Chapter 724 Old Pervert

From his words, Chen Ke could tell that Kissinger was an old American. Although the name of the United States here was the United States, he didn't think highly of the countries in Southeast Asia. Even though the Phoenix Republic had grown stronger, he still despised it.

At the same time, the Cold War mentality had been rooted in his mind for a long time. Even though Su Luo was no longer competing with the United States, he still hated the country.

Chen Ke also realized that Su Luo did not disintegrate from the national level like the Soviet Union in his world. In 1989, Su Luo consumed a lot of resources in the psychic arms race with the United States, leading to a series of social problems.

In the international alliance led by Su Luo, many small countries have successively escaped from its control, causing the social structure of Su Luo's planned economic system to suffer serious setbacks. Without the supply and support of these swing countries in light industry, agriculture, handicrafts and other industries, Su Luo's social economy, which focused on military and heavy industries, quickly collapsed. Coupled with the sanctions and blockades of the Western Alliance on Su Luo in a series of economic fields, Su Luo soon became a hollow country with steel tanks but no oil, rice or bicycles.

Without the support of strong national strength, the number of Su Luo's supermen also greatly decreased, and it lost the capital to compete with the United States Federation. In the end, the top leadership circle of the country collapsed, and after a series of self-reshuffles, a new regime emerged. The social system was reformed in the style of Western countries. Almost all state-owned capital was taken over by a few oligarchs, and Su Luo became what it once confronted.

Even so, Western society could not accept such a large country. However, Su Luo had no intention of splitting itself. The gap between them and the Western world still existed. Although it no longer posed a fatal threat, the confrontation continued.

However, during the Cold War, another Eastern country gradually grew up and was slowly replacing the position of Sura during the Cold War.

However, the hatred for the Red Camp has penetrated into Kissinger's bones. Even today, Kissinger still looks at the world with a Cold War mentality.

"Tell me, what do you want to get most by joining this organization?" Kissinger looked at Shreli and Chen Ke and said meaningfully.

"I don't understand what you mean." Shreli said.

"The only people in charge of the Secret Society of God's Will are the top few people. Below are the high priests including me. You see, I was in my fifties or sixties when I was president in the 1960s. What do you think I rely on to survive to this day?" Kissinger seemed to be hinting.

"Are you immortal?" Chen Ke asked tentatively.

"It's almost like that." Kissinger said.

"Almost?" Chen Ke asked.

"As long as I can continue to stay here, I can keep this state. In other words..." Kissinger smiled.

Chen Ke understood that Kissinger joined the Secret Society of God's Will only because he could obtain a way to prolong his life. How enthusiastic he was about the goal of the Secret Society of God's Will itself was another matter.

Seeing that Chen Ke and Shreli didn't speak, Kissinger took a sip of wine and then said, "Young people don't need to be so reserved. I have lived for so long, and finally found that the more face-saving people are, the less they get."

"He and I want eternal youth..." Chen Ke said.

"That's more reasonable. As long as you listen to me, you will get what you want." Kissinger said with satisfaction.

"Excuse me, old man, this island is full of rich and powerful people, not only you, the former president, but also the current president, the Secretary-General of the United Nations, the boss behind the capital investment bank... Everyone joined this organization with their own purposes, and you are the same. Why should we believe that you have this ability?" Shreli was a little unconvinced.

"It's normal for you to have these doubts. But what I want to say is that no matter what organization, there is a top-down structure. No matter what your status is outside, at least on this island, you and most people are below me." Kissinger said.

"So, Mr. Former President, what do you want?" Chen Ke asked.

Kissinger put down his glass, tilted his head, and said, "If you are brave enough, come to the innermost room of the VIP lounge to find me." After that, he walked into the crowd on his own, and Shreli and Chen Ke looked at each other.

"You should remember that he is also a target, right?" Shreli asked.

"Of course I know." Chen Ke said, looking at the bartender at the far end of the bar, who was wiping the glass.

"He seems to want us to help him do something, but it may also be a trap." Shreli said.

"Do you think he has seen through us?" Chen Ke asked.

"I don't think so, he is just a conceited old man." Shreli shook his head.

"Anyway, he is dead, we will go to him now, no matter what he says, when he finishes, we will kill him." Chen Ke said and stood up.

"What kind of accident are you going to arrange this time?" Shreli asked.

"You will know after you go and see... but don't be like the last one..." Chen Ke said.

The two walked through the crowd again and headed for the VIP lounge. After Whitney Houston finished her song, the crowd in the audience clapped politely. No one screamed. There might not be any fans of Whitney among them.

Before looking for Kissinger, Shreli took a short break in the bathroom, so when they found Kissinger in the innermost room of the VIP lounge, he complained a little.

Next to this room is the room where Chen Ke and Shreli crushed Wu Guang to death. His body is curled up on the bed at this time. The door is locked well and no one has discovered it for the time being.

"It seems that you have been entangled for a while, but I understand. After all, standing in line is something that needs to be carefully considered." Kissinger sat on the sofa, smoking a cigar, and the room was already filled with smoke from his smoking.

"I thought there would be a bunch of bodyguards in the room." Chen Ke laughed.

"What kind of international joke are you playing? I don't need bodyguards." Kissinger knocked the cigar against the edge of the ashtray a few times, and then continued to smoke.

Although professionals can also be killed, if they are prepared, it is not so easy to deal with them. Kissinger's special ability is to turn into water. Perhaps he has already used this ability to escape many dangers.

The two stood in front of Kissinger, thinking about what method to use to kill Kissinger. There was nothing available in this VIP room.

"Then, before I tell you something, you should show your loyalty." Kissinger smiled.

"Oh? What do you want us to do?" Chen Ke asked.

"Please ask your fiancée to leave for a while, and you, take off your clothes." Kissinger ordered.

The two of them were silent for a moment.

"Mr. Kissinger, she is my fiancée." Shreli emphasized.

"She is a woman, and a smart woman, but in any case, women are just playthings. You want the chance of eternal life, and you want me to be your umbrella in the Divine Will Secret Society? Then you'd better be obedient." Kissinger smiled.