"Ms. Marilyn, Mr. Atman."

An old man who looked like a housekeeper came to Marilyn and interrupted her who was frowning and thinking.

Marilyn, who reacted, nodded slightly, stood up and followed the old housekeeper, and went to a quaint gate.

Countless people want to go in this door but cannot.

This is the gate of the Rockefeller family, one of the oldest consortiums in North America. Behind the gate is Atman J. Rockefeller, the current leader of the Rockefeller family.

Behind Locke Martin is a fund company jointly controlled by major North American consortiums, and the most rooted controller is the heads of those ancient consortiums.

To be precise, it is the North American military-industrial complex that has made all the previous North American presidents fear.

The composition of the military-industrial complex, including major consortiums on Wall Street, wealthy people, bank groups, party lawmakers, arms groups and military leaders, gather each other's interests and form a complex joint system.

North America's annual military spending of US$700 billion falls into this system, which does not include arms business sold to the world.

The speakers of the military-industrial complex are major consortiums.

These consortiums control the shares of military-industrial enterprises through Wall Street hedge funds, and then join forces with each other to sign a joint equity action agreement to achieve the purpose of controlling the company and truly take charge of military-industrial enterprises.

The moment the door opened, Marilyn felt a great pressure coming towards her.

The huge office is composed of retro wooden furniture and bookshelf. You can see the quaint atmosphere. The world's top famous paintings are hung on the walls. The carpet is made of polar bear leather, and the white is spotless. Even a vase is a precious antique.

The long desk is very simple, with only one unread book on the desk, several folders, a pure black quill, and a newspaper of the day.

The huge front page title of the newspaper is a virtual reality press conference of Shenbing Company.

On the seat behind the long table was an old white man in his eighties, with a white hair and a mahogany crutch in his hands, with his head made of pure gold and gemstones.

In the old man's eyes, he had his own majesty and the momentum formed by his long-term high position made Marilyn dare not look directly at him.

This old man is the current head of the Rockefeller family and the current chairman of the Wall Street United Consortium, Atman J. Rockefeller.

"Mr. Atman." Marilyn Yingying performed the etiquette of an ancient nobleman and lowered her head softly.

"What's going on with Rock Martin? I heard that the Blackwater organization is gone."

Atman's voice was old and turbid, falling into Marilyn's ears, causing her body to tremble slightly.

"Yes."

"Who did it?"

"Not found out yet." Marilyn lowered her head and dared not speak too loudly.

"Is this the answer you gave us?"

Atman's muddy voice was slightly angry, his old eyes were extremely sharp, and the sound of crutches hitting the floor fell into Marilyn's ears like a bomb that exploded.

The existence of Blackwater is very special. It is Locke Martin's minion and Wall Street minion. It provides them with some inconvenient tasks to remove some special obstacles.

Now that the Blackwater Organization is destroyed, Wall Street has lost a fang.

This incident has attracted the anger of major consortiums.

"Mr. Atman, this matter is really sudden. The other party left few clues. I entrusted William to investigate. He gave me an ambiguous clue, which was not accurate." Marilyn said in a pressing voice.

"explain."

"Dragon God Equipment."

"What force is the Dragon God equipment?" Atman turned his head and looked at the old butler beside him.

"Mr. Atman, Dragon God Equipment is an arms company. They suddenly appeared at the Defense Exhibition this year and took away a contract of US$5 billion in the Middle East. The information reported below shows that Dragon God Equipment and Soma's Dilong cooperated.

Hei Water went to East Africa to disrupt Soma and Aden's waters, so as to facilitate the joint fund to harvest the interests of the financial circle, and at the same time sell arms in East Africa, and then let Locke Martin annex the Dragon God equipment. However, the financial harvest failed and the Black Water was destroyed, and Dilong also controlled Soma, and the Dragon God equipment was still good." The old housekeeper reported in a low voice.

"Whose company?"

"It is certain that it is not from North America or Wall Street. I heard that they are from Europeans. They have friendship with old European nobles and are familiar with the Middle Eastern royal family. They have registered in Europe and their branches are in the Middle East and East Africa." The old housekeeper said.

The room was speechless for a long time, and the air was depressed.

Marilyn lowered her head and did not dare to speak. If she made the old man in front of her unhappy, her position would be out of order and the road ahead would be broken.

In North America, the Wall Street consortium has no worse influence than the president, and in some areas, they are even more terrifying than the president.

The president is served every four years, at most eight years, and the consortium's control over North America has been for decades or hundreds of years. The entire North America is shrouded under their influence.

"Go down." Atman waved his hand and signaled Marilyn to leave.

"Mr. Atman, what should we do next?" Marilyn whispered.

“Reconstruct Blackwater.”

Marilyn left, and the room fell into silence again.

After a while, the old housekeeper looked at his watch and said, "Sir, I'm going to that meeting."

"Um."

Atman nodded gently, slowly got up from his seat, leaning on a cane, and walked out of the room.

...

"Am I healed?"

"Theoretically, it was healed, but it took a period of time to determine whether it would be repeated."

Hawke answered the president's questions truthfully. After their secret treatment during this period and detailed examinations, it was basically confirmed that President Joe's Alzheimer's disease was cured.

Shenbing Company's brain and nerve medical device is better than they imagined.

The effect of this treatment device is terrifying.

A disease that was once impossible for even their top medical team to do so was cured by a treatment device.

"You go down."

Joe waved his hand and signaled Hawk to leave.

On the court, only his assistant, Kama and others were left.

"Take me the detailed information of the Shenbing Company." Qiao ordered his assistant.

During his time of confusion, he had never learned about the company well. At that time, his condition was confused and many memories were blurred after he recovered, so he had to re-understand the company.

Shenbing Company, a company that suddenly rose in the East in the past year, started with the materials they just discovered, quickly acquired and grew stronger, and then launched various unique high-tech products one after another. Morgan gave them an internal valuation of one trillion US dollars.

Founder Lin Han, the world's top genius, acts low-key and rarely appears in public. He is known as the smartest person in the world. He leads the research on the connection between brain nerves and computers, develops Shenbing Company's artificial intelligence platform, designs Shenbing Company's intelligent robots, invents multi-material 3D printers...

President Li Qingyu, who followed Lin Han, started from scratch and controlled the affairs of Shenbing Company in all aspects. He is Lin Han’s most trusted person, Lin Han’s confidante, and the most influential woman in the world.

The two documents were read for a long time without saying a word.

These materials are too legendary. Whether it is the story of Lin Han or Li Qingyu, they can be described as cheats. Everything they do is surprisingly smooth. Any technology they want to create will be available.

Suddenly, Joe looked up at Kama: "Is there any way to punish them?"

Kama and the president's aides both chose to remain silent.

"We have sanctioned them, but they have little effect. In the end, the sanctions were in name only for various reasons," Kama said.

"Is there any other way?" Joe looked at Kama.

"I thought about it, but it didn't realize it."

"What's the solution?"

"Kidnapping and assassination."
Chapter completed!