Rebirth: Super Banking System

Chapter 1967: Chapter 1791: Number One of the Underworld Forces

“Want to cry!”

“Hold on!”

“Don’t shed tears.”

The three France and Germany scientists kept comforting themselves, stay calm, must stay calm, what does the Nobel Prize count for, haha, what does cancer count for, haha, what does the AIDS virus count for, haha.

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

Boohoo!

Seems like it’s going to.

…

Soon.

Amidst the melodious music.

The king stepped on stage.

With a smile on his face, all cameras were now focused on those three distinctly different figures. Many in the audience were older, some had been to Germany for treatment, their gazes were friendly.

Of course.

There were unfriendly ones too.

Truth be told.

Many wished they could tie up the three of them and force out the preparation technology of the transcription fluid, not entirely for economic interests, but also out of curiosity, especially the scientists, who were very eager.

Two years.

No progress at all, who wouldn’t be at a loss.

“Congratulations.”

“Thank you for your contribution to the world medical community.”

“…”

Facing the media, while expressing gratitude, the king mumbled in his heart, hoping the consortiums wouldn’t cause too much trouble, otherwise, Sweden would lose face globally, and he was helpless about it.

Capital.

Has long controlled everything.

The king?

It’s good enough to maintain his status, just for show, after all, for thousands of years, heritage, legitimacy, and bloodline were the imprints of this land, with the royal family, capital could have hereditary nobility.

Otherwise.

Pure capital.

No matter how strong.

Is just a pile of money, without the ’nobility’ associated with it.

…

“Isn’t it over yet?”

Outside the concert hall.

At the top of a high-rise, two men in black holding telescopes looked nervously below, they were transferred from the United States, recalling last month, their hearts couldn’t help but pound wildly.

One night.

Hundreds died, and they were all elite.

Today.

They might face the same enemy, thinking of this, their palms sweated, already operating in the shadows, more aware of how terrifying a hidden opponent could be, truly life-threatening.

“A9 observation point, normal.”

“Received.”

Every minute.

Had to be reported.

Putting down the communication device, continued, the tops of the high-rise buildings surrounding the concert hall were all filled with their people, in groups of two to three, monitoring all suspicious individuals, with more people on the ground.

“Uh.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

’Speak.’

“I feel like I’m being watched.” One of the men frowned, the feeling was strange, not killing intent, he just stepped off the battlefield not long ago, sensitive in this aspect.

“Which direction?”

“…”

I’m not a god; how would I know.

Seeing this.

The companion realized as well, indeed, it would be strange if he knew, suddenly, the man added, “I always feel like we’re not surrounding them, but we’re surrounded, hope it’s just me overthinking.”

In that instant.

He recalled.

The feeling of being ambushed, didn’t pay much attention before because he was on the ambushing side, which was impossible, but thinking of that force’s mystery, he didn’t dare to be sure.

“Surrounded?”

The companion was stunned.

Regarding intuition.

The man was much stronger than himself, having only come from the CIA, skilled in technical expertise, but when it came to intuition, compared to frontline soldiers, especially elite special forces, the gap was significant.

“Sure?”

“No.”

“Huh?”

“Just feels like the atmosphere is very eerie, be careful.”

After speaking.

The special forces soldier squinted, looking in all directions with the telescope, some rooftops still visible with their people, turned a circle, didn’t find anything suspicious, everything normal to the point of being terrifying.

Quiet.

Still.

Hmm?

The man suddenly got a shiver, too quiet, so quiet that the familiar sound of breathing was gone, instantly, all the hair on his body stood up, he turned his head with difficulty, terrified to death.

His companion.

Was gone.

Replaced by a strange face.

At this moment.

Was smiling at him, that smile, he found more terrifying and horrific than any horror movie, due to the intense shock, he was so scared that his entire body became rigid, unable to speak.

“HELLO.”

This sentence.

Was the last thing he heard before regaining consciousness.

Then.

Everything went black, and he knew nothing.

…

“Normal.”

“Normal.”

“Normal.”

“…”

Messages were being sent to Greece.

Everything normal, but this normality sounded so ironic, last time in the United States, it was said to be like this too, their operations were long over before being discovered.

Normal?

More unsettling.

Suddenly.

“There’s a situation.”

The subordinate reported.

“What?”

The old man became spirited.

“There was a fight on Kovalro’s side.”

“Came.”

The news made the old man’s eyes gleam, not afraid of trouble, just afraid of calmness, they weren’t hoping much with Kovalro’s people, used them as cannon fodder with the hope of catching some fish.

At this time.

“Seventeen observation teams have lost contact.”

“What?”

“Kovalro reported that their people also lost contact, they’re sending someone over.” Two bad news in succession, loss of contact, if not due to signal blocking, then it meant death, the latter possibility being greater.

“Send our people too.”

“Yes.”

Similarly.

Messages were sent everywhere, over a dozen teams headed towards the direction Kovalro reported, overtaking, speeding, running red lights, the Swedish police on night duty received reports but ignored them.

Tonight.

Unless directed by headquarters.

Otherwise.

Stay at the post, that’s the order.

…

“Get out of the car.”

Outside a factory building, dozens of off-road vehicles stopped, this location near the outskirts, sparsely populated because the surrounding Underworld Forces ran rampant, public security was poor, rarely anyone came at night.

However.

Kovalro is the number one in the world among Underground Forces.

In front of it.

These are all underlings, just different business, Kovalro departed from low-level business mode, inclined towards high-level Underworld Forces, strictly speaking, it’s an upgraded version of Underground Forces—Dark Forces.

“Be careful.”

Dozens disembarked.

Looking at the distant factory building.

There.

Surrounded by iron fences, some lights still on in the factory building, some flickering, according to task description, only Kovalro people went inside, others stayed outside, ready to support at any time.

“Go.”

Nearly twenty fully armed Kovalro members advanced along the walls.

“Very professional.”

Behind.

The consortium people nodded constantly, Kovalro’s members were elite among elite, now it seemed, they lived up to their reputation, a significant portion of CIA’s global intelligence network was controlled by Kovalro.

Indeed.

They have some skills.

Soon.

Kovalro people entered the factory.

Just a few seconds.

“Da-da-da!”

“Bang!”

“Boom!”

“…”

The sounds of fierce battle erupted, the people crouched behind got tense, after nearly half a minute, the sounds stopped, the night returned to its previous silence, they were eager to know the outcome of the battle.

“Kovalro support failed!”

Soon.

Sound came through the earphones.

“Kovalro’s new support is on the way.”

“…”

This atmosphere.

Seems a bit strange!