Entering the main entrance of the manor, the first thing Lena sees is a variety of precious flowers, as well as groups of men and women wearing formal suits and evening dresses.
The men are generally older, with even the youngest in their early forties, and most of them are in their fifties or sixties.
They were like nobles in the Middle Ages, gathering together in twos and threes and talking about something, sometimes laughing heartily, sometimes frowning, their expressions looking both serious and dignified.
In contrast, the ladies are all under the age of thirty, and all of them are beautifully dressed, looking as if they have been specially invited to embellish the lively atmosphere.
Not to mention participating in the topics discussed by the men, if they even approached, they would be politely driven away by the service staff.
Some of them have even played small roles in film and television works, while others are well-known models on the catwalk.
The characteristics of these women, without exception, are that they are beautiful in appearance and maintain their bodies very well. There is flesh where there should be flesh and there is absolutely no trace of fat where there shouldn't be flesh.
In addition, there is another strange thing, that is, there is not a single black or Asian person in the entire manor.
Even Hispanics are pitiful, with only about two or three models with Komugi-colored skin.
As for their role, of course it is to satisfy the vanity and physical desires of these ruling class men.
There is no doubt that this is the current situation of United States's most upper-class society.
Don't look at the various feminist, Black Lives Matter, gender-specific and other movements surging outside all day long. Even schools and the education system are inevitably affected.
But in fact, the real ruling class still maintains the white supremacy and male supremacy style of the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries.
They know very well that these methods of dividing people into African Americans, Asians, whites, Latinos based on skin color and race, or creating gender opposition are just to blur the concept of class.
I have to say, these people succeeded.
Looking at the performance of black people, who account for the largest proportion of the United States lower-class population, we know that race and identity politics have been unconsciously and widely accepted.
Each ethnic group only cares about its own interests and wishes to trample other ethnic groups under its feet, just like the white people did to themselves, to plunder and enslave each other.
Lena, who had witnessed all this before, finally realized why Allen must destroy this huge capital vested interest group.
Because if these people are not eradicated, the nature of how the world works will never change.
The so-called Earth Federation will always remain a concept and cannot achieve true union.
Thinking of this, Lena did not hesitate to activate the device on the inside of the lady's watch that night, then took elegant steps to avoid the obstruction of the service staff, and went straight to an old man in his sixties with gray hair. He asked with a smile, "Excuse me, are you Mr. Holmes, the chairman of Caleda Foundation?"
"Huh? Who are you?" The old man known as Holmes frowned subconsciously.
In his opinion, allowing such a strange woman to approach him rashly was definitely a dereliction of duty on the part of the service staff.
If he wasn't afraid of being embarrassed in front of his friends, given his character, he would have immediately called the security guard or waiter to "invite" this stupid and daring woman out.
"My name is Lena, an insignificant little person. If you don't mind, can you tell me what your mentality was when you abandoned Ross and proposed to attack his only daughter? You must know that the things he did originally were ordered by you. But after the incident, you abandoned him mercilessly and even attempted to kill him."
Although when raising these questions, Lena still maintained his weak image, not at all like the aggressive posture of those European and American reporters.
But in the eyes of Holmes, this was already a naked and undisguised offense. A frightening cold light suddenly appeared in his two light blue eyes, and he asked with a sneer, "Are you a reporter?"
Lena shook his head slightly. "No, I am not a reporter, nor any of those civil organizations that claim to be righteous. I am just here to ask for General Ross why you betrayed him in the first place."
"Ross?!"
Holmes's expression suddenly changed, and he subconsciously wanted to catch Lena and control him.
But unfortunately, before he could put this idea into practical action, a huge black shadow fell from the sky, smashed through the roof of the manor with a bang, and made a big hole in the floor of the brightly lit hall.
And this black shadow is none other than Ross who transformed into Red Giant.
He glanced at the people present, and greeted with a grin, "Everyone! Long time no see! How have you been during the days when I disappeared? Did you miss me?"
Instantly!
The originally lively misunderstanding scene suddenly became silent.
Because everyone was frightened!
There is no way not to be afraid!
After all, Ross had shown a terrifying destructive power very similar to Hulk when he last appeared.
If he wanted to, he could turn this manor into a river of blood in a matter of minutes.
At the running speed of a human, I am afraid that if I can't even run a hundred meters, I will be easily smashed into a pulp.
What's more, all the guests' vehicles were parked hundreds of meters away from the gate.
At this moment, the huge area and the winding European-style garden like a maze have become a prison.
"Luo...Ross! How dare you show up?" Holmes's voice was trembling.
"Hahahaha! Of course I am here to repay an old friend like you. I never knew what a despicable, dirty, and cowardly soul is hidden under your hypocritical mask. How dare you attack my daughter? Very good! Then I will let you taste the pain and despair today."
With that said, Ross raised his thick arm and crossed his back and hooked his fingers.
In the blink of an eye, a Hydra Special Operations Team fell from the sky, and six men and women, all tied up with restraints, were pushed out of the cabin.
The oldest among them was probably in his early thirties, and the youngest was in his teens.
Without exception, they are all the sons and daughters of Holmes.
You don't need to ask to know that what Ross will do next is to do what the other party wanted to do but failed to do in front of the enemy.
His values are very simple and crude, that is, how others treat him, he must retaliate in the same way.
Tooth for tooth!
Blood for blood!
Only in this way will these bastards who eat people without spitting out their bones feel fear, fear, and even despair.
After all, in their ancient values, wealth, power and status can be passed down through blood and family.
Once all the descendants die, what's the point of all the things you've worked hard to accumulate all your life?
Holmes obviously realized what Ross was going to do. He could no longer maintain his so-called grace. Even the crystal glass he was holding fell to the ground and broke into pieces. The champagne even spilled on his pants. He shouted directly at Ross: "No! You can't do this! They are all innocent! Come at me if you can!"
"Yes! Yes! That's it! Anger! Pain! Despair! When you proposed to attack my daughter, why didn't you consider my feelings? Now, kneel down and lick my toes." Ross ordered with a sinister smile.
While talking, he grabbed one of the young men with one hand and broke the other man's arm without hesitation.
Click!
"Ahhhhh!!!!!! Father! Save me! Save me!"
This young man had obviously never been treated so roughly before, and he immediately screamed like a slaughtered pig.
Plop!
Holmes, who has a funny personality, didn't even hold on for a second. He knelt down like a dog and licked Red Giant's smelly feet that exuded a pungent smell.
No dignity!
No pride!
There is no condescending attitude toward ordinary people.
But Ross obviously didn't want to let the opponent go so easily. Instead, in front of Holmes, the young man on the handle made a 360-degree spin like a twist.
Accompanied by broken bones and heart-rending screams, the unlucky guy's body exploded with a bang, with blood, minced meat, internal organs and broken bones flying everywhere.
And these were like raindrops falling on Holmes's body, making his whole body tremble uncontrollably, and he did not dare to raise his head to look at the terrifying sight.
But Ross deliberately pretended to be careless and said, "Ah! Sorry, I didn't expect your son to be so fragile. He was broken with a little effort. I believe you won't mind, right? After all, you have three sons and two daughters."
"You... what do you want?" Holmes bit her lower lip hard, trying hard not to let tears fall from her eyes.
"I don't want to do anything. I'm just going to repeat your original proposal on yourself. Now I no longer desire money, power, and social status. I just want to see you in pain so much that you want to commit suicide. Enjoy it! Next, I will slowly crush your sons and daughters to death one by one. No matter how you plead or resist, the result will not change." Ross bent down and whispered in the other person's ear.
The words just fell!
He grabbed another younger man, threw him directly in front of Holmes, raised his foot and stepped on him hard.
Bang!
After a deafening loud noise, the young man's entire body was crushed, and the tragic death was completely displayed in the eyes of Holmes, a father.
"Ahhhh!!!!!!!!!"
Finally!
The old man completely collapsed and rushed towards Red Giant like crazy, trying to make the other party beat him to death directly, so as not to have to endure such pain and humiliation before death.
But it is a pity that Ross obviously does not want to kill the enemy so early, completely ignoring the opponent's attack and focusing on the next target.
At this time, no matter how stupid the guests who came to the banquet were, they realized that he was here for revenge.
In order to take revenge on those mortal enemies who betrayed him in the first place.
The Hydra special operations team on the side were not idle either. They quickly disarmed the manor, shot all the hired "watchdogs" on the spot, blocked access and transportation, and cut off contact with the outside world to ensure that no one could escape.
Right now, the entire manor has completely fallen under the control of Hydra.
Just by looking at their posture, we can tell that these militants who suddenly appeared with Ross are definitely not here for ransom or political demands.
Just the opposite!
They must have some more horrific purpose.
It's a pity that these "big men" who have a large amount of capital in their hands and can influence the world, and even unscrupulously make plans to invade other countries, are just a group of ordinary people with no power in the face of absolute power.
Let alone resist, even life and death are not under your control.
Lena quickly screened the list of all guests present and ordered his subordinates to conduct brutal interrogations. Finally, relying on the information that had been collected, he quickly established a capital relationship network covering the United States and even the world.
With this network, Hydra can completely influence and control it from the dark with its strong penetration ability.
As for those that are not easy to control, just get rid of them directly.
As for those guys who have lost their use value, they will all be thrown to Incarnations, who became Red Giant, and Ross, allowing them to retaliate.
About an hour later, this luxurious manor worth at least a billion dollars had turned into a dark red like a slaughterhouse.
Whether it was the carpet, the walls, or the circular vault above the head, they were all stained with black blood.
The corpses were all piled up in the hall, forming a small mountain of corpses.
In order to conceal the true purpose of Hydra, Incarnations became Red Giant and Ross also deliberately allowed one of the surveillance cameras to film himself and kept a backup of the surveillance footage.
After all this was done, Lena's red pair of High Heels stepped on the plasma, slowly boarded the plane with the stealth capability, and disappeared into the vast night with his men.
She believed that when nearby residents or police saw the horrific scenes in the manor tomorrow, the entire United States and even the world would be shaken.
Because this time, it is no longer the refugees who are insignificant in the eyes of politicians, nor the civilians of backward countries in the third world in the Middle East or Africa, but the masters behind the scenes who control tens of billions or hundreds of billions of capital.
Their deaths will open a new chapter in the course of human history, and also mark that the capital that has ruled the world for three to four hundred years has finally begun to waver.