"Haha, you are more handsome than before. I heard that you recently cooperated with the Phoenix Academy family to negotiate a big business related to military industry?"

"Well, is Uncle Wood interested?"

"Forget it, I don't want to get involved in areas I don't understand."

Wood shook his head. He was very satisfied with the current industry, and he did not have any ordinary second-generation ancestor who wanted to prove his own ideas. He only hoped that he could keep his father's business, and that would be success.

"Who is this?"

"The president of our company, Walter Ermanno, I brought him here just to see the world."

"Hello, Mr. Hansal."

A polite smile appeared on Walter's face.

On this occasion, he did not show any timidity. When dealing with these upper-class people, the most important thing is confidence. Without that confidence, it is easy to be looked down upon by them.

Hansal smiled and said: "It's my first time here, so I want to have a lot of fun.

This is a paradise island, where all the happiness on earth is gathered together to ensure your satisfaction. "

Wood said: "Walter, you don't have to stay with me, just go and have fun.

This island is a wonderful island that even Professor Hawking praised. "

"Yes."

Walter nodded, knowing in his heart that letting him play was just an excuse to get away from him.

No matter how much Wood admired him, he only regarded him as a useful subordinate or tool.

Bringing him here is to show trust in him, but if he wants to really participate in some core issues, it seems a bit overestimating his capabilities.

Walter is not in a hurry, he plans to integrate into the upper class society first, and then integrate into the top society.

He believes that with his talents and emotional intelligence, he will be able to squeeze into the top circles in his lifetime.

……

Paradise Island is very luxurious, with golden lights everywhere, making everything look like it is covered with gold, from the tabletop to the floor to the swimming pool.

Including everyone's body is plated with a golden filter.

It’s so earthy to the extreme and it’s trendy!

This sentence flashed through Walter's mind, and he glanced at this top banquet hosted by a top consortium, which was as charming as a dream.

There are a variety of delicious dishes on the table, from Chinese to Western to Arabic and so on.

All the dishes in this world can be eaten here, and all the fine wines in this world can be drunk here.

If you want a woman, from eighty to a newborn baby.

Even if someone has a unique taste and wants more than eighty, they can get it quickly by just making a phone call.

On this island, there are no laws that can restrain the rich, and they can do whatever they want.

Because this is the private island of the Hunter family.

Private property is sacrosanct.

Even the US military cannot land at the port of this island without their permission.

An FBI investigation is completely impossible.

Walter saw many well-known celebrities and world beauty pageants here. Looking at the expressions of those people, he knew that their status was not high.

It made him feel a little happy.

Only knowledge can change destiny. Those so-called celebrities who rely on their acting skills to get into the entertainment industry can only be reduced to the lowest level playthings in this situation.

"Mr. Walter, you can choose whatever you want."

"Need not."

Walter shook his head. He knew better than to choose a conspicuous celebrity female companion since he was new here, "Bring me a seven-year-old girl."

"What kind of little girl do you like?"

The man who spoke was dressed in a tuxedo and looked like a butler, but in fact he was the personal butler of every distinguished guest. "From Arabia to Africa to Asia, and even Europe and the United States, we have them all here."

Walter thought for a while, he didn't like Asian women, and every time he saw those squinting eyes on the screen, it made him feel psychologically sick.

African Americans are too black.

“Give me white people from Europe and America.”

"Okay, I will arrange a little girl from Argentina for you immediately."

The housekeeper pressed the communicator on his ear and said to the person over there: "Bring Soledad here."

Soon, the maid escorted a beautifully dressed blond girl to Walter's side.

Those big eyes revealed a hint of fear, like a puppy in a strange environment.

This restrained posture endeared Walter, who liked absolute control.

Walter reached out and touched the little girl’s face, feeling the slight trembling and extremely smooth skin, and smiled: “Don’t be afraid, I’m not a bad person.

let's go. "

Gently pinching her cheek, Walter took the little girl and continued walking here.

From time to time, a smart robot passes by carrying a glass of wine.

Walter saw someone surrounding him in front of him, so he walked forward and found two people playing Russian Roulette.

An African-American man was stripped of his clothes and tied to a large roulette wheel. He was so weak that he could not make any sound.

Two men stood at a table betting against each other.

They loaded a bullet into the revolver, then turned the roulette wheel that tied the man, and one person shot the African-American man who was tied to the roulette wheel.

If you run out of bullets, you'll have to take a drink as a penalty.

There are bullets, regardless of whether the target is hit or not, the opponent will take a penalty shot.

Walter looked at the bullet holes on the African-American man's body. The blood that had flowed out had formed a pool of blood on the ground. It would probably be enough for a child to soak his feet.

There was no sympathy on his face, but excitement.

This is entertainment that can only be experienced by the upper class, and dominates the life and death of the monkeys at the bottom.

……

Meanwhile, inside a lighthouse off the coast of Paradise Island.

The Black Hawk Mercenary Group stays here to protect the island's security.

Inside this tower, a military radar is installed that can detect situations up to 2,300 kilometers away.

It is also equipped with a sonar system that can detect water to a depth of one hundred nautical miles.

The monitoring equipment inside the lighthouse is so complete that even the Black Hawk mercenaries were surprised.

This is a rich person.

Carver yawned, thinking of the celebrities, enjoying countless food and wine, as well as various women and men.

That desire-filled banquet made Carver want to put down the boring work in front of him and quickly get involved.

Unfortunately, as a mercenary, he has no right to do that. He can't get his hands on anything on the island, unless he wants to lose this high-paying job.

Every time he finishes working here, he seeks a little bit of liberation in Florida.

Church boys are just fine.

Carver thought that after this mission was over, he would donate some money to the priest and ask him to help him get some good ones.

Drop drop!

Suddenly an alarm sound came from the sonar system, and a red light illuminated the room. Carver looked at the huge reaction that almost occupied the system screen, and said with a face full of shock: "Fake, are you kidding me?!"

There shouldn't be such huge creatures on earth!

PS: Thanks to Lumierees and Red Cucumber for the tip.

Chapter 451 Infinite Combination Transformation

The core area of ​​Paradise Island is on a hill near the forest, where an ancient Roman-style building is located.

The snow-white marble columns are rendered golden by the golden light, so that the whole building looks like it is overlooking the world.

The height of ten meters makes the interior space appear very empty, and it also has the solemnity and sacredness of a church.

The floor and the dome are all made of snow-white marble, but they shine with golden light under the light.

The magnificent murals highlight the ancient style.

In the center is a round table full of science fiction style, which is also the core of the defense and surveillance system of the entire Paradise Island.

Alex Hunter is a very suspicious old man. He cannot leave his safety to mercenaries who are paid to do things.

For the takeoff of torpedoes, drones, and fighter planes, real defense requires authorization from him before it can be activated.

He is sitting in the high-backed chair in the center. He is sixty-three years old and looks the same as he did when he was forty years old. "According to the data we obtained from our survey, 10% of middle-class families in the United States are tirelessly searching for all kinds of information about other worlds." , qigong or super power videos.

These people are our potential customers. By constantly pushing relevant videos, we can sell to them meatballs that cost as little as a few cents and cost hundreds or thousands of dollars a bottle.

Wood, would you be interested in working with me? "

Wood pondered for a while and then said: "What should I do if I am sent for examination by others?"

"As long as we write a very small line of words on the packaging box, indicating that there is a certain chance of awakening superpowers, even if they don't awaken, it has nothing to do with us."

Alexei smiled broadly.

It can be said that such a profitable business with superpowers is no worse than those with environmental protection and health care.

How could he not do it.

Wood naturally knows the market for superpower drugs.

Regardless of whether it is true or false, that market must exist, and it is still a market that no one is occupying.

This is a sure-fire deal.

He thought for a moment and found that he had no reason to refuse, so he nodded and said, "Okay."

"Good friends, cheers to our happy cooperation~"

Alexei raised his glass.

Wood also raised it in response to his toast.

Alexei took a sip of the red wine, put it down again, and turned to another person at the table: "Mr. Round, let's talk about the foundation's operations in South America.

Argentina's free economy is driven by the market and I hope you can go all out to get Xavi. "

Before he could name the presidential candidate he wanted to put on the stage, a phone call interrupted his conversation, "Sorry, I'll take a call first."

Alexei had an apologetic smile on his face and looked very elegant. He answered the call from the security office and said in a majestic tone: "Carver, what's the matter?"

"Mr. Alexei, something bad is going on. Hurry up and launch all the torpedoes to the west, and let the fighter planes take off. There is a big guy approaching here!"

Alexey listened to the panicked voices over there. He was not panicked at all and said calmly: "What kind of big guy is this? A submarine?"

Ever since the Rockefeller family incident, he was always worried about someone trying that quick trade route, raising the island's security to the highest level.

"No, that is a super huge creature, bigger than this island!"

Carver's words made Alexei frown slightly. He had heard news about other worlds and knew about monsters, but that didn't mean he could accept what Carver said.

Alexei is very suspicious. He can use the business in other world to make huge profits. Others may also use monsters from other world to induce him to launch torpedoes, thus making him lose the weapons to defend himself.

Alexei said calmly: "Send the picture here, and I will judge whether it is necessary to activate the weapon!"

"Mr. Alexei, it's too late. As long as you delayed it, it's already close to here!"

Carver yelled, almost having a nervous breakdown.

Alexei increasingly believed that there was fraud: "Carver, I order you to send the picture here."

While emphasizing, he directly used his administrative authority to call up the sonar system pattern on Carver's side.

On top of the round table, a 3D image quickly appeared.

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