the world is at stake

"That 'Ah San' is dead."

"I heard. Do you know how he died?"

"It should be that his identity was exposed and he was killed by the minions of 'Victor'."

"How did you expose it?"

"Do you know the fire on the production line a few days ago? It was caused by that idiot."

"Ah... Isn't the management report caused by the new engineer's violation of the operating procedures?"

"No, it was engineered by the 'Ah San' engineer. He lurked in and wanted to destroy the fab, but he didn't expect to be fired for refusing to teach.

The idiot didn't leave, but instead used the contact information he kept before to find helpers one by one.It really confuses a new Chinese rookie engineer.

He paid $50 in advance and promised $200 million after the event was completed, so that the rookie could create a fire accident. "

Ah...that's how it is.

There are many rules and regulations in the fab, but there are more dangerous goods.If it's for 200 million US dollars, maybe someone really has a feverish brain and will take risks and do things in the dark.

Money touches people's hearts, as long as you don't get discovered, you can make a lot of money.

If only spending 250 million US dollars to destroy a fab worth hundreds of millions of dollars, it is indeed an action with a very high consumption ratio, and it will be a great blow to 'Holy Light'.

I'm afraid the actual cost is not that much, maybe the $50 upfront.With 'Ah San''s temperament, the final payment will definitely not be paid.

As a result, the fire failed and was brought under control by an old technician at the scene.Before the management did a thorough investigation, I'm afraid they really thought it was an accident.

It happened that Yilan was serious again, but after the investigation was clear, she would definitely not say such a shameful thing.

"So the management paid attention to it and investigated again, so they discovered our idiot companion and killed him?"

"probably."

The ghost of the Ministry of Justice sighed, "The rookie who tried to create a fire was also fired, and he flew back to China yesterday. He may not know that the matter has been exposed, and he will definitely be arrested when he goes back.

Also I just got a message that 'Victor' can't be found on it, but I'm very excited about destroying his fab.I'm afraid this will never end.

I'm a little scared now, if we are found out, 'Victor' won't let us go.Do you think we should run away? "

The Chinese accountant was stunned for a long time, unable to speak.He is not a specially trained spy, but a follower of the 'Brotherhood' by chance.

Adventures in time and space brought magical enjoyment and now deadly danger.

Chapter 18 Useless followers

After chatting with the ghost of the legal department for a long time, a phone call called him away.

When it was eight or nine at night, the Chinese accountant slipped around the office a few more times, and without getting any new information, he left the factory and returned to his apartment on the outskirts of the city.

But before I got home, the same phone call came.Someone ordered in a hasty tone: "Come to the Howson Hotel in the city center."

With that said, the phone hangs up.

The Chinese accountant's nerves were tense, and the vehicle he was driving was driving in the suburbs at night.But after receiving the order, he had to turn around and go to the city center.

There will be several followers around the chosen ones, just like Sun Luoji pulled by Zhou Qingfeng.After all, a team is stronger than an individual.

There is no mandatory constraint between the chosen and the followers, and if the followers are strong enough, they can even fight back and seize power.But generally speaking, the two are like masters and servants.

The call received by the Chinese accountant came from his 'master', as long as he had no intention of resisting, he had to obey.But the tone on the phone was very unusual, which made his heart heavy.

Half an hour later, the Chinese accountant arrived outside the hotel in the city center with a feeling of apprehension.But calling again, the 'owner' told him to drive the car to another block.

The next order on the phone was for him to circle the city center.The more twists and turns, the more confusing and intensified the tension.

After more than a dozen laps, the Chinese accountant felt dry mouth and dripping with cold sweat, but the palms holding the steering wheel were extremely hot and slippery.

It seemed that something big was about to happen, and he really wanted to ask what happened, but he didn't know how to speak.

After tossing for an hour, the Chinese accountant finally got a clear instruction to park the car at the intersection a hundred meters away from the hotel.

Beyond the bright headlights, a man ran out of a dark alley, rushed to the front of the car and tried to open the door.

The Chinese accountant was startled by the figure, but the car door was locked and could not be opened from the outside.When he turned his head to look, he saw a bloody face angrily knocking on the window outside the car, ordering him to open the car door with curses.

is 'master'.

How could he do this?

The Chinese accountant unlocked the car door.The car door swung open, and his 'master' quickly sat in and cursed: "You pig, do you want to kill me?"

"Mr. George, are you injured?" The Chinese accountant asked in surprise, "What happened?"

The bloody 'master' is an ordinary white man, younger than the Chinese accountant, dressed in non-mainstream hip-hop, wearing earrings, wearing ripped clothes, a typical street gangster.

"Drive quickly and get out of here." Nervous George touched his face and denied, "It's not my blood, I'm not injured. Go to your apartment, your identity should not have been revealed yet."

The Chinese accountant glanced cautiously. George, who he was following, had a gun.There was blood on his face, hands, and clothes.In addition, the other party was carrying a small bag on his back, and he didn't know what was inside.

The vehicle continued to drive, but the two people sitting side by side did not speak much.

The Chinese accountant really wanted to ask about the situation, but every time he turned his head, he would see George staring straight at him, with an indescribably dangerous aura.

After holding back for a long time, the Chinese accountant decided to ask, "Sir, why are you in Raymond?"

But George shook his head, and said something irrelevant: "Darlington is dead."

"Who?" The Chinese accountant didn't know why.

"It was another selected person who investigated the crude oil business of 'Holy Light' in Texas. He hired several private detectives and asked people in the government for information. But three days ago, he died."

George gradually calmed down, but his tone was low and he looked very frustrated.He continued: "The company that sells oil to Holy Light is called Pioneer Resources.

The company's stock plummeted to the point of bankruptcy, but it was brought back to life thanks to the order of 'Holy Light'.Darlington wondered who was behind the scenes, but his investigation touched a sensitive nerve among some in power. "

Oil extraction requires a huge amount of capital investment, and it is almost bound to industries such as finance, insurance, stocks, and bonds.This is doomed that only powerful figures can lead its development.

The U.S. oil consortium is comparable to the military-industrial consortium. It can contribute money to influence the domestic and foreign policies of the United States. It is a complex and huge interest class that ordinary people cannot fight against.

In order to protect their own interests, the oil consortium dared to launch a war, destroy the country, and kill millions of people.Also for profit, it protects the enemies of the state and removes any stumbling block.

Zhou Qingfeng chose to cooperate with the government because he was weak and did not have much political ambition.

But the 'Brotherhood' is just the opposite. Their leaders are all elites from all walks of life, but they only infiltrate the US government, never pull high-level government officials into the team, let alone hand over control to the government.

Americans inherently distrust the government and are even less willing to obey their rulers - this is most clearly reflected in the organizational structure of the 'Brotherhood', they just want to seize power.

Through George's explanation, Chinese-American accountants probably understand that in the investigation of the oil trade of 'Holy Light' and 'Pioneer Resources', a 'Brotherhood' named Darlington was killed unexpectedly.

"But does this have anything to do with us?" the Chinese accountant asked.

"Based on what we know from the police investigation, Darlington was agonized before his death. We suspect he said a lot of things he shouldn't have said.

The higher-ups decided to issue a warning to all members of the 'fraternity' Darlington knew, ordering them to immediately change their identities and hide.

But the enemy reacts faster than we thought.Within five hours of Darlington's death, we lost several other chosen and followers of the investigation.

We speculate that 'Victor''s space-time ability is some kind of irresistible intelligence investigation ability.This forced us to make a larger contraction.

But photocontraction is not an option, we also have to retaliate. "

Speaking of this, George gritted his teeth, stared fiercely at the Chinese accountant, and said, "We have to destroy Raymond's fab, and let that damned yellow monkey feel the wrath of the 'Brotherhood'."

As the same 'yellow monkey', the Chinese accountant shrank, and was almost frightened by the viciousness and resentment in this sentence to step on the brakes.

He gripped the steering wheel in panic, controlled the vehicle from swaying from side to side, and turned his head slightly, only to see the 'master' staring at him with bloodshot eyes.

The Chinese accountant's heart skipped a beat, "Mr. George, a follower of Indian origin has already tried once, but it was unsuccessful."

"Yeah, I asked him to do it. It's a pity that he was too stupid and was fired for not doing anything. Contacting other engineers was not very successful, and many people were unwilling to do it.

After finally using money to lure a rookie to cause an accident, it was destroyed by the technicians on the scene.Now the vigilance of the Raymond fab has been greatly enhanced, and the entire factory is undergoing safety rectification. "

George sighed again, stared at the Chinese accountant again, and asked, "The Indian guy is dead, but our plan will not stop. Now someone needs to bring a bomb into the fab."

bomb?

The Chinese accountant immediately looked at the small bag on George's back, shook his head and said, "Sir, you don't want me to complete this job, do you?

I'm just an accountant. It's okay to make some fake accounts, but it's impossible to plant explosives.Moreover, the security measures in the factory area are very strict, and it is impossible for me to bring the bomb in. "

Faced with this rejection, George seemed to have known it.He laughed and said, "That's right, your ability to make fake accounts is pretty good. You did very well the previous few times. I won't force you."

The Chinese accountant then breathed a sigh of relief, and asked again: "Can't drones be used to drop bombs?"

George shook his head, "No, a no-fly zone has been set up around the factory, and there is radio interference. After the Chinese people were alerted, they even carried out reverse positioning."

"Could someone from the 'Brotherhood' in the FBI or some other powerful department do a bit of an investigation of the fab? Make this fab unoperable."

"Yes, this is already being done. But it will not work for a while. The most annoying thing is that the huge oil trade has provided a talisman for the 'Holy Light'."

The Chinese accountant asked around and found that there seemed to be nothing wrong with him.So he was completely relieved and even drove more safely.When the vehicle drove out of the city center, George suddenly asked to get off.

"I came to you and told you so much, but I actually wanted to confirm whether you had betrayed."

"Sir, how could I betray you?"

The vehicle was parked next to the suburban road, and the headlights illuminated a lawn on the side of the road. Not far away was the dark woods.

The Chinese-American accountant was sitting in the car, but saw his 'master' pull out a pistol after getting out of the car.He shook his head in panic, "Why?"

"Get out of the car, you pig." George pointed his gun at his followers, his distorted expression was particularly terrifying in front of the uncertain lights.

The Chinese accountant trembled from the gunpoint, and was paralyzed and unable to move.He started to cry and asked pleadingly, "Sir, I didn't betray you."

George opened the car door by himself and pulled out the Chinese accountant, "Yes, I know you didn't betray. But you have actually been exposed.

The minions of 'Victor' will catch you, torture you, interrogate you and make you tell everything.You can't handle it.You will bring disaster to me.

Didn't you just ask, where did the blood on my body come from?In fact, before I saw you, I just called out the guy who was lurking in the legal department and executed him. "

The Chinese accountant fell to the ground, he trembled even more, and begged more mournfully: "Sir, I can evacuate. I can leave the sight of 'Victor', and I will never betray you."

George shook his head again, "Yes, you can evacuate. But you're useless.

The number of followers of the Chosen One is limited, and we will face more cruel space-time adventures in the future. What can an accountant do?You are not willing to die for me, I am also very embarrassed. "

When George said this, he let out a tyrannical laugh.

"I can opt out."

"Quit? Hahaha... No one can quit 'fraternity.'"

Chinese accountants suddenly realized that their use value was exhausted, so they were disposed of as garbage.He even thought... "Didn't that Indian die at the hands of 'Victor'?"

"You're very smart, but unfortunately I don't need you anymore." George's laughter turned cold and he pulled the trigger.

With a bang, the Chinese accountant was shot in the forehead and fell to the side of the road in the wilderness, dead.

George whistled, took out a small notebook from his pocket, opened one of the pages, and crossed out the name of the Chinese accountant on it.

There are many names in the notebook that have been crossed out, and there are also names that have not been crossed out but are waiting to be crossed out.This is one of the initiatives that the 'fraternity' decided to transform the team.

Some useless or unreliable followers will be cleaned up.Especially those who may bring danger must die.

After finishing these, George drove back to the urban area in the car of the Chinese accountant.He has more important things to do-destroying the Raymond fab is still an irreplaceable task.

Chapter 19 The Big Devil Came in Person

Bureau G Building, Nebraska Avenue, Washington, DC.

The morning meeting had just ended, when the staff on the fifteenth floor heard the ding of the elevator door open, they immediately tensed up, because a sonorous and forceful step stepped out.

Dozens of square grids dare not let out the atmosphere.The bald intelligence analyst worked hard, the female secretaries who sent confidential information trotted quickly, and even the housekeeper who was in charge of cleaning chores was silent.

The long-legged Lena put on the knee skirt and black stockings again, and stood respectfully outside the elevator.As soon as the elevator door opened, she said with the brightest smile:

"Mr. Harden, your coffee is already on the table, I added milk and sugar specially."

The deputy director had a sullen face, as if someone owed him tens of billions.He walked very fast, walking between the squares like a gust of wind.As long as he was close, there was not even a cough.

Even the cleaners focus on the carpet like they're digging gold.

When the deputy director was about to walk into his office, the atmosphere on the entire floor could be relieved a little.But just as he was about to step in, he turned back abruptly.

The atmosphere in the office area suddenly froze.

Lena, who was following behind, was taken aback, quickly raised her head and smiled, and asked, "Sir, do you have any orders?"

At this moment, everyone was worried, and their thoughts jumped into a string, but they all pricked up their ears, not letting go of any subtle sounds.

Your Excellency the deputy director pursed his lips, raised his hand and said, "Go and tell the personnel department to fire that old fat man from the third special operations team."

Reina showed disbelief in her eyes, and asked euphemistically, "You mean Mr. Lloyd? He is a senior agent in the bureau, and he is very capable."

The deputy director shook his head sternly, "Excellent? It's just a demented fat man in his 60s. I've seen him order takeaway three times in a row and eat himself like a pig.