Although in Hughes' eyes, the Chicago Consortium is just an ant.

However, the Chicago Consortium is one of the top ten consortiums in the United States, a large consortium in the Midwest United States and is well-known worldwide.

It was founded in the early 20th century and is composed of three wealthy families, including the McCormick family, the Wood family and the emerging Kron family, and has continued to this day.

Marx once said: If there is 100% profit, capitalists will stand up and take risks; if there is 200% profit, capitalists will despise the law; if there is 300% profit, capitalists will trample on everything in the world!

...

Chicago, Illinois.

Several luxury cars drove into the Kron family's mansion. A man in his 40s got out of the car and hurried towards the house.

He is the son that Old Kron values ​​the most - Little Kron.

Previously, Little Kron received a call from his mother and asked him to come back for lunch immediately, and it was necessary, immediately!

So, little Cron came back in a hurry.

As soon as he entered the dining room on the first floor, he felt a heavy and bleak atmosphere.

There were very few people in the dining room, only three people: their own father, mother and the old housekeeper who watched him grow up. There was no one else except them.

Very deserted, a bit terrible.

When the old butler saw Little Kron coming in, he owed his body and said nothing.

What happened?

"Are you back?" Old Cron shouted, his voice a little hoarse. And beside him, his mother was crying silently.

What happened? Little Kron looked at the old butler in confusion.

The old butler smiled at him, smiling reluctantly.

"Sit and eat!"

...

The lunch was very rich, but Xiao Kron had an extremely uncomfortable meal. Because his mother actually poured wine for him and served soup for him...

Many times, Kron wanted to stand up and ask why. But the heavy atmosphere made him swallow his words.

Not long after, lunch was over.

After the old butler packed the plate, he left, and one person was missing in the dining room again.

It should be possible to say this now? Little Kron looked at his father in confusion.

But when Old Cron sighed, he asked:

"What are your wishes left?"

As soon as these words came out, Xiao Cron was shocked. Is this a slaughtered meal?

"Old Kron, save him and save our youngest son!" The mother's face was covered with tears.

Old Kron shook his head, extremely sad.

I always knew that my younger son had great ambitions, very big. But I never thought that his ambitions were so great that the whole world could not hold on.

I can't save it, I really can't save it this time!

At this moment, Xiao Kron finally became scared and knelt on the ground with a thump: "Father, save me, save me!"

"You also know how to be afraid? Why are you not afraid when you use the family's inside f-force? Why are you not afraid when you send someone to assassinate that little guy? Why are you not afraid when you let someone steal that code?"

Mr. Kron asked back angrily, but his heart was filled with sadness.

It turned out that his son was so stupid, or in other words, he was not stupid, but his eyes were blinded by his ambition.

How valuable are cross-network attack technology and anti-nuclear weapons?

Unmeasurable!

How much is that little guy worth?

Also unmeasurable!

This is a world of capital, and when capital is so high that it cannot be measured, nothing can obscur its existence.

It is the general trend, it can change history.

There is a saying that goes: When the wheel of history rolls forward, all the things that stand in front of it are ants and will eventually be crushed to pieces.

Our family is an ant, the Chicago consortium is an ant, and even the Rockefeller family is an ant.

And what about that little guy?

To the country, he is the Internet God of the Federation; to us consortiums, he is the God of capital.

Such a terrifying person doesn't even dare to move the seven wealthy families.

You actually dare to send someone to assassinate him? You actually dare to let someone steal the code?

What, why didn’t I shoot you on the wall?

"Father, save me, save me..." Little Cron kept wailing, wanting to seek his father's forgiveness.

pity……

Old Kron shook his head ruthlessly: "You go out and commit suicide! Don't let your mother see it!"

Hearing such words, Xiao Kron stopped wailing, his eyes full of despair, and he had completely accepted his fate.

Little Kron slowly stood up, looked at his mother, and then looked at his father...

Sudden!

A trace of ferocity flashed in those desperate eyes. Little Kron's hand reached to his waist, instantly pulled out his gun, and pointed it at Old Kron.

"Son, what do you want to do? He is your father, he is your father!"

Old Kron was not surprised at all, and sneered, saying, "Do you think there are bullets in your gun?"

Little Kron was shocked and quickly removed the magazine and saw that there was no bullet in his gun.

Was it my bodyguard replaced it? He actually betrayed me?!

Ignoring his son's surprise, Old Kron looked down at his watch. Time was too long, and they were almost here!

Thinking of this, Old Kron raised his hand and made a gesture...

"Bang--"

The huge sniper rifle sounded, and the death bullet shot from outside the window and instantly shot into Xiao Kron's chest.

"Father, you...you..." Little Kron fell to the ground and died completely.

Seeing this scene, Mrs. Kron fainted.

"Oh!" Old Cron sighed and sat lonely on his chair.

His son was really stupid in some aspects! He didn't even know that from the moment he entered the house, he had been aimed at three sniper rifles at the same time.

"Come!"

The old housekeeper led a few servants in quickly.

"Send the lady back to the bedroom to rest."

"Yes!" The servants helped the wife leave.

The old butler did not move, but just looked at Mr. Kron quietly.

Old Kron was extremely sad, and a wisp of turbid tears overflowed his eyes, which were the tears of the crocodile.

In an instant, Old Kron wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and spoke ruthlessly: "Let them do it!"

The old butler owed his body, said nothing, and then turned around and left.

His mission is to kill Mr. Kron's wife, lover and daughter!

Mr. Kron watched the old butler leave until he could no longer be seen.

At this time, Old Kron turned around, faced a wall behind him, and said, "Are you satisfied?"

As the sound came to an end, applause rang behind the wall and two white men walked out.

"Mr. Rockefeller, Senator, are you satisfied?" Old Crown repeated a question again, as if there was a hint of anger hidden in his voice, but he could do nothing.

The Senator nodded with satisfaction and said, "That's all for this time, we don't want to have another next time!"

After receiving such a reply, Old Kron finally breathed a sigh of relief, then stood up and asked, "So can we pass the application of our Chicago consortium to join the league?"

The two white men looked at each other, and then the Senator stepped forward and extended his right hand to Old Kron with a smile.

"Mr. Kron, welcome to join our 'Watermelon Alliance'!"

Watermelon Alliance?!
Chapter completed!