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Chapter 450 The paradise island where sin gathers

In the Atlantic Ocean, on an island unknown to the world, far away from the hustle and bustle of countries and cities.

Seventy percent of the island is made up of forests and lakes, where various creatures are trapped.

Thirty percent of the western part is man-made open residential area, but it is not a city or a village. It is all the property of the Hunter family of the Texas consortium.

Every summer, the Hunter family would hold a grand banquet here, inviting families with contacts in the Texas consortium, as well as people with cooperative relationships or their good friends to visit the island.

Walter is the president of UnitedHealth Group. He is in his early thirties.

Serving as president at this age can be said to have a bright future.

In fact, he is also very good at making money for the company.

When intelligent AI systems became popular around the world, he keenly seized the opportunity and applied AI:nH predictions to medical insurance, saving the company a lot of money.

Those incompetent and corrupt doctors are obsessed with overcharging UnitedHealth to foot the bill.

The patient is also stupid and ignorant, and can only be manipulated by the doctor.

nH prediction can accurately determine when a person's condition will improve and how many days it will take, so they will pay the medical expenses for a few days in advance.

Facts have proved that nH prediction is very accurate and effective, and few people are suing UnitedHealth for refusing to pay medical bills.

Among the 10,000 cases, only one case filed a lawsuit, and the remaining 9,999 cases showed that nH's prediction of the disease was quite correct.

This also confirms Walter’s impression of people at the bottom, including greed, ignorance, selfishness, incompetence, etc.

If they didn't want to maliciously defraud insurance, but were really confident, how could they not sue UnitedHealth?

Therefore, Walter hated those at the bottom.

He was fortunate to be born in a middle-class family and wanted to join the upper class in the United States since he was a child.

Through Walter's efforts, today, he finally received a ticket to the upper class.

That is to attend the banquet hosted by the Hunter family.

He straightened his tie and looked out the window at the night.

The starry sky is not polluted by the city. The stars and the moon are reflected in the deep blue sea. The crescent-shaped island looks particularly beautiful when viewed from high altitude.

The private helicopter Walter was riding in slowly landed on the island's helipad. He quickly stood up, unbuckled the seat belt of the chairman next to him, and said respectfully: "Chairman Wood, we are here."

"Really."

Wood is over fifty, and his cheeks are not maintained like other wealthy people, making him look very old.

He stood up slowly, took the crutches handed over by Walter, and walked slowly towards the cabin door.

Walter followed behind him respectfully, without a word of urging, like a man in an iron cage with a lion, carefully observing the subtle expressions on the old man's face.

He was able to climb up by being careful and considerate.

In the United States, human relationships permeate all aspects. Just having talent is not enough if you want to get ahead. You must have high emotional intelligence.

Wood stepped out of the helicopter.

The ground was covered with a bright red carpet. A young and handsome blond man stood there and said enthusiastically: "Uncle Wood, it's been a long time since I saw you. You still look so tough!"

"Haha, you are more handsome than before. I heard that you recently cooperated with the Phoenix Academy family to negotiate a big business related to military industry?"

"Well, is Uncle Wood interested?"

"Forget it, I don't want to get involved in areas I don't understand."

Wood shook his head. He was very satisfied with the current industry, and he did not have any ordinary second-generation ancestor who wanted to prove his own ideas. He only hoped that he could keep his father's business, and that would be success.

"Who is this?"

"The president of our company, Walter Ermanno, I brought him here just to see the world."

"Hello, Mr. Hansal."

A polite smile appeared on Walter's face.

On this occasion, he did not show any timidity. When dealing with these upper-class people, the most important thing is confidence. Without that confidence, it is easy to be looked down upon by them.

Hansal smiled and said: "It's my first time here, so I want to have a lot of fun.

This is a paradise island, where all the happiness on earth is gathered together to ensure your satisfaction. "

Wood said: "Walter, you don't have to stay with me, just go and have fun.

This island is a wonderful island that even Professor Hawking praised. "

"Yes."

Walter nodded, knowing in his heart that letting him play was just an excuse to get away from him.

No matter how much Wood admired him, he only regarded him as a useful subordinate or tool.

Bringing him here is to show trust in him, but if he wants to really participate in some core issues, it seems a bit overestimating his capabilities.

Walter is not in a hurry, he plans to integrate into the upper class society first, and then integrate into the top society.

He believes that with his talents and emotional intelligence, he will be able to squeeze into the top circles in his lifetime.

……

Paradise Island is very luxurious, with golden lights everywhere, making everything look like it is covered with gold, from the tabletop to the floor to the swimming pool.

Including everyone's body is plated with a golden filter.

It’s so earthy to the extreme and it’s trendy!

This sentence flashed through Walter's mind, and he glanced at this top banquet hosted by a top consortium, which was as charming as a dream.

There are a variety of delicious dishes on the table, from Chinese to Western to Arabic and so on.

All the dishes in this world can be eaten here, and all the fine wines in this world can be drunk here.

If you want a woman, from eighty to a newborn baby. Even those with unique tastes who want something over eighty can get it quickly with just a phone call.

On this island, there are no laws that can restrain the rich, and they can do whatever they want.

Because this is the private island of the Hunter family.

Private property is sacrosanct.

Even the US military cannot land at the port of this island without their permission.

An FBI investigation is completely impossible.

Walter saw many well-known celebrities and world beauty pageants here. Looking at the expressions of those people, he knew that their status was not high.

It made him feel a little happy.

Only knowledge can change destiny. Those so-called celebrities who rely on their acting skills to get into the entertainment industry can only be reduced to the lowest level playthings in this situation.

"Mr. Walter, you can choose whatever you want."

"Need not."

Walter shook his head. He knew better than to choose a conspicuous celebrity female companion since he was new here, "Bring me a seven-year-old girl."

"What kind of little girl do you like?"

The man who spoke was dressed in a tuxedo and looked like a butler, but in fact he was the personal butler of every distinguished guest. "From Arabia to Africa to Asia, and even Europe and the United States, we have them all here."

Walter thought for a while, he didn't like Asian women, and every time he saw those squinting eyes on the screen, it made him feel psychologically sick.

African Americans are too black.

“Give me white people from Europe and America.”

"Okay, I will arrange a little girl from Argentina for you immediately."

The housekeeper pressed the communicator on his ear and said to the person over there: "Bring Soledad here."

Soon, the maid escorted a beautifully dressed blond girl to Walter's side.

Those big eyes revealed a hint of fear, like a puppy in a strange environment.

This restrained posture endeared Walter, who liked absolute control.

Walter reached out and touched the little girl’s face, feeling the slight trembling and extremely smooth skin, and smiled: “Don’t be afraid, I’m not a bad person.

let's go. "

Gently pinching her cheek, Walter took the little girl and continued walking here.

From time to time, a smart robot passes by carrying a glass of wine.

Walter saw someone surrounding him in front of him, so he walked forward and found two people playing Russian Roulette.

An African-American man was stripped of his clothes and tied to a large roulette wheel. He was so weak that he could not make any sound.

Two men stood at a table betting against each other.

They loaded a bullet into the revolver, then turned the roulette wheel that tied the man, and one person shot the African-American man who was tied to the roulette wheel.

If you run out of bullets, you'll have to take a drink as a penalty.

There are bullets, regardless of whether the target is hit or not, the opponent will take a penalty shot.

Walter looked at the bullet holes on the African-American man's body. The blood that had flowed out had formed a pool of blood on the ground. It would probably be enough for a child to soak his feet.

There was no sympathy on his face, but excitement.

This is entertainment that can only be experienced by the upper class, and dominates the life and death of the monkeys at the bottom.

……

Meanwhile, inside a lighthouse off the coast of Paradise Island.

The Black Hawk Mercenary Group stays here to protect the island's security.

Inside this tower, a military radar is installed that can detect situations up to 2,300 kilometers away.

It is also equipped with a sonar system that can detect water to a depth of one hundred nautical miles.

The monitoring equipment inside the lighthouse is so complete that even the Black Hawk mercenaries were surprised.

This is a rich person.

Carver yawned, thinking of the celebrities, enjoying countless food and wine, as well as various women and men.

That desire-filled banquet made Carver want to put down the boring work in front of him and quickly get involved.

Unfortunately, as a mercenary, he has no right to do that. He can't get his hands on anything on the island, unless he wants to lose this high-paying job.

Every time he finishes working here, he seeks a little bit of liberation in Florida.

Church boys are just fine.

Carver thought that after this mission was over, he would donate some money to the priest and ask him to help him get some good ones.

Drop drop!

Suddenly an alarm sound came from the sonar system, and a red light illuminated the room. Carver looked at the huge reaction that almost occupied the system screen, and said with a face full of shock: "Fake, are you kidding me?!"

There shouldn't be such huge creatures on earth!

　PS: Thanks to Lumierees and Red Cucumber for the tip.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)