It's already late at night.

When Baker Richardson returned to the headquarters of the Superman Association, it happened to be three in the morning.

In China, it was around 3:00 p.m. the next day.

The city where the headquarters of the Super Powers Association is located is known as the world's financial capital. Anyone who has studied, experienced, or who has heard its name worldwide has basically heard it.

Its status in Militaria and in the world can be imagined.

At three o'clock in the morning, what is this city? A world-class metropolis, a city that never sleeps, is brightly lit all night, and there are still millions of people active in the city, either enjoying all night long or staying up all night working all night.

Darkness does not belong here, and life that rests at sunset does not belong here either.

Those who enjoy all night and work all night do not know that the security of this world-class metropolis has quietly reached several scales.

The police set up checkpoints at the entrances and exits of each city to check all vehicles entering and leaving.

The drone patrols over the city, and any movement will be discovered as soon as possible.

Miligan's army was gathering here, with real guns and ammunition, and even tanks and various vehicle-mounted missiles.

The blood-born family and blood-born organizations also took action quietly to protect relevant personnel and key strongholds.

The families of big men were arranged to be in the underground security system, which was an underground shelter that could not be bombed by missiles.

Only ordinary people are unaware of all this.

In the headquarters building of the Superman Association, Baker Richardson, who was restored to human form, was wearing a straight suit and shiny leather shoes and pushed open the door to the conference room.

The meeting was held by Baker Richardson, but he himself was fifteen minutes late, leaving all the directors waiting for him.

The eyes of the directors followed his pace, and the atmosphere was not good. This can be seen from the solemn eyes of the directors.

"Gentlemen, ladies, please relax." Baker Richardson stepped on the red carpet to the throne of his president.

On his left are Mirarius King, Justin Jean and two vice presidents, and on his right are Vice President Canid Shogiba.

These three, Mirarius King, is a solid supporter of Baker Richardson, Justin Jean-neutral, and Vice President Shogiba is incompatible with Baker Richardson.

Because his father was seriously ill in bed, Gangsax, who was involved in various affairs on his behalf, whispered: "President Baker, you should think about how to deal with the things in front of you."

He refers to the fact that Baoze, the Holy See, the island country's blood group, and the four forces in the Belloberg Palace plan to attack the Super Powers Association.

"Oh, isn't this our youngest successor? I thought you were hiding beside your father's bed, trembling." Baker Richardson mocked.

Gangsax snorted angrily, but did not dare to talk back to President Baker and scolded him.

McCarthy, with a light hair, said: "President Baker, the war in the Far East has failed, the giants and the Neptune fell, and the Super Powers Association has suffered heavy losses. You should understand that you can't escape this responsibility."

"I have a responsibility, aren't everyone here?" Baker Richardson shrugged: "The cause of this war is that we want to get Li Xianyu's treasure. This is a foreign war we initiated on our own initiative."

"The war is not over yet, and now is not the time to turn the blame. We still have the opportunity to grab the fruit and master the power of time. At that time, everyone here can share the benefits of 'time'."

"The problem now is that they will attack the headquarters of the Super Powers Association at any time." A middle-aged woman in a white women's suit frowned and said, "There are 10 million people in this city. Once the fight starts, who is responsible?"

"This is not an ordinary bloodborne fight. The Jidao involved, half-step Jidao, can't even count a pair of hands."

Baker Richardson sneered: "Who is responsible? Who is responsible for World War I? Who is responsible for World War II? Who is responsible for the defeat. When we decide to send people to attack the Baoze branch, we should have had plans for this."

"The war has begun. What we need to do is not consider the losses, but how to win."

When these guys are good, they flock to the sharks that smell bloody smell.

They have not considered Baoze's revenge?

It was impossible, I had considered it long ago. If it were not surprising, the core characters in the family would either transfer or hide underground.

"I believe you are fully prepared to fight the enemy."

Gangsax snorted coldly: "It just so happens that the super warrior that the association has been researching can be put into use."

Baker Richardson said: "It's not enough. Contact all subordinate forces immediately and send experts to support them and tell them that if you win, we will share the global blood group."

"For this, I prepared a big gift, and I believe everyone will like it."

Milaris King took out his cell phone and made a call. After a moment, the door of the conference room opened. More than a dozen people in suits and dressed as housekeeper came in, holding silver trays.

Each director was assigned a large gift box, and the gift box was divided into pieces of flesh and blood.

"Everyone understands the whole story of civil strife in the island country's blood group. What is this? I believe I don't need to say more."

The directors looked at the unconsciously squirming flesh and blood substances. They naturally knew about the Shintoshima Shrine and understood that this was an ancient demon. It was normal for Baker Richardson to form an alliance with the ancient demon to hand over this thing.

"In addition, I will tell you another good news. The Battle of the Gods is not nothing. In this battle, the Lord of Pojun fell."

The Lord of Pojun fell?

The directors all showed surprise, which was understandable. The fruits were not taken away in this battle, but there would definitely be casualties.

Just imagine, so many masters gather in the Ten Thousand Gods Palace, it is impossible to escape without any hesitation.

"This is the first good news, which means we have fewer competitors." Baker Richardson changed the subject: "The next one is the second good news."

He turned on the projector himself and lowered the curtain.

The beams projected on the curtain to form images, a tall and burly dragon man stood on the deck with a sparkling sea in the background.

The directors were knowledgeable and still gasped after seeing this alien creature.

At this time, the dragon man looked at the camera and bowed to everyone.

No one cared about the ritual greetings of a monster. They were focused on the dragon man, a huge egg, which sucked red light in the dark, like a craft.

The dragon man is already very tall and burly, but this egg is twice as tall as two stories.

"The remains of the Immortal Bird, this is our victory in the Gods." Baker Richardson shouted.

After a moment of silence, a low noise sounded, and it was difficult for the directors to remain calm.

Shocked and ecstatic, whispering to each other.

The Lord of the Ten Thousand Gods Palace actually fell like this?

This is said to be the strongest overlord of the ancient times. He suppressed the invincible existence of eight ancient monsters with his own strength, but he actually left the curtain early.

Of course, the directors were ecstatic, the strongest enemy and the greatest threat had been eliminated.

How to not like it.

In this joyful and exciting atmosphere, someone whispered in a hoarse voice: "So happy everyone."

The sound was obviously not loud, but it was clearly heard into the ears of everyone present.

People turned their heads in surprise and saw that they were a director named Ellen. They were middle-aged, with silver threads mixed in black hair and fine crow's feet at the corners of their eyes.

"Elren?" the beside him shouted in confusion.

The next moment, his head disappeared and was brought into his hands by the middle-aged Ellen. At the same time, Ellen showed his true face. He tore off the human skin mask on his face, and his bones exploded and turned into a young man in his early twenties.

He has handsome facial features and his eyes have vicissitudes that should not have at this age.

Li Xianyu!!

Dozens of directors stood up at the same time, hiding like wild animals.

"Sit, everyone." Li Xianyu's eyes calmly swept across the audience: "President Baker, you sit."

For a half-step path, is it difficult to sneak into other countries?

Not difficult at all.

Baker Richardson knew this, so he had no waste and suddenly disappeared and killed Li Xianyu.

What is this called?

This is called heaven has a way, and hell has no way to go.

Just one and a half steps, he dared to appear in front of me.

Bang!

A figure suddenly flashed out of the crowd that retreated in panic, punching into the void, and the air bomb exploded, and Baker Richardson appeared.

Baker Richardson remained motionless. He was just intercepted, but the figure spitting blood and flew backwards.

He is also a young man in his twenties, handsome and calm, and has a gentle temperament.

Qin Ze!

The directors were shocked. Two enemy masters sneaked into the conference hall. Is the security system of the headquarters building a decoration?

Did it come from a Chinese copycat for 50 cents?

Is there any more?

Sure enough, there is still

After Qin Ze, five more traitors appeared among dozens of directors.

Two of them quickly met with Li Xianyu and formed a combined attack formation, while the other three replaced Qin Ze and killed Baker Richardson.

These five people are Li Peiyun, Dan Chenzi, Leonid Khrushchev, Dragon Knight and Blood Knight.

"President Baker, don't do it, don't do it, we're not leaving yet." McCarthy, with pale gold on his side, shouted and ran towards the gate of the conference room.
To be continued...