"Okay OK, the boss of the umbrella company is a little different from what I think."

After all, he has experienced cruel hard work and sat in a high position. When he encounters something different from the one he imagines, Bowery is not so confused that he doesn't know how to speak.

"As young, do you really want to know the back of the world, Mr. Duncan?"

Duncan and Bourry sat opposite each other across the table, looked at the person in front of him carefully, and confirmed that Bourry was just an ordinary person, but it didn't matter, and said, "Hello, Mr. Bourry, just like you think, I

He is a newcomer and doesn't understand the rules here in New York, but the umbrella company has the strength to take root in New York."

"You can tell..." Bowery sat upright, rubbed his hands slightly and smiled, "You can ask questions now, $20,000 per question."

"I don't mind the price, provided that Mr. Bowery is really sincere."

Duncan smiled. Money was just a string of numbers to him. Even if Bowery asked for $200,000, he would not refuse, but he would not ask him for cooperation in the future.

“Who made the rules of the underground world?”

"Ah, it's such a clever question. The rules of the underground world are formulated and controlled by high tables. I can answer this question in a more detailed way."

The eyes of Bowery and Duncan looked at each other with a strong sense of evil, as if they were expecting children to know that Santa Claus actually does not exist, "The high table is the most powerful and richest group in the world.

The underground forces formed by people maintain basic peace on the surface, but secretly formulate various bloody rules. As long as you are willing to spend money, you can let the killer kill anyone in this world, but you can't kill them.

The leader of the dead high table.”

"Oh... I understand, hypocritical rules are used to trap those lambs who do not know how to resist."

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It disappointed Bowery. Duncan just showed a joke-like expression when he heard this, and he was indifferent and signaled that he could continue talking.

"Yes, yes, I've seen through the tricks of the high table. They use their power to build rules, just like an adult version of the house play, arranged roles for everyone, once you do not meet the role positioning

Things…get out, and then a new player enters the field.”

"Is that all there is? Well, the next question, what are the rules."

...

Time was spent between Duncan and Bowery’s Q&A.

Bowery answered many questions and allowed Duncan to understand the other side of the world.

An underground kingdom set by high tables covers 70% of the world's regions and countries, with more than 100 million killers and 300 million armed personnel busy under the rules.

Their desire for war and blood has never been extinguished, but has gradually shifted from the open to the dark.

Half of the murders that occur every day in New York are made by poor killers who have no gold coins paid to the scavenger to deal with the corpse.

Everyone living in the sun may be given an assassination order, and the service center hidden under the surface of the world is like a mechanical heart, driving the chain of rules to operate.

High table provides killers with safe accommodation, dedicated doctors, supporting shops, accurate intelligence, perfect aftermath.

Assassination orders provide capitalists with a platform for killing people, and only a little money is needed. Killers who have become rule puppets will flock to help capitalists easily solve their opponents, or kill those who want to climb to the top.

This is the rule of this world. Poor people can never climb to a high position by their own efforts, either accept sponsorship or die.

Players who have tasted the benefits of the rules are unwilling to give up this set of rules that allow them to overlook sentient beings.

When answering questions, Bowery repeatedly showed his obscure disgust towards the rules.

This kind of domineering rule all reflects the contempt of the powerful and noble people towards ordinary people. Perhaps they are born to be accustomed to being arrogant.

The more he knew, the more angry he became, the more angry he was, the more he wanted to pull the high table off the altar.

In the field where high tables disdained to operate, he saw hope, the homeless and the poor at the bottom, and even drug dealers looked down upon, but Bowery found value in it.

It took many years to integrate the homeless group and gradually climbed to the current position, reaching the level where even the high table needed attention.

But this is far from enough...

Looking at Bowery, who was always smiling, Duncan closed his eyes and digested the information in his brain.

This world is indeed just an ordinary world, without the fantasy race he thought, but just an open and secret battle between some ordinary people.

This pathological world has unwritten rules, and everyone seems to live in a cage. Only a few people who see through the essence of the cage cannot break out. This is not a kind of restraint of thinking.

No matter how the rules of this world are, Duncan only cares about, how can he obtain the resources needed by the umbrella company in this world?

And what is the most worthwhile resource in this world?

Duncan suddenly remembered that there was another reason for himself to come here. He took out another spare phone, opened the video to Bowery, and asked, "The last few questions, who is this person?"

The phone is a video of two people stabbing each other in the subway. The man in the suit in the video is extremely brave and can move and attack flexibly even if he pulls a hole in his thigh, which makes people unable to ignore.

Squint your eyes and see the characters in the video. Bowery dragged his voice and said, "Oh~You have a good vision. He is the top killer, Night Demon, John Wick! Someone once saw him use it in a bar

One pencil killed three people! One pencil, three people!"

"Why did there be several bullet holes on his suit on his back? He was shot, but he was not dead, why?" Duncan cut out the picture and pointed at several bullet holes on John Wick's back to ask.

Bowery glanced at it and replied indifferently: "Maybe he was wearing a new model of bulletproof vest or a new technology, this answer is also considered money!"

Bulletproof vest? New technology?

Duncan was stunned by the fact that he thought this answer should be unusual, but he did not expect that the answer was unexpectedly normal.

It is indeed a bulletproof vest, and there may be special materials in this world to make special bulletproof vests so that people can fight flexibly after wearing them.

The expectation failed, and Duncan sighed in disappointment when he learned the truth.

He already has enough knowledge of this world and knows how to register a killer and how to enter that world. He has no problem with spending money to learn from Bowery.

Then the question goes back to the beginning, can umbrella companies get what they need from the world?

"My question is over, Mr. Bowery, are you interested in doing business with the Umbrella Company?"

Duncan came up with an idea. He didn't have any intelligence system in this world. If he wanted to collect any information, it would be better to find partners and find useful technology for the umbrella company.

If you don't find it, people in this world are like adding a violent buff, which is actually a resource. They are used to fighting. Every healthy citizen is a qualified soldier as long as he has a simple training. This is the environment.

The result.
Chapter completed!