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Chapter 392 King's Meeting (22, words updated today)
Sicily Peninsula.

Special planes from various countries kept driving into the apron. The entire island had been blocked and only specific special planes could land on the island.

now.

A large number of ghost riders gather in a high-standard resort hotel in the center of the island.

But even these ghost riders who can call the wind and rain in the outside world are only serving as security guards here.

The real rulers are more than twenty kings.

Representatives of the supreme power of dozens of countries around the world.

There was a huge long table, and more than a dozen strange and terrifying figures gathered here.

Among these people, there was an old woman with a face full of wrinkles, like a coffined corpse.

There is a bald god servant with nails all over his body, holding a box.

There was a painter dressed in tattered clothes like a tramp and wearing a beret on his head.

There are also black people who already have black skin but have an extra layer of black ink applied on their bodies.

Judging from the terrifying aura emanating from them, these ghost riders participating in the meeting are all kings of the king's organization without exception.

In this era, only foreign ghost riders known as kings could possess such a terrifying spiritual aura.

But the eight seats originally close to the center were strangely empty.

"It's time, missionary, he's late."

An Indian with a face as pale as a corpse spoke stiffly, stroking a string of skulls beside him.

These skulls are much smaller than those of normal adults and look like those of a child around one year old.

"There are also cowboys, twins, and gentlemen." A tall man dressed like an African voodoo priest picked up a cup of scarlet blood and drank it all.

A very young and beautiful waitress shakily filled his glass with blood again.

The voodoo priest looked at the waiter with his cloudy eyes and touched the smooth little face with his rotten right hand.

The waiter shuddered, but did not resist or scream.

She understood that here these kings were the masters of everything and could not be resisted.

The voodoo priest became even more interested. He grabbed the waiter's neck, opened his bloody teeth, and swallowed the waiter's head in one bite.

The waiter's entire body twitched for a few seconds before finally collapsing to the ground.

The headless body fell to the ground, blood splattered everywhere.

"This is an Eastern European girl, and she tastes really good."

The black man sitting next to him looked at the stained carpet, frowned and said dissatisfiedly: "How barbaric! You want to eat, why do you have to choose this time?"

"I couldn't help myself when I smelled the aroma of fresh flesh. Sorry." The voodoo priest picked up a napkin and wiped the blood from his mouth.

As one of the most powerful ghost riders in East Africa, the voodoo priest was the chief of a cannibal tribe before he became a ghost rider. He was an out-and-out perverted murderer and cannibal.

After becoming a ghost rider, he had to eat at least one hundred girls every day.

"Missionaries are always keen on presiding over meetings, but they are unexpectedly late for this plenary session." The projectionist, whose body appeared illusory in black and white, said in surprise.

clang!
The clock rang.

Everyone stopped chatting and sat up straight.

The captain came in and took the middle seat.

After sitting down, his first words caused an uproar.

"The news can be confirmed, the King of America branch—"

"All destroyed."

"What!?"

All the kings were in an uproar.

The American branch is the strongest branch of the King's Organization.

It has five kings: the plantation owner, the cowboy, the missionary, the landlord, and the butcher, as well as a king's team of no less than 300 people and research bases and security forces across the United States.

They control all power in America and are truly the kings who dominate everything.

They were all destroyed silently.

The king, who had already known some of the information in advance, had a gloomy expression and said nothing.

All the kings turned their eyes to the captain sitting in the middle.

The captain looked indifferent, and it was impossible to tell what his mood was at the moment.

"The supporting twins, godfather, and gentleman were also killed."

There was another uproar.

"But I saw the Godfather and the Butcher last week. How could this happen?" The projectionist was incredulous.

The captain said indifferently: "Eight kings, all died within two days -"

"All the King's organization's subordinate institutions and forces are completely destroyed."

This time, it fell into an eerie calm.

In just two days, eight kings were lost at once. This was the most severe blow the King Organization had ever suffered since its establishment.

After a while, the King Painter broke the silence with a grim expression.

"Who did it?"

"Which organization?"

The current King's Organization has almost unified 70% of the world's national forces.

Except for the headquarters in the East, which still retains a certain degree of independent combat capability, other organizations must either surrender or be eliminated.

How is it possible that there is an organization that can destroy eight kings and hundreds of ghost riders in an instant?

"We cannot confirm the attacker's identity, but based on the fragmentary intelligence we have so far, the attacker is of Oriental origin."

It was still the captain who spoke, but his expression was still stiff and numb.

He deliberately concealed the specific information.

For evil spirits, whether it is the king or other ghost controllers, they are obstacles that must be eliminated.

"Oriental, is this the headquarters of the Asian Ghost Riders?"

A king whose figure was illusive, black and white, and looked like a ghost spoke at this moment.

"What a joke! They are the only ones in the Asian Ghost Riders Headquarters?" A king sneered.

He was wearing an old-style suit from the last century, a tall round hat, and gold-rimmed glasses, looking like a London banker from the last century.

The remaining kings also sneered, obviously not quite believing it.

There is no strong new generation at the Asian Ghost Riders Headquarters.

The so-called number one man in Asia, Ye Zhen, is seen by many kings as just a ghost rider who is difficult to kill. He is really not worthy of his reputation.

If that terrifying old man hadn't been alive, the King's Organization would have implemented the Ark Project and completely wiped them out.

"Not really."

"According to the intelligence from my high-level insider in the Asian Ghost Hunters headquarters, they have no plans to raid North America." A man said very elegantly. He was dressed in a suit and tie, but his figure was illusory and seemed not to be in the real world.

"On the contrary, they've been having a headache recently because of an S-rank incident."

He is a pianist, and his true body is just an alien parasitic on a piece of piano music. Now he can appear in reality with the help of the power of evil spirits.

"Haha, how incompetent you are." The painter sneered.

This attitude is actually quite normal.

After all, every Ghost Rider who participated in this meeting is a king, the top existence in the King's Organization. The act of their participation in the meeting itself has made their camp clear, even though the King's Organization has not yet publicly declared war on the Asian Ghost Rider Headquarters.

But every king present knew that it was only a matter of time.

After some analysis, the kings began to digest this explosive news.

The King's Killer raised his chin and spoke proudly, "The preacher is nothing but a worthless piece of shit. The landlord is a crippled mole who refuses to leave his apartment. The butcher is only as good as his knife. The twins, the gentleman, and the godfather are just ordinary ghost riders."

"I'm not surprised they were taken out."

"But the cowboys and the plantation owners died so poorly."

The owner of the manor is truly the best ghost rider in North America, and Cowboy Simon is also one of the top five strongest players in the King's organization.

They all have achievements that are undeniable.

The banker chuckled and said, "Perhaps they have become too comfortable in North America and have lost their vigilance."

The painter king took his brush and wrote on the paper: "If he is not from the Asian Ghost Riders Headquarters, then which organization's Ghost Riders could he be?"

"The Knights have almost been wiped out, and GRU has surrendered long ago. It can't be the island country's exorcism society, right? Hahahaha." The kings all laughed, and the air was filled with joy.

Except for the kings who were shocked by the news at first, the kings who came to their senses began to mock.

After all, the kings belong to different continents. Originally, the North American king branch was the most powerful, and it also offended many people within the king organization.

Now, seeing the death of the once-powerful North American branch, especially strong men like cowboys and plantation owners, most people feel gloating.

"Rather than saying it was a ghost rider, I would rather believe that they were killed by a terrifying super S-level ghost." The warden clasped his hands in doubt.

The kings kept discussing, but they mostly laughed at the missionaries and other dead kings.

Among the dozen or so kings, only the captain, the old woman, and the clown, three evil spirits in human skin, did not mock the manor owner and his men.

It has to be said to be an irony.

The captain thought of the despicable nature of human beings, but he did not expect that the king organization he established was still in internal strife after facing the heavy loss of one-third of the kings, and no one wanted to avenge the dead king.

Not even one king proposed to investigate the truth behind the deaths of the eight kings.

The captain interrupted the kings' gloating at this moment: "Do you think their target is only the King's Organization in North America?"

Although the internal strife is helpful to the evil spirit's big plan, the captain does not want the organization he has worked so hard to build to become an organization that only knows how to abuse power and fight among itself.

After all, he is a fierce ghost and does not have the ability to read minds and control brainwashed ghost riders.

The captain glanced coldly at all the kings: "Their death is a great trouble to us."

"What kind of trouble can it be?" The projectionist said nonchalantly.

"Since it wasn't the headquarters who did it, what does it have to do with us?"

"Why not go to North America and choose a few more kings? If it's the manor owners who were killed by the ghost riders, why not invite them to join the king organization?"

"I agree," the banker said excitedly. "Those eight people who died are already sunk costs. There's no need for us to sacrifice ourselves for them."

"I agree. After all, the king never sympathizes with the weak." The killer said cruelly: "A dead king is just trash."

The captain, the clown and the old woman looked at each other. They had not expected the situation to be so embarrassing.

All we can say is that as evil spirits, they underestimated the evilness of humans.

After the establishment of the King's Organization, it stepped on the Knights, annexed Area 51, and eliminated the GRU. It was almost invincible in the world. It was so successful that many speculators infiltrated it.

Boom!
The captain slammed the table, and the kings who were talking nonsense were instantly silenced.

The dust floating in the air suddenly stopped, and the sunlight outside the window shone through the glass curtain wall onto the dozen or so kings, which was cold.

The old woman's withered fingers slid across the table, making a sharp and harsh friction sound.

The kings were all a little nervous, because the captain was a powerful alien who had killed the number one ghost rider in Europe head-on and defeated the Knights alone.

"Civil unrest?!"

The captain's cold eyes swept over all the kings, and no one dared to look him in the eye.

"The target of that group of Eastern Ghost Riders is our King's Organization!"

"No one here can escape their pursuit!"

The clown laughed strangely: "They have replaced the North American branch of the King Organization and signed an agreement with the American government to become official ghost riders."

"What!" The kings were all a little bit unbelievable.

"They are going to replace us?" the killer said with a distorted expression.

"They won't replace us." The Joker laughed.

"They want to destroy us!"

"Why?" the projectionist whispered, "We don't have any fundamental conflict of interest, do we?"

"They already know the details of the Ark Project. In retaliation, they will launch the Great Flood Project."

"Ark Project." The projectionist shook his head. He didn't agree with this outrageous plan from the beginning.

His country is in Eastern Europe, and its territory is connected to East Asia. How could those evil spirits stay in East Asia honestly? Wouldn't they go west?

However, in the King's Organization, most of the former European ghost riders have little say, and the ones who support the Ark Project the most are the kings of America and Africa.

"What is the Great Flood Plan?" asked the banker.

There was no answer. The captain remained cold and stiff, his expression numb like a dead person. At this moment, he just moved his eyes slightly.

He looked at the banker and pushed the file on the table in front of the banker.

The banker opened it and took a few glances before his face changed: "Crazy!"

"They're actually planning to unite East Asia and North America to launch a decisive war against us, using a supernatural flood to send evil spirits into our land!!"

This plan was of course made up by the captain in order to kidnap the king and use him as a pawn.

The warden sneered, "What cruel East Asians!"

“It’s totally inhumane!”

"Inferior races that should be eliminated should not exist in this world!"

To be honest, the King's Organization is a group of ghost masters in human skin and a group of ghost masters who do not treat humans as human beings.

They don't care much about the lives of ordinary people, but because they are used to being domineering, now another team dares to attack them, and they fight back in their own way without any bottom line.

This is hard for them to accept.

"While we were still arguing internally, that group of people had already headed east to make preparations!" The clown laughed.

"What are you still hesitating about?"

"To take a step back is to put everything you have into their hands!"

The Joker's words completely made them give up the idea of ​​appeasement.

"Then what should we do?" The projectionist saw that every king had become ferocious and violent, and instinctively felt that something was wrong.

But he didn't know what to say.

"Of course it's a counterattack!" said the old woman in a cold and unhappy tone.

"How to fight back?" asked the banker.

The captain said indifferently: "Launch the Ark Plan in advance!"

"Totally flood East Asia."

"At the same time, attack the group of Eastern ghost riders."

"Kill them!"

"at all costs!"
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On a special plane to the East.

Although the Zhongzhou team has flying props and is faster, after much consideration, everyone decided not to be outdone.

So he decided to drive the new president's Air Force One to East Asia.

At the same time, in order to improve safety, a golden safe house was installed directly inside the aircraft.

"what--"

Zhu Wen carefully distinguished the eight trigrams thrown away.

"What's wrong with this hexagram?" Zheng Zha leaned over to take a look.

"The Kan is below and the Zhen is above, the soul-devouring Kan is trapped." Zhu Wen's face was a little solemn.

"Evil spirits are all around, and the dark evil is like an abyss."

"The flesh and blood will wither, and the underworld will be endless."

"The evil star is piercing the sky, and hundreds of ghosts are haunting you."

"Another bad omen!"

Zhan Lan frowned slightly: "In the last world, before Lonely Mountain, Zhu Wen, you tested it once."

"That time was also a very bad omen."

"We know the consequences."

"The Lonely Mountain is a trap!"

Lingdian rarely spoke up and said, "That time was very dangerous. It seems that this journey will not be peaceful either."

Zhuang Boshi pondered, "The change in the hexagram should mean that the King's Organization is about to take action."

"Their counterattack and revenge are coming!"

"Just the king?" Zhan Lan asked worriedly.

Zhuang Boshi did not answer, but he understood that the king was only in a minor condition.

The deeper danger must be in the city where the story begins.

Dachang City!
(End of this chapter)