Black Technology Monopoly (The Black Tech Monopoly Corporation)

The moon was bright and the stars were thin, and Amubu walked towards his car with a staggering pace full of alcohol.

In fact, this period of time was really exhausting for him.

He appeared in front of the media over and over again all day long, constantly exposing his positive image of pretending, giving speeches and donating money to disaster areas. Now he is completely whitewashed and has become a philanthropist and a good person in the eyes of many Indian civilians. .

FUCK THE FUCKING GOOD PEOPLE!

He never thought that one day he would appear in front of everyone in this attitude. He has always been certain and certain that his essence is a villain since he was a child, and even his father was a villain. Spreading the blood of villains, killing people and setting fires, selling arms and drugs is what he really should do, hiding in the shadow of civilization and not seeing the light.

However, he also made a big wish, hoping to become a successful politician, that impulse is nothing more than tired of the dark life, until he met Zhang Heng, and he almost died at the hands of the other party, he only experienced it. A turning point in life and a dream come true.

Today, he is already a well-known politician in India. As a Mumbai city councillor, he has joined the Congress Party. With sufficient political funds, next year's mayor has basically become a thing in the bag. .

Of course, it was impossible for him to go so smoothly. His opponents are all ancient families who have been operating in Mumbai for countless years, and some are even his former backstage figures, but now these opponents have already gone to hell , no one can survive after becoming the target of Galaxy International...

However, even so, under the surface scenery, he also lived a lot more tired than before. Although I lived a little harder and needed to survive in various cracks, I was free at that time and I could do whatever I wanted. But now, my status has not been what it used to be, and even my backstage needs to look up to me. , but he no longer has the leisure he once had, and has countless political shows. He has to wear suits and leather shoes every day, and he can't even express his happiness and anger according to his own preferences.

However, the feeling of entitlement is the most addictive, and if Amoub is asked to give up everything now, then it is impossible.

In this pain and joy, Amubu sighed, and then, under the gracious service of the driver, got into a luxury car worth tens of millions of rupees and drove towards his residence.

Next to him sat an expressionless Asian man. Although it was obvious from the appearance that he was a personal bodyguard, only Amubu understood that the other party might obey some of his orders. , but once he has the act of betraying the Stellar Foundation, this super bodyguard who has protected himself from several assassinations will not hesitate to let his head bloom.

In the eyes of the common people, he is a kind and noble high-caste nobleman, and even a philanthropist, while in the eyes of the Mumbai nobles, he is the godfather who controls the entire underground forces in Mumbai.

However, only he knows that he is just a pawn of a mysterious force hidden behind the scenes...

He secretly sighed and took the unhappiness into his heart. At least, he has a certain degree of sovereignty, and is not completely a political puppet, and his quality of life and current status are far beyond his former self.

Before you know it, the influence of the Stellar Foundation has spread to every corner of this prosperous city. Even the mayor has been captured by endless political donations, secretly serving this mysterious force...

Now, he has just attended the current mayor's dinner. The mayor's sultry slut made him feel a little bit in his heart. He thought about whether he would not go home tonight and go to old Batty's place. Looking for a few chicks to be happy and happy?

At night, the roads in the suburbs of India have no street lights.

Only the dim yellow headlights are driving alone on the road. On both sides of the road are the dark rice fields. The night wind blows, making a clattering sound like ocean waves.

However, just when Amub was thinking about whether his body could bear it, suddenly, the driver suddenly braked, and a harsh crunch came. The entire Mercedes-Benz lost its balance in an instant. With a rumbling sound, With the sound of the vehicle's tires exploding, the car rolled directly into the wheat field on the side!

"What's the matter!" Amubu was frightened and couldn't help roaring, but before he could open the door in a hurry, the bodyguard next to him jumped out of the window, as nimble as an ape. At the same time, he roughly grabbed the back of Amubu's neck. His weight of 160 to 70 pounds was like nothing in the hands of the seemingly slender bodyguard!

"You..." Amubu was shocked. Although he was a little furious when he was just pulled out of the carriage, he calmed down immediately when the night wind blew. Although he didn't see what happened before, he could see from the actions of his bodyguard. He can also understand that it seems that he has been attacked again?

Almost without stopping, the bodyguard dragged Amubu and ran into the depths of the rice field. This reaction made Amubu's heart sink. Only when the number of enemies was large, the bodyguard would do this, otherwise it would depend on him. With his skill, even 10 or 20 regular soldiers couldn't help him.

Sure enough, Amubu looked behind him as he ran, but when he saw it, he almost lost his mind. What did he see? He actually saw a group of tall shadows in camouflage uniforms with submachine guns chasing in his direction!

International Mercenaries!

This was the first reaction in his heart. Through the dark moonlight, he could see that the group of people were wearing well-equipped equipment. The guns and daggers were shining in the moonlight, and a blood of iron and murderous intent permeated out!

Only the world's top mercenary organization can have such a powerful momentum!

"freeze!"

"don't move!"

With the stern shouts behind him, the other party didn't shoot. Obviously, the other party didn't expect the target to be so decisive. He fled without seeing what happened, disrupting all the plans at once.

"Bang!" A gunshot suddenly sounded behind him, and Amubu couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. He couldn't help but look back, only to see that the driver who was still in the car just now was shot in the head. Obviously, this is the rhythm of preparing to destroy the corpse!

A chill rose, and Amubu's legs changed faster. Fortunately, he didn't stop exercising during this time, otherwise he might have explained it here today.

In short, the other party seemed to have any scruples and did not shoot at the two of them, otherwise the two would have already shot and killed on the spot.

Thinking about problems while running was something that Amoub used to dare not imagine, but since he got the genetic optimization potion issued by the foundation, he found that not only his physique has become stronger, but his thinking has also changed. Got to be active and even easier to focus than before.

The wind whistled in his ears, and the rice field in front of him seemed to be a curtain. Amubu could only run under the moonlight under the leadership of his bodyguards, but before he had run far, a strong light suddenly came in front of him, and at the same time , a huge gust of wind blew, and the whole wheat field fell down like the king of kings, and the noble body completely fell...

Amoub couldn't help showing despair.