenly, because of Damir's words, Eric felt an even stronger sense of familiarity in his mind, as if he had heard it before in a past life.

“High Table?” Eric murmured, repeating the name, which sounded somewhat medieval.

“Yes.” Damir nodded. “You can think of it as a shadow council made up of twelve of the oldest and most powerful criminal families or organizations.”

They are the maintainers of the world's rules and order—of course, the maintainers of the established order.

However, Damir suddenly paused, then continued:
“In this parliament, the rules are naturally set by the five nations.” He looked at Eric, who had just realized what was happening, smiled, and pointed at Eric.

"Yes, you're not wrong. It's not much different from the United States. You can think of it this way: if control and stability are needed during the day, then control and guidance are also needed at night. This way, both sides can fulfill their respective roles and not interfere with each other, and society will naturally be more stable."

Eric's lips twitched. This was similar to his previous idea. It sounded mysterious, but upon closer inspection, it seemed to be just that.

The United Nations is the official entity.

In this dark corner, there is also a high table.

Eric believed that all twelve so-called maintainers or enforcers were from those five countries.

That makes sense.

But in Damir's eyes, Eric had a big heart. What Damir didn't know was that these things were nothing to the time travelers.

Adding points to Deep Blue and time travel/rebirth—aren't those things even more bizarre and mystical than these?

Damir continued, "And beneath the high table is a vast network spanning the globe, which is the platform you see here."

Beneath this platform lie mainland hotels catering to assassins, intelligence brokers, money launderers, arms dealers, and other special groups; everyone must abide by its rules.

Eric paused for a moment, then seemed to realize something: "Continental Hotel?"

“Yes, a neutral zone,” Damir explained.
"It is a haven for industry insiders, where any form of business activity is prohibited, especially murder. It is an important symbol of the high table order and the place where the rules are strictly enforced. Those who break the rules will suffer very serious consequences. After all, the night is different from the day, and only with rules can these people who are not ordinary people be controlled."

While Eric was digesting the information, Damir picked up his phone from the table, fumbled around for a bit, and then looked at Eric with a complicated expression.

"As expected, Razor died at your hands."

Eric temporarily put aside his chaotic thoughts: "He's very capable?"

Damir nodded and said, "He's alright. I heard he came from SEAL Team Six. After leaving, he took on a lot of difficult jobs and became quite well-known."

SEAL Team Six is ​​one of the world's most famous, elite, and secretive special forces units; they are indeed formidable.

"Wow." Eric shrugged, expressing his thoughts, but after thinking about it, he realized that the other party's strength didn't seem to be anything special.

Damir looked at Eric: "You can rest assured, the rules of daytime prevail over nighttime. Once night is exposed to daylight, whatever it is, it will simply dissipate. Sometimes, day and night have a tacit understanding on certain levels."

Since the FBI has taken on this matter, it means it's a tacitly accepted fact. No one will deliberately cause you trouble. If someone does, they are a rule-breaker, and the Shadow Council will send in its purge agents to deal with them, regardless of whether they are an organization or an individual.

So under these circumstances, you'd better not die, otherwise it will just be a mutual destruction. Eric immediately understood and tentatively spoke up.

"So you all have your own accounts?"

Damir nodded, took the phone, and laughed, "Of course I have one. It's not just me; Bill has one too. People like us actually have a hard time living the life of an ordinary person."

Then, he said to Eric in a serious and rather solemn tone, "But once you register your own account, you must abide by the rules of the High Table even when you're operating in the dark, otherwise you'll never have peace and quiet."

So you need to think this through carefully. While registering an account will be very convenient, opening up all services, global missions, and all transactions, I suggest that if you really don't need these things, it's best not to open one.

Damir laughed and said, "Don't you like being a policeman?"

Upon hearing this, Eric's expression became uncertain. He had a feeling that adding points to Dark Blue might not only work during the day, but also at night.

But after hearing what Damir said, Eric thought about it carefully and realized that Damir was right. He didn't seem to need these service points. He had guns, and he didn't need the missions on the platform at the moment.

This leaves only one option: wait until he becomes inhumanly powerful through Deep Blue before opening another account.

“Just like you said, between night and day, daytime is the dominant time,” Eric said with a sigh of relief, as Damir smiled.

"Then I'll continue to operate in the daytime."

But Eric still picked up the phone from the table: "Is it okay if I hold this phone?"

Damir shook his head: "It's okay, as long as you don't use this account to accept missions or trade, it's fine. Because in the rules of the High Table, Razor is dead, and this account will be blacklisted soon and can no longer be used."

“I understand now,” Eric said with a squinting smile.

"I just browse around occasionally."

(End of this chapter)