Lords of all people: Build the supreme heaven from scratch

The survivors' suburbs are inaccessible and criminal activities are rife.

Cao Ze's mission this time is also a more dangerous task.

In the Survivors' Central Building, George Rogerson is sitting in his office, sipping champagne and reading papers.

And at the door of the office, a woman dressed in black stood with a pair of sunglasses on her face.

Seeing this, George Rogerson frowned and asked in a deep voice: Something?

Sir, this is the material you asked me to investigate!

After speaking, the man in black handed over a thick pile of information.

Okay, thank you for your hard work, go down and rest!George Rogerson said lightly~.

Yes!

Hearing this, a hint of mockery appeared at the corners of the woman's mouth.

She twisted her steps and walked straight out of the room.

At this time, George Rogerson opened the pile of information.

After opening it, his pupils suddenly tightened, and his face changed drastically, how could it be? He turned out to be a Chinese in China? How could this be?

George Rogerson's heart set off a monstrous wave.

He originally thought that this Huaxia man named Cao Ze should be just an ordinary person, and he was accompanied by a group of ordinary mercenaries.

His target is Huaxia's business empire, and he has already sent several top masters, and the other party's defense is also very strong.

However, what I didn't expect was that the other party's heritage was so deep.

In this case, it will be even more difficult to deal with.

George Rogerson couldn't help but fall silent.

Could it be that it is really a fortune? Am I going to die in China? George Rogerson said to himself.

After a long time, he sighed and said: Forget it, no matter what the outcome is, at least now I still make enough money!

George Rogerson took a check from his bosom and wrote down a string of numbers on it.

These numbers are his entire possessions!

He then slipped the check into his trouser pocket, picked up a chair next to him, and left the office.

In a deserted factory somewhere in New York.

A man of about twenty-five or sixteen years old, wearing a white lab coat and carrying a small medicine box, walked in.

His face was grim, his eyes flashed with a cold gaze, and his body was filled with a killing and resolute momentum.

I've brought him here!

The man, who was about twenty-four or five years old, came to an iron door, knocked on it, and shouted inside.

In!

Be!

The man, who was about twenty-five or sixteen years old, pushed open the iron door and walked in.

And on the other side of the iron gate, a military vehicle was parked.

Where is this?

The man glanced around and asked indifferently.

It's hell!

A middle-aged man, standing behind a large instrument, said coldly.

The man raised his head, looked at the middle-aged man, and asked, "I'm here to save people, but how do I feel that you don't seem to welcome me?"

When the middle-aged man heard this, he snorted coldly and said, "Save people, why do you think that you have that ability? Why? With these things in my hands!

After the man finished speaking, he threw the stack of materials in his hand to the man.

The man stretched out his hand to take it, and when he saw the information, his face suddenly changed.

Is it?

How could it be him?

Does he have a relationship with the Chinese?

Who is this Cao Ze?

I want to see him!

Our mission is to destroy him, not to find him big!.