The United States, which is like a beacon and always exudes the stench of justice, is the 12th hour after the VN15 organization exposed thousands of scandalous photos.
In an office in a certain city, the man sitting behind the desk smiled and handed the tablet to the female subordinate standing across the desk.
"Look, it's just as I expected."
The man behind the desk slowly lit a cigar smuggled from Cuba, and said predictably in the swirling smoke, "Once that Chinese who speaks freely returns to his home, especially to China,
He will immediately become as arrogant as a watchdog.
Look! These photos are revenge, revenge for the fact that he was almost hit and killed by a truck in the United States not long ago.”
"So he knows what's going on behind the scenes..."
"I guess he doesn't know, and there's no need for him to know who's behind it."
The man behind the desk shook the hand holding the cigar, "As long as those photos are released, whoever will be unlucky will definitely be the instigator behind the scenes."
"Isn't he afraid?"
The woman in business attire in front of the table subconsciously asked, "Isn't he afraid of retaliation from the United States?"
"Ha! American revenge?"
The man behind the desk snorted disdainfully, "First of all, he doesn't know who the person who wants to murder him is.
In addition, think about his arrogant look when he was interviewed on our warship. Do you think he would be afraid? Or, do you think he realized who he had offended?
Secondly, he is not an American. He can never come to the United States again. This will have no impact on him at all.
Moreover, the United States we live in is not as powerful as the United States in Hollywood movies, so what is so scary about it?
Finally and most importantly, he has once again become a public figure under the lens of the American media, and now it is our turn to have a headache."
"What gives us a headache?" The woman in professional attire became increasingly puzzled.
"Think about it, if this historian publicly visits the United States now, if he encounters danger in the United States, how much trouble will we have?"
The man behind the desk sighed, "He was injured in the United States. Even if he only injured a finger, it would be a serious public relations crisis for the image of the United States."
"How could we care about such a thing?" The woman in professional attire muttered subconsciously.
"But Americans, Americans who claim to be righteous, don't care, and the Mr. Buckets who are busy canvassing votes in various states care even more."
"Is the symptom of hemorrhoids correct?"
“The symptoms of hemorrhoids are correct!”
"So boss, what do we do?"
"Let's find the Captain America in the photo first. Where is he now?"
"Disappeared"
The woman in professional attire replied, "He disappeared after those photos were exposed, and his son disappeared with him."
"That Congressman with a bright future?"
"right"
The woman in professional attire nodded, "The last place they appeared was a hotel in Da Nang, Yue Nang. After those photos were exposed, the father and son disappeared."
"Being taken away or..."
"Hiding," the woman in professional attire added, "Because we didn't expect this kind of thing to happen, we didn't send extra manpower to keep an eye on it, so... we've lost track of it."
"Their father and son are very smart"
The man behind the desk snorted, "It seems they don't want to be the scapegoat for this. Look at those old photos. The T-Team led by Captain America has caused at least ten more incidents that can be compared with the My Lai Village incident."
After the massacre, he has no chance to make a comeback."
"Is there anything we need to do?"
"certainly"
The man behind the desk grinned with a sinister smile, "Go, let the news out, and expose the true identity of Captain America in the photo."
"Wha...what?" The woman in professional attire looked at her boss in confusion.
"That smart but reckless Huaxia and VN15 exposed thousands of photos this time"
The man behind the desk reminded, "And because of the last car accident, many low-level blacks and Asians have joined VN15.
Now more and more blacks and Asians have joined the ranks of forwarding, and the most important thing is that they are already planning demonstrations, demonstrations in which blacks and Asians stand together."
"so..."
"We must find a scapegoat as soon as possible"
The man behind the desk put his cigar on the ashtray and analyzed with a particularly sober mind, "If the escaped Captain America is not enough, let Lantos do it himself. Don't expect us to wipe their butts.
"
"What identity do we use to break the news?" the woman asked cautiously.
"Let me think..."
The man behind the desk tapped his fingers on the table, and after a moment he asked with a smile, "I remember your investigation results some time ago showed that Mr. Zack Kidd has many illegitimate children?"
“At least 10”
The woman in professional attire replied with a bit of laughter, "It was all the models back then who gave birth to him."
"Let's see if anyone is abroad and just pick one."
The man behind the desk said nonchalantly, "Send an email to CBS through his social software to reveal all the information about Captain America. Remember to include Lantos."
No, no, no, I regretted it, I can’t use this identity, people will guess that we are causing trouble."
"Then let's..."
The man snapped his fingers and said, "Use the wife of that congressman who had a bright future... and once had a bright future, and use her social software to publicly expose the news."
"Wouldn't this get us into trouble?"
"If we don't create some trouble for Lantos that we can't avoid, it will be our trouble to clean up their mess."
The man behind the desk said matter-of-factly, "Let them wipe their butts themselves. I want to enjoy the weekend and leave this to someone I can trust."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Do you still need to pay attention to that Chinese?" the woman in professional attire finally asked.
"Just remember to let me know when someone pays you to kill him," the man behind the desk replied nonchalantly.
"Kill him? Who will kill him?" The woman in professional attire seemed to have unlimited curiosity.
"Captain America, of course it's Captain America. If it were me, I would also find a way to kill that bastard who is hanging around women."
Before he finished speaking, the man had already picked up his golf bag, opened the door and left the office.
At the same time, also around the 12th hour after the news broke, the Xiangjiang Terminal in Hue City, a straight line distance of 80 kilometers northwest of Da Nang, was discovered.
It is already around nine o'clock in the evening here, whether it is the fishermen on the river who are pretending to be fishing, or the staff who are spying on tourists on the riverside, waiting for someone to take pictures of the river and then immediately surround them and force them to charge, or those who are waiting
The boatmen who took unsuspecting tourists aboard and then made a fortune were all off duty.
On the edge of the pier, a man wearing a difficult hat and ordinary clothes pushed an old man in a wheelchair and walked forward in a hurry.
“No need to be in such a hurry”
The wild boar George sitting in a wheelchair whispered, "As long as we get on the boat, we will be safe. As long as we take the fishing boat and rush to the port, I will be sure to contact a cargo ship to take us out of here."
"Where do we go after we leave here?"
Brad, who was pushing the wheelchair, asked nervously and confusedly, "Can we still go back to the United States?"
"Do you want to go back and be the scapegoat?"
George snorted angrily, tremblingly unscrewed the medicine, shook out two pills and threw them into his mouth, "Let's go suck the stick. Our most reliable ally is there. As long as we get there, we..."
"I'm sorry, you can't suck on the stick at the moment."
A hoarse, slow voice sounded behind Brad, and at the same time, Brad also clearly felt that there was a cold barrel pressing against his lower back.
"You...who are you?" Brad asked stammering.
"CIA"
The person behind him slowly waved the ID in his hand in front of Brad's eyes. However, in the dim night, he could not clearly see the contents of the open ID.
"You know why I'm looking for you, so it's best to keep quiet. You're lucky. I'm the only one who can save you."
Before he finished speaking, Brad felt a pair of handcuffs stuck on his wrist. When he reacted, one of his hands was already leaning against the handle of the wheelchair.
"I want to have a phone call with your director, I am..."
"no problem"
Before he finished speaking, the second pair of handcuffs had already been placed on Wild Boar George's wrists and on the armrests of the wheelchair.
"I'm here to catch you, but I'm also here to save you, so you'd better cooperate."
After saying that, this person had already taken away all the communication and electronic equipment from the father and son.
After some inspection, he saw that not only had their mobile phones been turned off, but their phone cards had also been unplugged, so he put them into a backpack with a lead leather jacket to isolate the last possible possibility.
Pushing the muzzle of the pistol against Brad's lower back again, the "CIA" whispered into his ear in a hoarse voice, "Turn around and walk back to the van.
I will follow you not far away, if you make any move, I will have no choice but to give up on you."
"Do as he says," croaked George the Boar.
Hearing this, Brad, who was already distracted, turned the direction of his wheelchair and almost cautiously walked towards the van not far away in the night.
Under the threat of a pistol, Brad allowed the CIA to open the handcuffs, push him into the car, and handcuff his hands to the metal legs of the seat.
This was not over yet. The man even carefully put two wooden wedges on the keyholes of the handcuffs and used small pliers to cut the ends of the wedges flat. Then he also handcuffed his two feet to the legs, and
The mouth was gagged and tape was wrapped, and then a black hood was put on.
"You are not from the CIA," George whispered firmly when he was carried into the car.
"Of course not. Didn't you guess it from the beginning?"
Niniel also handcuffed the old guy to the leg brace and replied slowly and in a low voice.
"Who are you?"
"Batman"
After finishing speaking, Ninel picked up a piece of rag prepared in advance and blocked George's mouth. Then he carefully wrapped a circle of tape and put on a cotton hood as well.
Closing the car door with a bang, Ninel took out two authenticators from his pocket and connected them to the mobile phones of George the Wild Boar and his son Brad.
After turning them on, he casually threw them on the passenger seat, and Ninel drove slowly out of Hue, heading towards Hanoi in the night.
This was destined to be a busy day. Niner was busy driving long distances all night, and Wei Ran and Suisui were hiding in China. They were also busy giving birth to a child, so the two were sweating profusely and exhausted.
Even five minutes after the news broke, Jack, one of the directors of the VN15 organization who was reminded by the boss’s email to hide, boarded a plane that transited through China and finally flew to
Flights from Kazan.
It's not that Jack hasn't thought about betraying his boss, but his criminal record is also dirty.
Not to mention anything else, during the years of hiding in the VN15 organization, he helped Brad murder more than double digits of people, especially...
Especially Zach’s daughter, son-in-law and even his wife and assistant were all killed by him!
Of course, although he guessed the purpose of his boss asking him to go to Kazan, he did not know that the person who sent the email had changed.
On the other side of the ocean, less than two hours after George and his son were kidnapped by Nineel, new news broke out on Brad's wife's social platform. She recognized the person in the photo, that was her husband's father.
!
By the way, she also revealed the old man's identity and position, as well as the letter of appointment issued to him by the Lantos Chicken Club, newspaper clippings of Zach Kidd's news reports about him at that time, and the medals and medals he obtained in the most difficult times, etc.
Many honors.
On this particularly lively weekend, this stabbing from one of our own people undoubtedly brought Wild Boar George and his T-Team to the forefront. At the same time, it also dragged Lantos, who was plotted by his own people without realizing it, with him.
At the cusp of the storm.
Three or four hours later, the VN15 organization also made another revelation.
This time, Meryl, the resident executive director of the VN15 organization, first revealed the spy identity of Director Whitney, who was caught by her and other members of the organization, and then showed her in detail.
There were emails exchanged with the "mysterious employer" through the mailbox - except for the email in which she suggested that her employer murder Wei Ran and Judy's lawyer, which was enough to send her to jail.
This was of course a deal. In exchange, Whitney confessed and apologized crying in front of the camera.
At the same time, she also revealed that the deaths of Mr. Zach's assistant, daughter, son-in-law, and wife were actually caused by her employer, a fact that shocked everyone.
For Americans who are most obsessed with "corruption conspiracy theories", almost every frame pokes at their pain points.
In particular, at the end of the video, Ms. Meryl asked a rhetorical question that struck straight to the soul, "How many of us have died of murder? Will you or I be murdered next?"
No matter how much trouble this incident caused in the eyes of the American people, there is still a bigger problem for the authorities, or to be more precise, for the United States and the authorities - the unknown massacres in the photos!
"Did we make a big mistake?"
On the third floor of the Love Letter Apartment in Jinmen, Suisui, who had just taken a shower, lay lazily on the retro sofa in the small living room while scrolling through the tablet screen and asked, "They came here by high-speed rail in the evening,
The purpose is just to spend two days in Jinmen with Sword Bee.
"It's a big mistake."
Wei Ran, who was also holding a tablet and scrolling the screen, replied nonchalantly, "But it's not my fault. I wasn't responsible for the massacre back then. And how did I know that the person who attacked VN15 was so powerful?"
"You really don't know or don't you know?" Suisui glanced at Wei Ran angrily.
"It's definitely true. If I knew that the people behind the scenes were maggots raised by Lantos, the basket would have been bigger."
"Do you know the identity of the mastermind behind the scenes? Put it aside, you must also want to do other things, right?" Suisui turned over and sat on Wei Ran's lap before she finished speaking, and whispered into his ear.
"certainly"
Wei Ran, who deliberately thought wrongly, finished speaking, took the other person into his arms, and started doing other things as the other person wanted.
Time flew by on July 26th. Wei Ran once again put on his custom-made T-shirt, and together with Suisui, he took the girls who had a high rate of turning heads and walked around Tianjin in a ostentatious manner.
Also on this day, Ninel parked his car before dawn at the foot of the mountain where he dug out the two cracker barrels of film.
Almost at the same time as he opened the car door, a short man dressed as a local farmer came over and whispered in Russian with a slight accent, "Mr. Victor asked me to come here to help."
"What's your name?" Niner asked with a frown. He had never seen this man next to Wei Ran.
"Ivan"
Liu Yiwan replied in a low voice, "If you don't trust me, you can contact Mr. Victor to verify my identity."
"Need not"
Ninel shook his head and pointed to the carriage, "I leave an old man and a middle-aged man to you. I don't have much time and I have to rush back."
"Okay" Liu Iwan responded, and after Nineel cut the handcuffs with wire cutters, he immediately lifted the wild boar George and his son down.
Immediately afterwards, he put Brad on the back of his father, Wild Boar George, and took out the handcuffs and cuffed his hands again.
Watching the other party lead the two prisoners into the mountains, Niniel, who frowned, finally closed the car door with a bang and drove the van straight towards his lair.
His part has been basically finished. Next, he will take the mobile phones of Wild Boar George and his son as soon as possible back to the country, and meet up with the girl Hela who he "rented as a temporary wife" to return to Bangkok to live with him.
summer vacation.
Of course, for Liu Ivan at this time, his role had just begun. It was even more difficult for him to arrive secretly at almost the same time as Nineel.
The only difference is that he first arrived in Papua New Guinea on a fruit transport plane, and then as a Korean-Mexican who had entered Papua New Guinea a few months ago, he took a public flight to Hanoi as a "businessman."
This mission is naturally a test of his trust. In the following days, he will be responsible for taking good care of the wild boar George and his son, and letting them live until they are no longer valuable. As for whether he will escape, this is
No need to worry at all.
As Brad gasped, Ivan Liu led the father and son over to the other side of the mountain, finally stopped halfway up the mountain, and got into the small cave where Niniel found the film.
.
In just a few days, there was already a lot of supplies in the cave, at least enough for three people to live on.
Following Wei Ran's instructions, Ivan Liu took out two pairs of heavy shackles from a wooden box and put them on George and his son, and fixed them with iron chains on an iron ring that had been smashed into the stone in advance.
"I will take care of you in the next few days."
Ivan Liu put the mask on Brad again and said in relatively proficient English, "You two have a total of 7 opportunities to poop and pee and three opportunities to speak every day. You are not allowed to move back and forth without my permission.
and communicate.”
After saying that, Liu Yiwan lay on the folding bed that had been assembled in advance, looking at the rock wall above his head in trance, secretly guessing how his wife and children were doing.
Only a few hours later, Jack, the former director of VN15, who had just arrived in Kazan by plane, also received an email when he turned on his phone.
Following the request in the email, he took a taxi and rushed to an abandoned factory on the edge of the city. He carefully walked into the factory and looked for the "informant" mentioned in the email who could provide him with shelter, activity funds, and weapons.
”.
"Jack?"
Before he finished speaking, a man wearing a baseball cap and a mask walked out from behind an abandoned bulldozer, holding a black sack bag in his hand.
"it's me"
Jack breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards the other party, "Yes..."
"Bah la la"
Amidst the sound of electricity, Jack trembled and fell to the ground before he could finish his words.
Pulling off the electric needle embedded in Jack's body, Ji Ma waved his hand in the direction of an abandoned workshop not far away, and immediately after, an inconspicuous van drove over from inside.
"Is this what we came here for?" Maya asked in a low voice as she opened the car door and looked at Jack, who was convulsing with electricity.
"Although I don't know what his use is, it must be very important. Mr. Culp said that if I mess up, I will introduce you to a boyfriend who is more attractive than me."
As Jima spoke, he took out two pairs of handcuffs from the sack in his hand. After cuffing Jack's hands and feet, he hammered wooden wedges into the keyholes of the handcuffs in the same manner.
"That's a good thing. Otherwise, how about we let him go?"
During Maya's teasing, Jima picked up a pair of stinky socks and viciously blocked Jack's mouth and wrapped it back and forth with tape for more than ten times. Then he put the sack on Jack's head and carried him into the van.
.
"Even if Comrade Stalin comes back to life, I won't mess it up. Let's go to the airport now." Jima said, getting into the car and closing the door.
Almost immediately, Maya also got into the cab, started the car and drove out through another gate of the abandoned factory, heading straight for the airport.
Soon after, the IL-76 transport plane that happened to stop at Kazan Airport to refuel and unload fruits also took off again, pulling the extra van in the cargo hold and flying to the direction of Inta.
At the same time, Wei Ran, who received the last coded message, breathed a sigh of relief. He put away his phone and concentrated on accompanying the girls around him. He enjoyed the diving performances of various old men amidst the cheers one after another.
