Chapter 292 Black Record

Three days had passed since the raid on the Grand Hotel in Lambridge, and the situation had gradually stabilized.

Without Lin An's intervention, the members of the Rangers had clearly divided the work and controlled the Grand Hotel and the Chamber of Commerce office in Mbambuka.

The Great Elder received the city leaders who came to the door impatiently on the evening of the 26th. The officials rubbed their hands and wanted to extort a bribe from Lin An.

After discussion, the Great Elder gave them a sum of money.

After all, she was a newcomer, and she just wanted to get rid of this group of greedy local snakes first.

But the money was not enough to satisfy them. Some leading officials cursed, meaning that if they didn't give more "red envelopes", they would wait for the local people to make trouble afterwards.

"Be careful of your women!" They threatened viciously.

This touched Misuru's bottom line. He ignored the Great Elder's dissuasion and released the ghost army. It is said that the conference hall was covered with blood in the blink of an eye, and the wine-red carpet was soaked with blood and could not be washed clean no matter how hard he washed it.

To be on the safe side, the leader brought a mysterious person named "Nganga" as a thug. Unexpectedly, the latter happened to be the "God of Farming". Through telepathy, he found that the person who received him was not easy to deal with, so he found an opportunity to go to the toilet and escaped.

When the dignitaries of Mbambuka cried for help, he had already run to the foot of the mountain.

Lin An was not aware of this until the next morning, when he opened the window refreshed and a body with a cut throat fell down with a "clang".

Blood dripped down the dead body. Lin An raised his head. There was a board stuck on his chest, and the dried blood wrote a few French words:

"This is the end of annoying me!"

Fortunately, Lin An had a good psychological quality. He closed the window expressionlessly and called the cleaner to serve.

A few dozen minutes later, Misulu received a message from the [World Tree] system and came to tell Lin An about the matter.

"Sometimes we hang up the bodies of the defeated to effectively prevent them from being harassed by smaller tribes in the future."

But isn't the spotted lion the smallest tribe in the rainforest... Lin An thought to himself.

As if he had heard his thoughts, Misulu showed a smile that was not in line with his youth: "The ghost of the ancestor mentioned the glory of his life in my ear."

It turned out that Misulu's approach effectively prevented the extortion of local gangs and warlords.

Lin An had to ask him to hang the body somewhere else next time, not in his office window.

The officials didn't dare to meddle in other matters, but the elder still took the initiative to send a decent "red envelope" to ask them to cooperate more in the promotion of [World Tree] in the future.

Anyway, the expenses were paid from the account of the Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce in Mbambuka.

Lin An inherited the Chamber of Commerce's three mines, a logging site, a private airport, a factory, a barracks and two warehouses. Fuel and aircraft were the two largest expenses, followed by military expenses and protection fees.

As for the tens of thousands of employees under the Chamber of Commerce, each of them can only take a meager salary and endure the double exploitation of the Chamber of Commerce and local warlords.

Meyer flipped through the Chamber of Commerce's account book again and again and found that they were holding a messy account. Many income and expenditure were written vaguely, and the details of the flow were more turbid than the Kuba River.

Lin An took a look and was shocked.

My goodness, the Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce has not managed Mbambuka's finances since 2036.

They are a mysterious family, and the secular power is all for the purpose of detouring "Comos", and 2036 happens to be the time when the star orbits of another planet and Titan begin to overlap.

Moreover, the Chamber of Commerce uses Daole.

After the ceremony of Adelia, the northern part of Eagle Country is already a ruin.

As a Xizhou family, the [Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce] knows that in the future, Daole is destined to collapse overnight, and the foundation of civilized society will be destroyed step by step with the spread of alien radiation.

After they used money to buy power and social status in Bantu, they were not so obsessed with making money. They turned a blind eye to their subordinates' corruption, embezzlement, and wage arrears, and even let it go.

In addition, the account books also have currency units such as Youle, gold, local francs, and even Zimbabwean dollars. If you really count them, it can be called an accounting nightmare.

When those leading officials were extorting money, they even argued about which currency to accept bribes.

It is also a wonder that the city has been governed to this extent.

Anyway, the currency system has basically collapsed, and Meyer proposed to simply abandon this bad debt and use the virtual currency "Ash Leaf".

As long as the people accept it, it is far more convenient than paper money and barter.

Misulu volunteered to organize the action to promote the World Tree system. The people of Mbumbuka are controlled by gangs and warlords. As long as they are "convinced", it is not a problem to start the World Tree for all people.

Looking at the two capable assistants talking about future plans, their faces excited and their eyes shining, Lin An was quite relieved, but also a little confused.

"You came up with a plan so quickly?"

"These are the suggestions that Simbi told me. She explained in detail how to better rule the city." Mayer said.

"Dingganga used his ancient wisdom to ensure that each of his proposals has been proven by time." Misulu said.

"What can you tell me?" Lin An asked.

The pastor replied: "Winter is coming."

"That one is unfinished, do you have any other recommendations?"

"..."

Giving up this mysterious guy, Lin An sat on the comfortable sofa, holding the projector remote control in one hand and the radio walkie-talkie in the other, controlling the actions of the entire organization from here.

"Edward, how is the speech going?"

"Give me another 12 hours." The reporter said, "I'm busy repairing the radio station with Mr. Fu."

Back in civilized society, Lin An briefly grasped the current status of electronic communications in society. All satellite equipment in the world has collapsed. Fortunately, the radio stations in most developed countries can still be used.

Only a few powerful countries can barely maintain order, but they are too busy to intervene in the international situation.

All social platforms are basically in chaos, without supervision and governance.

As a third world country with a low GDP, poverty and huge size, Bantu's civilization has retreated to the early 20th century in an instant. Its land area is huge and wireless networks have never been covered. Everyone has to use telegraphs and radios.

Only most of the equipment in Kinshasa is still useful, and other cities are basically in a semi-disconnected island state with the outside world.

In Mbambuka, about forty people share a radio. People like to sit around the shortwave radio receiver at five in the morning, which is more punctual than the crowing of a rooster.

At this time, FM tunes in to Bantu Radio or Swahili Radio without interference from the sky.

Rich people would buy special radios and hold them in front of their chests or to their ears to listen to the news.

The Bridge Hotel has a radio station, and Edward is going to announce the news of the World Tree to the public tomorrow.

This master of Oxford and Cambridge University does not need to rely on the wisdom of ghosts, his knowledge alone is enough to deal with various situations.

Fu Bin, who was unfortunately stranded in Nanzhou, is also the backbone of China Railway Group. A few days ago, Lin An learned that he was a top student of Zhejiang University, so he assigned him the tasks of "census" and "public opinion survey".

"These requirements you listed... are difficult to complete in a short time." Fu Bin complained, "A good cook cannot cook without rice."

"Tell me if there is anything you can't do, and I will try to help you 'refresh' a mysterious person who can solve the problem." Lin An said half-jokingly and half-seriously, "The energy of my 'Comos' is nuclear-powered."

"Okay, okay, let's do it this way, right?"

"Just kidding, you first organize the information of the Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce employees and their mainstream problems. If you encounter difficulties, please contact Miss Meyer."

"Understood."

Understand, I also have a group of talents to manage the organization. Lin An thought.

While the six major departments were working hard, their developers did not slack off and buried their heads in organizing the information left by Countess Mariette van Hovwegen.

He snatched the countess's computer, mobile phone and a bunch of electronic devices from the regional manager and was deciphering them one by one.

The countess locked the confidential documents before leaving, and Lin An reset the system again, resulting in a large amount of data loss.

He unlocked the computer first. When the familiar default background appeared, Lin An felt the cool temperature of the mouse and couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.

A nostalgic touch.

Dividing the screen into two pages, he continued to decipher the few remaining files of the Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce while logging into the browser.

In fact, Lin An wanted to log in to the social software account and report to his old friends, but it would be too easy to expose his identity.

Taking a deep breath, Lin An skillfully typed out a line of address.

The screen jumped to a black website, with a dark green tree with lush branches and leaves. Patterns such as skulls and roses rendered the atmosphere of secrets vividly.

World Tree Forum.

Sliding the mouse, Lin An read the latest posts.

The loss of the administrator, coupled with "Kemosi" turning the myth into reality, the number of registered forum users increased, and it became more and more mixed.

Various obvious war-provoking posts, roundabout insults to each other, and gang formation emerged in an endless stream, and the atmosphere was full of smoke and miasma.

Looking at the atmosphere on the homepage that had nothing to do with occultism, Lin An's blood boiled and he logged into the management account.

I can't let the three years of hard work in college go to waste.

Delete the post! Ban the speech! Block the account!

During the drastic reform of the forum, the decryption process on the other side of the screen reached 100%, and Lin An opened the document with one mind.

Its title is - "Archive of the Correspondence of the Nakar Brotherhood".

Nakar?

If I remember correctly, this is the nation of the former Wenmu.

Lin An became interested and read on.

Salute!

Long time no see, it's been three months since you treated me to Burger King, and I miss the unique five-layer giant beef burger of Bantu very much - regardless of anything else, I wish you a happy dry season!

The coordinates mentioned before have been sent, please check and confirm with me.

Invite me to dinner when you are free,

Fat boy.

If this was not a file encrypted by the Countess, Lin An almost thought he had read a prank message.

Sliding the mouse, the next email came into view.

Dear Mr. Metalonte,

Hello!

Thank you for your blessing, but we never celebrate the arrival of the rainy or dry season.

I received a warning not to take you to Burger King a while ago, because when you ate that beef burger, you violated 22 Hebrew commandments. Please don't cause me unnecessary trouble.

The coordinates have been received. I will send people to block the corresponding channels and closely observe the movements of [Brahma] and [New Eden].

Best wishes,

Leopard President.

Lin An's eyelids jumped. This Leopard President is most likely Bantu President Tshisekedi. The people who exchanged emails with him are either [Heidu] or [Yi Ci Leye].

And [Brahma] and [New Eden] should be conservatives who cooperate with Lin Hainan.

The former is from the Lotus Country, and the latter sounds like a Xizhou family.

Their philosophy seems to be in opposition to [Black City].

As for "Metalonte"...

Lin An narrowed his eyes. This is the name of the omniscient angel.

As far as he knows, angels not only have endless mysterious arts, but also have elusive "passive" abilities. They are a very terrifying and difficult opponent.

He actually called himself Fat Boy, what a hell joke lover.

The reason for the email record was that "Fat Boy" asked Tshisekedi to block a certain area. The latter said he understood and carefully asked [Black City] about the next arrangement.

Unexpectedly, "Fat Boy" told Tshisekedi that [Black City] did not want him to participate in the subsequent plan because his "Lantern Goddess" fusion level was too low, it was worthless and useless.

Tshisekedi immediately became anxious and hurriedly said that he was cooperating with "Alfonso III" and had a way to obtain more of the medium. Please do not expel him from [Black City].

"Fat Boy" replied with such an email.

Mr. President,

You have heard the news from Eagle Country, the uncrowned queen has returned to her throne.

This distinguished lady expressed her dissatisfaction to me in a friendly manner. She thought that the structure of [Nakar Brotherhood] was too loose, and hoped that I would pick out seven elites on the basis of the Brotherhood to rebuild the glory of [Seven Sins Lords] in the 14th century AD.

I suddenly remembered you who worked hard and the eloquent "Alfonso III".

[Seven Sins Lords] was a mysterious organization with seven deadly sins as its code name in history. Its members all came from the ancient, great and glorious dynasty four thousand years ago - the predecessor of [Black City].

You should be familiar with the seven deadly sins, right?

Pride, jealousy, anger, laziness, greed, gluttony, lust.

Each word corresponds to a hell lord and the darkest and most hidden desires of mankind.

They were originally concepts unique to mysticism and demonology, but after being abused by Hollywood and various popcorn movies, these words have become well-known, and their concepts are too general. To be honest, they are no longer suitable for modern society.

Outdated, common, and outdated!

If you want to innovate, you should step on the corpses of tradition!

Therefore, I solemnly invite you to join our camp of [New Seven Sins]!

Genetic modification! Human experimentation! Environmental pollution! Social injustice! Poverty! Greed for money! Self-degradation!

Choose one you like.

The era when the mysterious can do whatever they want will soon come.

Treat me to Burger King next time,

Fat boy.