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Chapter 80: The High Table Falls, the Assassins Rise!
Casablanca.

A famous historic city in Morocco, it is known as the "Lungs of Morocco" and the "Bride of the Atlantic".

Today, this famous port city welcomed far more tourists than ever before, and local tourism practitioners were all grinning from ear to ear.

A landmark building in the city center also welcomed the leaders of underground organizations from all over the world.

There is no need to impose martial law. The serious-looking bodyguards in black suits, sunglasses and standing apart have already made ordinary people afraid to approach.

top layer.

There was only a round table with twelve chairs around it in the spacious conference room.

Eleven of the chairs were already occupied.

"Alas! Gramont is an impulsive guy. I have told him many times to keep a low profile because I am afraid something like this will happen." Someone sighed as he looked at the last empty chair, but the mockery in his eyes was completely different from his tone.

Then someone else said, "I still remember the old Marquis de Gramont. He was a real gentleman."

"The son of a gentleman is not necessarily a gentleman. Little Gramont has always been cruel and ruthless, and many people have died at his hands."

"Yes, we don't need to kill people ourselves, but he always likes to shoot himself."

"Grammont annexed many small gangs. He has always been unpopular. I heard that he wants to continue to expand his power. I think his death may be a good thing. Otherwise, he might have conflicts with us in the future."

"Ahem!" At this time, the oldest-looking man present suddenly coughed twice, temporarily suppressing the quarrel. He wiped his mouth with a handkerchief and said, "Well, no matter whether Gramont is good or bad, he is a member of our table. How we fight among ourselves is our own business, but if outsiders want to suppress us, then we should point our spears at the outside world together. Ladies and gentlemen, this is also the main reason why we held a meeting today, isn't it?"

As soon as he spoke, people immediately followed him.

"Mr. Anthony is right. Gramont is dead, but we must avenge him."

"Yes, even if Gramont is a bad boy, he is still our friend."

"Haha, you make it sound like everyone here and I are saints?"

Suddenly, all eleven people around the round table burst into laughter.

Bang!
Suddenly, the door of the conference room was violently pushed open.

The eleven people turned around instantly and saw two black-clad bodyguards who were obviously Russians standing on both sides after pushing open the door.

They stared in amazement at the only Russian at the table.

The other party was stunned for a moment, then slammed the table and stood up, shouting in Russian: "What are you doing? Get out of here!"

But the next moment.

Hong Chen walked in wearing a suit and tie with a smile on his face: "Oh, you have such a bad temper. You are yelling at me like this. It's obvious that you don't give me face!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Anna, who was half a step behind him, raised her gun expressionlessly and shot him in the head.

The body fell to the ground, and immediately, the remaining ten people stood up in shock.

Soon, Old Anthony exclaimed as he looked behind Hong Chen.

"John? How could you?"

John, who was following behind Hong Chen, nodded slightly to him but said nothing.

When Winston appeared following closely behind, the ten people who were familiar with him couldn't help but frown, but Winston seemed not to notice their gazes at all, and followed Hong Chen without looking away.

A group of people filed in, and then Hong Chen looked at the empty big room and shook his head.

"It's too empty. I don't like having people standing while talking. Go get some chairs."

Then, chairs were brought in from next door, and soon everyone had a seat. Hong Chen walked straight to the chair at the table that once belonged to Gramont.

But after he sat down, everyone else around him remained standing and stared at him with scrutiny.

Hong Chen smiled and said, "Let me introduce myself first. I am Hong Chen. Sitting behind me on the left are Anna, Winston, John, Marcus and Yuri. The one on the right is Director Stanley from the CIA."

If the appearance of Winston, John and Marcus was just a puzzle to the ten people, then the introduction of the CIA director was enough to shock them.

No matter how notorious the CIA is, it is still a completely government-run agency that represents the world's open order.

And what about themselves?

It is dark and cannot see the light.

The High Table and the CIA have had some interactions before, but the cooperation between the two sides is often superficial and no one is willing to have a closer relationship with the other.

Because the opposition between the two sides cannot be eliminated at all. Once something changes one day, they will become mortal enemies.

"CIA Director?" someone suddenly questioned, and then said, "Mr. Stanley, aren't you afraid that the killer will blow your head off?"

Stanley glanced at him coldly when he heard this.

Hong Chen suddenly said: "I think Mr. Stanley will become the best director of the CIA in history, so I don't want to blow his head off."

The ten people were stunned when they heard this, and then old Anthony was the first to come to his senses.

"You...you, you are the one..." He pointed at Hong Chen tremblingly, shock written all over his wrinkled face.

Hong Chen rested his elbows on the table, rested his chin on his hands, smiled and nodded: "It's me."

Instantly, there was an uproar at the table.

The ten people exchanged glances, each with a different expression.

Hong Chen ignored it and watched quietly.

After a while, two people sat down, and the rest insisted on standing, including old Anthony.

Hong Chen was not in a hurry and continued: "On behalf of the Assassin Brotherhood, that is, the Altaïr Group, from now on I will officially replace Gramont's seat in the High Table. As a newcomer, I have brought a gift to you all."

As soon as he finished speaking, Stanley stood up, took out a stack of papers from his bag, and handed them to each person at the table.

The first document is a foreign trade authorization letter signed and sealed by the military. With this document, one can not only purchase weapons and equipment from the military, but also become an arms dealer with no worries about supply.

The second document is the weapons laboratory access agreement, which is led by the Altaïr Group and jointly funded to establish a weapons and equipment laboratory. The three parties will receive profit sharing based on their different contributions during the research process.

The third document is the Recovery Fluid Supply Authorization Letter. The Recovery Fluid is provided by the Assassin Brotherhood. All document holders can obtain a certain amount of Recovery Fluid for free every year, or they can purchase it at an additional cost, but there is a limit on the purchase amount.

The effects of the recovery fluid have been described in detail and authoritatively certified.

The first document was at most icing on the cake, because the Continental Hotel never made money by providing weapons to killers, so it was not very impressive. The second document was essentially equivalent to the establishment of a brand new weapons equipment research and development and manufacturing company, and it had been recognized by the government. The Continental Hotel had invested a lot in this area, but no results had been achieved yet. Therefore, this point slightly shook their hearts.

The reason for having this document is that Hong Chen knows that the equipment that the High Table will have in the future will be truly outrageous, and the bulletproof suit alone is worth his investment.

The most important and crucial one is naturally the third document.

After seeing the description of the effects of the recovery fluid, everyone was inevitably shocked, horrified, and excited.

Maybe it can't prolong a person's life, but it can allow a person to live to natural death as long as possible.

Being free from disease and disaster is almost a luxury for all human beings.

Seeing this, old Anthony didn't know whether he was too old to stand or too frightened to control himself. Anyway, he sat down and looked at Hong Chen with shining eyes.

The restorable fluid can bring more than that. They can use it themselves and sell the extra share to others.

There are too many rich people in this world. They are already very rich, but there are still many people who are richer than them.

Assuming that you have lost the worry of illness, what could be happier than taking money out of other people's pockets and putting it into your own bag?

Isn't the most important mission of the High Table to enable everyone to make money better and faster?
Then, more people sat down one after another.

Finally, only one person was left standing.

"Shimazu Koji?" Hong Chen looked at him.

The other party nodded.

"Are you not satisfied?"

Shimazu Koji shook his head: "No, on the contrary, I am satisfied. However, you seem to have forgotten who you killed."

"My memory is not that bad." Hong Chen raised the corner of his mouth and said, "I still clearly remember the way his head shattered in front of my eyes."

As soon as he said this, Shimazu Koji kicked the chair behind him away and said, "I can't possibly cooperate with you. Since they are willing, I will quit the High Table from today!"

"You're pretty loyal?"

Shimazu Koji looked at Hong Chen coldly and said, "I am the Great Japan..."

"Anna!" Hong Chen suddenly spoke.

Anna immediately jumped out from beside him, rolled over on the huge round table, and kicked Shimazu Koji's chest with her legs.

Shimazu Koji raised his arm to block, and then he quickly stepped back.

However, during this time, he also immediately drew a rapier from his cane.

Anna stepped on the edge of the table, jumped into the air, kicked her legs apart, and then chopped down on Shimazu Koji's head.

Shimazu Koji raised one hand and thrust upward with the sword in the other.

Fists and kicks met.

Shimazu Koji underestimated Anna's strength. His arm suddenly felt a sharp pain and was quickly pressed down. Anna's hard-soled combat boots stepped firmly on his forehead.

Suddenly, the skin broke and blood gushed out, covering the cheeks in a few breaths.

But even though he was seriously injured, the rapier in his hand still aimed straight at Anna's heart.

Anna was in mid-air and couldn't use any force to change her body shape, but she didn't panic at all. She just raised her left arm, as if she was going to grab the sword with her bare hands.

Shimazu Koji's expression became even colder when he saw this. He was extremely confident in the sharpness of the rapier. He knew that grabbing the sword would only cause the opponent's hand to be cut off as well.

clang!
A clear sound.

Shimazu Koji's eyes widened.

The hidden blade that suddenly popped out from the back of Anna's hand was completely beyond his expectations.

However, blocking is not the end.

The silver hidden sword slid down with the rapier in its hand, and the sharp metal collision instantly raised a cluster of bright sparks.

Anna took advantage of the momentum of falling to rush forward, and Shimazu Koji was unable to retract his sword and had to retreat in a hurry.

But at this moment, Shimazu Koji suddenly felt that his rapier seemed to be sucked by a magnet, and Anna followed this suction force and moved closer and closer to him.

In a moment, Anna landed.

Shimazu Koji intended to quickly withdraw his sword and then counterattack.

But Anna's hidden blade seemed to have anticipated this and followed closely.

He was horrified and was thinking about how to crack it.

But Anna suddenly turned her wrist, and used her hidden blade to lead the rapier to change direction instantly, and was about to stab Shimazu Koji's calf.

He was so scared that he quickly let go and kicked the rapier away with his leg.

Anna raised her eyebrows, raised her left leg, and hit Shimazu Koji's knee with her heel again.

When Anna kicked, she swung her left hand outward, both to exert force and for a follow-up move. The hidden blade on her left arm was instantly retracted, and the grappling hook flew out simultaneously, and the hexagonal hook caught the flying rapier.

At the same time, Anna raised her right leg and kicked Shimazu Koji in the chest.

Shimazu Koji stepped back.

Anna waved her left hand to pull back the hook, and the rapier returned quickly like a dart!
Shimazu Koji crashed into the wall, his internal organs trembling, and his blood-covered face wrinkled.

The next moment, he felt a flash before his eyes, followed by a sharp pain in his neck.

Anna gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands, her eyes filled with murderous intent, and then she pushed forward with force!

Swish!
The rapier penetrated the wall deeply!
Shimazu Koji's eyes were wide open and he died with his eyes open!
There was a sudden silence in the room.

Hong Chen clapped his hands and stood up, attracting everyone's attention.

"Well, there must be no outsiders here now. Then I will start by bringing up the first topic of today's meeting. I think the name 'High Table' doesn't sound good, and it sounds a bit mysterious. After thinking about it, I still think that the Assassin's Brotherhood sounds better. What do you think?"

(End of this chapter)