If Mo Chen said he was going to kill them outside, they would have enough sentinel robots and subordinates.
They would still have some confidence and maintain a minimum level of calm.
But it was completely impossible here. Mo Chen was not even five meters away from them.
If Mo Chen wanted to, he could completely kill them in a second, so how could they be calm?
"Can't you let us go?"
Old James, the oldest in the crowd, had a heavy expression on his face.
With unconcealable fear in his eyes, he asked Mo Chen.
"No!
You offended me. If I don't kill you, it will be an example to others. How can that be! "Mo Chen said firmly.
Hearing Mo Chen's determination, Old James' last hope disappeared.
His face was ashen and lifeless. The others were more or less the same.
If there was only one difference, then it would be the person who sat on the main seat earlier.
"If I'm willing to transfer all my shares in Trask Industries to you, then will you let me go?"
"Transfer the shares of Trask Industries to me?" Mo Chen couldn't help but be slightly stunned.
Looking at Mo Chen, the person thought he was saved. He was relieved and the fear on his face lessened a lot.
The fear in the hearts of the people around him also lessened a little, and the lifeless look on their faces began to dissipate slowly.
Using shares to buy their lives was also a good thing for them.
The assets they held were not only Trask Industries.
Although they might lose some of their assets, it was still better than dying and disappearing into thin air.
"As long as you're willing to let me go, I can give you all my 35.6% shares in Trask Industries!" As he spoke, the people around him also rushed to speak.
"Let me go, I can give you my 12.4%!"
"Me too!"
"I don't have much, but I can give it to you!"
Looking at this group of colleagues who wanted to exchange their shares for their lives, the person sitting in the main seat heaved a sigh of relief.
Not only would this group of people not have any adverse effect on him, but it would also help him survive.
He held 35.6% of the shares, which was the most important component and played an important role.
As long as Mo Chen took over the other shares, then his shares would be indispensable.
"You people just can't see the reality. Your shares are now yours."
"But do you think the shares will still belong to you after you die?
You are using my things to trade with me! "
Mo Chen's words caused the group of people's pupils to shrink. Mo Chen was clearly planning to kill them and take everything from them.
"You don't have a share transfer agreement. You don't have a proper name. No one will agree to it!"
"Really?"
Mo Chen waved his hand and dozens of documents suddenly appeared out of thin air in the sealed room.
Then, under Mo Chen's control, one for each person flew to the hands of everyone present.
Everyone couldn't wait to open the document. With just a glance, their faces turned pale, whiter than the paper of the document.
"This is fake!"
Was the share transfer agreement in these people's hands fake?
Of course it was fake. Although Mo Chen had used the most standard form of share transfer agreement in an instant, the most accurate asset situation.
Everyone's signatures and other things were used to create something that looked very real.
However, it was difficult to hide the fact that it was fake.
It wasn't signed under the supervision of professionals, and it wasn't certified by the authorities. How could such a share transfer agreement be real?
It was also because of this that this person said this.
"What does it matter if it's real or fake?
Yes, it's true that these share transfer agreements weren't signed in accordance with the law. "
"But don't forget, I am above the law. The law has never bound me."
However, Mo Chen's words woke up the person who still wanted to make a last stand.
Mo Chen was not wrong at all. Since the law of the United States could serve the rich, then naturally they could also be above the law.
For Mo Chen, who was above the United States, what was a fake agreement? As long as he used a little trick, the fake could become real.
Whether it was the United States government or S.H.E.L.D., they wouldn't mind helping Mo Chen turn the fake into real.
Mo Chen didn't even have to do anything during the process.
The person sitting in the main seat was in despair, but it didn't mean the others were in despair as well.
"The law isn't binding you, but do you think you can take over Trask's assets with these fake share transfer agreements?"
"Stop joking, Trask Industries won't yield to you!"
"After hearing what you said, I have to give you an evaluation. You're really an idiot."
"Trask Industries won't care if it has a new owner, because …"
"Because after today, Trask Industries will be robbed clean. They don't need to care about that!" said the person in despair.
Regarding this point, he knew when he saw the name signed under the equity transfer agreement.
It wasn't Mo Chen's name, but the name of a girl named Walter.
It didn't seem like much, but the hidden meaning was shocking.
This meant that Mo Chen had never put Trask Industries in his eyes. Instead, he had transferred it to someone else.
Since he didn't care, then he could use the best way to take over a company.
Before anyone could react, he would rob the company. Even if the people in the company reacted, it would be useless.
"You're smart!
Unfortunately, you're going to die now! "
After Mo Chen finished speaking, he did not give him or the others any chance to speak. A thought flashed in his mind.
They were all sucked dry by Mo Chen's Doomsday ability and turned into piles of gray powder.
.....
In a conference room that the United States White House would never be open to outsiders.
The President of the United States and a large number of high-level officials had been here for a long time.
During this period of time, they gave up on resting and even had lunch here.
All their attention was on the big fat piece of meat that was Trask Industries.
"How's the progress?"
The President of the United States asked the General who had just received a call.
"Everything is unfolding in an orderly manner. The army we mobilized has successfully taken over three Trask Industries."
"Now we just have to wait for him to kill all the shareholders of Trask Industries, then we can take advantage of the chaos to rob them!"
"Too slow. S.h.e.l.d. isn't deaf or blind. We can't hide the fact that we mobilized the army from them."
"At this rate, S.h.e.l.d. will probably react before we can completely take over Trask Industries."
"Our army can't fight against S.h.e.l.d. head-on!
No one can explain themselves if they fight! "