Lu Li was having a good conversation with Henry Giannini; why did he suddenly break away?
The reason was simple. In his "surveillance mode" view, he discovered two rather severe situations.
The first situation was that Zhou Jinming and his group were being followed and tracked.
This wasn’t unexpected.
Satellites had captured images of this group of people.
The news was subsequently leaked.
If the top tycoon, representing all consortia of the Ugly Country, did nothing, it wouldn’t make sense at all.
Lu Li used "surveillance mode" to observe the three or four n and won in the tracking team.
He found out these people were just tracking and had no intention of kidnapping.
So he wasn’t worried about any incidents, just kept paying attention.
The second situation was that John Chris Morgan appeared to be getting seriously ill in the "surveillance mode" view.
If he didn’t hurry to treat him, the illness might be fatal.
As a man of integrity, Lu Li had specified the ti of death for John Chris Morgan and had announced it to the public. How could he allow the other party to die "lawlessly" and "not according to the rules"?
"You can only die when I allow it, and if I don’t allow it, you cannot die!"
Amidst the high-altitude clouds.
Lu Li’s eyes were cold, "Even if Death cos, he cannot take soone from !"
Yes, that’s how domineering he was.
Maybe I cannot decide when my enemy is born.
But as long as I have decided the ti of his death, it will definitely co true.
No second more, no second less!
Thinking about it, Lu Li turned into a strear, shooting rapidly towards Niger in the southern Sahara Desert!
Now, his flight speed, while maintaining a balanced state, was about 4,300 ters per second.
That is, a speed of 15,480 kiloters per hour.
Niger is over 9,000 kiloters from the Ugly Country.
If Lu Li flew at full speed, it would take about thirty-five minutes to reach.
"The equator is only 40,076 kiloters around, now with my speed of 15,480 kiloters per hour, if I wanted to circle the Earth, it would only take a bit over two hours."
Lu Li was very satisfied with his flying speed.
The only thing that made him feel a bit regretful was that he hadn’t yet reached the first cosmic velocity.
"This day..."
Lu Li, whose eyes were flickering as he flew at high speed, thought, "It shouldn’t take long to arrive. By then, I can explore cosmic space!"
...
On the other side.
Representatives of the various consortia of the Ugly Country attended a conference call.
The person responsible for holding this eting was the top tycoon George.
He was preparing to discuss with everyone the issue of the conflict between the Morgan Clan and the Ancestors.
Or rather, he wanted to ask everyone whether to carry out a rescue.
There were many bigwigs participating in this eting.
For example, the current Sect Leader of the Rockefeller Clan, Steven Rockefeller III, the leader of the Du Pont Clan, Lady Koch Du Pont, and the head of the Boston Consortium, Marcus Locke, among others.
These are the bigwigs of the established consortia.
With the old-school consortia, naturally, there were also bigwigs from the new consortia.
Such as a group of erging large consortia bigwigs from Wall Street that have beco a force to reckon with.
Regardless of the Jewish Financial Group or the Anglo-Saxon Consortium, almost all participated.
The conference call was in progress.
George, smoking a cigar, said into the phone, "About the issue between the Morgan Clan and the Ancestors, I believe everyone is already aware. Now, I have obtained the whereabouts of Morgan Clan mbers, as they are being transported by a group under the Ancestors towards Africa. Specifically, whether they’re going to Africa, I cannot be sure at this point, but they are indeed moving in that direction. Among those present, so have a close relationship with the Morgan Clan, have intermarried, exchanged shares, or cooperated in other ways, while others might have a general relationship with their clan."
He paused here, putting the cigar aside, "No matter how your relationship is with the Morgan Clan, this ti, if the Morgan Clan is wiped out, it would be a disgrace to my entire Ugly face, and it would be a disgrace to the face of all consortia present. In the future, no matter if you want to make international investnts or anything else, a heavy blow will be dealt, so I want to ask here, the Morgan Clan, do you decide to rescue or not?"
The bigwigs fell silent, seemingly none willing to speak first.
George did not rush everyone, simply picked up the wine glass next to him and took a light sip.
Finally, after about a minute, soone spoke.
What was surprising was that the person speaking turned out to be the leader of the Rockefeller Clan.
It’s known that in the Morgan Stanley matter, the Rockefeller Clan had lost to the Morgan Clan.
This resulted in the Rockefeller Clan not being what it once was.
It can be said that the decline in the Rockefeller Clan’s power is entirely thanks to the Morgan Clan.
Steven Rockefeller III said, "I think we should rescue them!"
George asked, "Why?"
Steven Rockefeller III said, "George, you also said just now, this ti, on the surface, it’s a war between the Morgan Clan and the Ancestors, but in reality, it will affect the entire Ugly Country and us. So, the real situation is that we are at war with the Ancestors. If we don’t rescue the Morgan Clan, it equals surrendering without a fight, it equals losing the courage to face difficulties. Failure is certainly terrifying, but what’s terrifying is that we have no courage to face failure. Whether we can successfully rescue those mbers of the Morgan Clan, at least, we can’t be seen by countries around the world as lacking courage!"
"Steven makes a good point."
"Failure is certainly terrifying, but what’s terrifying is that we have no courage to face failure!"
"We know that rescuing the hundred Morgan Clan mbers from the Ancestors is going to be difficult, or even impossible, but if we don’t dare to try, how will we continue to invest and establish ourselves in countries around the world in the future?"
A group of bigwigs expressed their opinions one after another.
Everyone’s opinion was very unanimous, all expressing their desire to participate in the rescue.
George was very satisfied with everyone’s attitude, nodding slightly, "That’s what I’m thinking too. But you all know how terrifying the Ancestors are, so a rescue is a rescue, not really provoking the Ancestors. Everyone, do you understand what I an?"
"Understood."
"With our current level of technology, we are indeed not a match for the Ancestors."
Several bigwigs responded.
George continued, "I had a phone call with the Ancestors earlier, explaining to them that we have no intention of being their enemy, but if we find where the Morgan Clan mbers are, we will definitely carry out a rescue. Now that everyone has decided to attempt a rescue, let first ntion the amount of money we’re preparing to spend on the rescue. If you agree, we can discuss specific rescue plans; if not, there’s no need to talk further."
The group of bigwigs listened quietly.
George slowly uttered a number from his mouth, "Not less than one billion US Dollars!"
...
Niger.
After over thirty minutes of flight, Lu Li arrived at the southern part of the Sahara Desert.
Upon reaching this extrely hot barren desert, he directly teleported into the underground cellar.
This cellar is about twenty ters underground, surrounded by alkaline water, making it relatively cool inside.
At this mont, John Chris Morgan is lying on a crude spring bed, rapidly gasping for breath, his face pale. If he doesn’t get rescued soon, it won’t be long before he dies.
Indeed, he is very close to death.
The main reason is that John Chris Morgan recently received shocking bad news.
That is, his family mbers have all been wiped out by the Ancestors.
Upon learning this, John Chris Morgan was both shocked and furious.
Instantly, he experienced palpitations.
At that ti, overwheld by anger, he felt uncomfortable and didn’t even think of getting up to take dicine.
People, when they’re angry, it’s normal for their intelligence to decrease.
Palpitations aren’t a big deal.
The problem arises when, as John Chris Morgan’s anger continued, he had a sudden heart attack.
As everyone knows, sudden cardiac arrest is a very frightening disease.
Because its occurrence is very sudden, it often catches people off guard.
If rescue is not carried out in ti, it can easily threaten life’s health.
Sudden heart attacks usually co on fiercely and have serious consequences.
In normal room temperature, after cardiac arrest occurs for three seconds, a person will feel dizzy due to brain hypoxia. After ten to twenty seconds, consciousness will be lost, thirty to forty-five seconds later pupils will dilate, after one minute breathing will stop, with incontinence, and after four minutes brain cells will suffer irreversible damage.
Due to cardiac arrest, losing consciousness imdiately, one is at a stage of clinical death.
The best rescue ti fra for regular people is four to six minutes.
If rescue does not occur within four minutes, the patient will enter the stage of biological death, making survival hopes extrely slim.
John Chris Morgan just felt dizzy from lack of oxygen, and at this mont his consciousness is gradually slipping away.
His heart is icy cold, "It’s over, this ti I’m really going to die!"
Sure enough, as soon as this thought crossed his mind, he lost consciousness.
At this mont, John Chris Morgan felt like he was under full anesthesia, his entire consciousness falling into a blank.
It was as if he was continuously sinking, sinking into... the abyss of Hell!
Suddenly, perhaps it was an illusion, John Chris Morgan, who had lost consciousness, saw a blaze of red light shining in front of him.
This red light, like a divine glow, once flashing, continuously nourished his "soul" like.
Gradually, John Chris Morgan felt as if his consciousness was being lifted by a mighty force from the abyss of Hell, soaring upward, returning to reality.
Perhaps a second passed.
It may have been tens of millions of years.
John Chris Morgan slowly opened his eyes.
He stared at the familiar ceiling made of natural stone veins in the cellar above, feeling very puzzled in his heart.
"Didn’t I just have a heart attack, about to die?"
John Chris Morgan wondered, "How am I alive now?"
He couldn’t believe that a sudden heart attack, without any external dical intervention, could naturally improve.
Thus, John Chris Morgan attempted to turn his head, wanting to see if soone had accidentally entered the cellar and saved his life.
And indeed, as soon as he turned his head, he saw a shadow blocking the light from the desk lamp.
"Sure enough, soone has saved !"
John Chris Morgan thought to himself.
He slowly lifted his eyelids upward, wanting to see the exact appearance of his "benefactor."
Monts later, John Chris Morgan finally saw what his "benefactor" looked like.
And then...
Well, then his pupils suddenly enlarged, his heart pounding like a drum, almost fainting once again!
John Chris Morgan never imagined that the figure before him was actually that demon!
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