I set up a shelter organization

Chapter 444: Controlling the Magic, 1 Million

is it possible?

Why would a logistics manager carry such top-secret information?

Shouldn't this kind of information be firmly locked away in a headquarters that they have been unable to find until now, possibly in another time and space?

How did it end up here and be acquired by a member of a lowly and stinking organization called Hyenas?

Tyron took a breath and gave an order to his men.

His subordinates were also in disbelief.

After all, the strange method of the contract is the foundation for the establishment and development of the organization.

Such information would never appear on the hands of an ordinary logistics staff, even if that person is the logistics manager closest to the Contract Master.

The subordinate carefully looked at the document in his hand, and his expression had become much more serious from the natural one at the beginning.

As he watched, he discovered the problem.

This is not a real method of contracting weirdness, or in other words, it is not the orthodox method of contracting weirdness and utilizing weirdness in the Deviant Society.

The word contract is also wrong.

It should be replaced with a more understandable word. What is written above should be how to "control" the weirdness.

To accommodate, suppress, and control.

This is a trick to control evil.

Of course, this is only a small part of it, and only the beginning, the most important part is not at the top.

The subordinates looked at the information in the boss's hand with fanaticism in their eyes.

Those should be all the tricks to control evil spirits.

He told his boss about his discovery.

After taking a deep breath, Tyron became even more excited.

If this document described the strange contract methods of the Psionic Society, he would suspect that there might be some fraud.

After all, no organization would be so foolish as to spread the basic information of its establishment to the outside world so casually.

If an organization was so brainless, it would have been eliminated long ago.

But according to various investigations by these people.

The organization called the Deviants' Shelter Society not only possesses high technology far beyond their world, but can also use strange powers to create many powerful and strange props.

The special weapons currently on sale are also made using weirdness.

They have existed for a long time, conservatively estimated to be more than several hundred years.

In such a powerful organization, the decision makers cannot all be brainless idiots.

"Controlling tricks?"

Terran began to think, and suddenly he remembered something. He seemed to have heard that there was an organization that captured many students in Xia Country and made them join some kind of society.

That organization possesses the same mysterious power.

What are they called? Oh, right, Ghost Masters!

That’s right, it was this group of guys. Later, based on the information they investigated, it was the people from the Heterodox Society who took action and wiped out the organization.

Then, it makes perfect sense that the art of controlling ghosts ended up in the hands of the Deviant Society.

However, the Deviant Society, which possesses a strange method of contracting, may not necessarily look favorably upon the art of controlling the devil.

Even if you like it, you may not necessarily take it seriously.

After all, an organization has its own system that has been in place for many years. The older it is, the more unlikely it is to change.

Unless the magic of controlling the devil is more powerful than the power they possess, it will be impossible to shake their system.

So, it makes perfect sense that this art of controlling ghosts, which they looked down upon, fell into the hands of the manager of the logistics department who had a close relationship with the ghost master.

After all, the manager's status is higher than that of others, and they don't know that the manager will be attacked by a ghost. What if the manager is about to hand over the information to some ghost master and is attacked and killed by a ghost?

Then this information fell into the hands of the Hyena people.

Tyron had convinced himself.

There was also a fanatical look in his eyes.

This is the art of controlling evil!

This is a mysterious power!

As long as you have it, you will open the door to another world.

As long as they have this power, the weirdness will no longer be a threat.

And they no longer need to be constrained by the deviant society, have their necks strangled, and can only flatter them humbly and live according to their wishes.

And he will use this information to clear out all those who dare to block his way.

No ambitious person can resist this power.

He immediately signaled to his men that they must buy the information no matter what the cost.

There was a stern look in his eyes.

We have already started transferring people here.

He not only wants the information, he also wants the people to stay.

He didn't believe that the boss only had this piece of information.

How could the boss really not be tempted by such a method that could possess mysterious power?

The boss must have a backup, or maybe even the original.

Terran would not feel at ease if such an important thing was left in someone else's hands. Only when it was completely in his own hands could he be sure of it.

Besides, he was just a small hyena member. Even if he faced the entire hyena group, he could easily suppress it.

Let these three people stay with him forever. Only dead people are least likely to leak secrets.

Terran has already sent the message, and his men are rushing over at full speed.

Tai Lun asked his men to negotiate the price with the boss first and delay it as long as possible.

Subordinate: "I wonder how much you plan to pay?"

The boss was like a hyena, always putting profit above all else and refusing to give up until he got what he wanted. "Haha, I don't understand this. Look, what do you think this information is worth?"

The subordinate cursed inwardly, knowing that the other party would not give up unless he could offer a satisfactory price.

So he gestured with his hands: "How about this number?"

The boss's mouth curled up, "Five billion?"

"Although it's not bad, the value of this information is self-evident. The wealth it can actually create is far more than this. Speaking of which, you guys aren't very kind."

"You lied to us that it was just a branch of an international company, but you didn't even mention the power behind it. We were really screwed by you."

The boss mentioned this.

The subordinate looked a little embarrassed. "Well, we can't gather that much working capital at once. Not to mention you're asking for cash. Five billion is already the maximum amount we can mobilize right now."

"Unless you give us some more time and pay via bank account instead of cash, we can only give you this amount."

The man stretched out five fingers and turned over his palm.

Ten billion!

The boss's eyes lit up as he looked extremely greedy for money.

"Okay, ten billion is ten billion. Give me five billion first, otherwise I'm afraid you won't pay me. You can transfer the remaining five billion to my account later."

The subordinate nodded, then asked for the boss's account number and called to arrange the transfer.