Nine hundred and ninety-ninth chapter - lying down and getting shot
Spencer Monroe, the general manager of EMS, China Postal Express Logistics' American branch, was woken up from bed by FBI agents in the middle of the night.
These heartless guys didn't knock on the door or make an appointment, but they used locksmith experts to open the door of General Manager Spindu's house.
In the middle of the night, I was asleep in my dreamland and suddenly realized something was wrong. I suddenly opened my eyes and saw four burly men standing around my bed, staring at me expressionlessly, and a nigger grinning at me.
Showing his white teeth, he showed off his FBI ID.
It almost made him pee.
Damn it! Don’t these unscrupulous guys take American laws seriously?
"Mr. Spindo Monroe, I'm sorry to disturb your sleep, but there are some urgent special events that require your assistance. There is no way. This involves national security. Although you are employed by the Chinese Government Postal Company, you are also the United States after all.
People, as American citizens, have an obligation to cooperate with government investigations, don’t they?”
In an interrogation room at an FBI office, the FBI agent named Jim was still sitting across the long conference table in front of Spindle with a smile.
A long conference table is conducive to both meetings and interrogations. Even if a suspect suddenly breaks out, there will be enough reaction time due to the distance.
"Damn it! Can't you wait until I get to work? That's my home and now it's my private time! Asshole!"
Feeling a slight headache and high blood pressure, Spindo Monroe didn't take the FBI clowns seriously at all. He was an American citizen. In addition to swearing allegiance to the United States (the government? That's another matter),
He is also very dedicated to his employment in China.
The strict requirements for professional ethics and personal credit in Europe and the United States allow the Chinese side to feel confident about using foreign goods for China's benefit. Of course, this has to exclude some special secrets, and it is safer to find some local snakes to sit in and be less likely to be made things difficult for the local government.
"In order to ensure that you can go home and rest as soon as possible, please fully cooperate with us, okay? Mr. Spindu, as long as you can answer a few of our questions honestly, we will let you go back, as if nothing happened.
That's right, it's just a few questions, I promise."
Although he knew that the other party had already scolded him in his belly, Jim still maintained a kind smile. The FBI did this kind of dirty work that made people in the country scold him.
"Your EMS doesn't accept the delivery of nuclear weapons, does it?"
Jim had a piece of paper in his hand with a list of questions, and he officially started with the first question.
There are high-definition cameras and voice recorders in the room recording everything.
"..."
As if he had been greatly insulted, General Manager Spindo Monroe's face turned from white to red. From red to green, he suddenly stood up, slapped the table, and roared irresistibly.
What kind of 2/b problem is this?
"You guys with taxpayers' money, do you think you have shit in your head? Is it fun to have fun like this? I want to file a complaint against you!"
The entire interrogation room was filled with Spindu's roar, and he didn't know who was interrogating whom. Two burly agents behind him forcefully pushed him back to his chair.
The other party's reaction seemed to be expected, and Jim was not angry.
"I'm sorry. I don't know who gave me these questions, but for the sake of our work, it's best for you to cooperate with me in answering. I'll repeat it again, your EMS doesn't undertake the express delivery of nuclear weapons, right?
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Jim grinned helplessly. He was also following orders,
Looking at the other party's serious look, it didn't look like he was teasing him. Spindu also knew that people do not fight with officials. Although if he really went to court, he might be able to get some compensation from the FBI, but he might lose his job.
He could only forcefully suppress his anger, calm down, and said: "Our EMS does not undertake the express transportation of any dangerous explosives, including nuclear weapons."
"Very good, thank you Mr. Spindu. Let's move on to the next question. Does EMS still accept transportation services such as guns, tanks, mobile armor, fighter jets, and even aircraft carriers?"
The black suits on the two agents behind Spindu once again bulged slightly due to tight muscles, and they stared at the general manager of the EMS American branch warily.
"No! We don't take away Blackwater International (xeseicesllc)'s business, and they don't take away our business!"
Spindu's eyes were red and he was breathing heavily, like an angry bull. He struggled to suppress the emotions that were about to get out of control as he answered these ridiculous questions.
"E.g. space cargo delivery? Space cleanup?"
"If you don't accept it, do you think we are NASA? These businesses are not under our control! Have you watched too many FBI science fiction movies?"
...
"No!"
In the end, Spindu had only one general answer to answer all the other party's questions.
After more than a dozen questions, Spindu looked at the poor FBI agent with an idiot's eyes. Is the FBI's brain flooded? How could he ask such a childish and ridiculous question?
Jim's old face was slightly red, but fortunately he was a black man, so it was not easy to see.
"So, can you explain this?"
Jim finally used his trump card and pushed two 10-inch photos in front of Spindu.
"What is this? What idiot photoshopped our CI design (corporate visual identity system)? And it's so clumsy. Have you, the FBI, lost your mind? Are you teasing me with something so ridiculous?"
After glancing at it twice, Spindu pushed the photo back with disdain.
One of the pictures shows the figure of a forward-swept fighter jet after it breaks through the atmosphere. The ems’ unique brand logo and other visual designs can be clearly seen on the body.
I don’t know how many pictures are deliberately faked by some people who like to prank each year. Tens of thousands? Hundreds of thousands? Even millions? Maybe more.
"You should tell the people at NASA these things. Four hours ago, they sent these two photos taken from outer space and these questions that you think are idiotic questions to the FBI through the White House."
Jim sneered a few times and took back the two photos.
"You said it wasn't from PS?" Spindu looked unconvinced.
"In fact, I don't believe it, but there is no need for NASA people to make such vulgar jokes. An aerospace fighter jet painted with ems provides express delivery and space orbit clearance services for China's space station. This is not a joke."
After asking all the questions and completing the task, Jim no longer had a businesslike attitude, but started chatting with Spencer like friends.
It’s really easy to make other people laugh with the more serious old beauties.
"... Damn it! How is this possible? Is there a phone number? I want to ask the Chinese headquarters!"
Spindu's expression froze for a few seconds as if he was stupid, and he shook his head quickly, still unable to convince himself that there was such an outrageous thing in the world.
"As you wish!"
The other party's request played into Jim's hands, and he took out a mobile phone and pushed it over.
These questions and photos forced Spindu to pay attention. He did not shy away from the FBI and made a phone call in front of Jim.
It happened to be daytime working hours in China on the other side of the world. Spindu's Chinese was very good and he didn't need a translator. He easily found the leader of the ems China headquarters.
But after a while, he put down the phone, reposted it to the FBI agent, and said: "I can solemnly tell you, Mr. Jim, this is absolutely not the case! Someone must be impersonating! This is a very serious image infringement.
, if you want to know more, you should ask the China Space Administration, our EMS will reserve the right to sue infringers."
"Well, this time the inquiry will come here first, but I have a business prohibition agreement here that I hope you EMS can sign. This is a sample. If there are no problems, it is best to sign it within a week."
Jim took out a thick stack of documents, stood up, and placed them in front of Spindu with his own hands.
"What's it about?"
Spindu suddenly had a bad feeling.
"Nothing, just that the EMS in the question just now is not allowed to undertake nuclear weapons and arms express delivery within the US states, as well as outer space express delivery business. You know, Blackwater International and NASA really don't want to see anyone competing for business with them. If you originally
If you don’t do anything, that’s the best thing.”
FBI agent Jim shrugged.
"..."
This kind of thing happens not only in the United States, but also in Canada, the United Kingdom, France, Russia, Japan, South Korea, India, Australia and other countries.
The leaders of ems branches in various countries around the world have been invited by the government or military of that country to make inquiries.
This kind of innocent person was shot while lying down, which made the bosses of China's postal department very angry.
The Air Force feels that the "Dragon Knight" can solve any big trouble as always, and it can also solve big problems as always.
But this time, the military was relieved that the space agency took the initiative to take the blame for cleaning up the mess, even though the blame was not light.
Maybe the big bosses of China Post and the Space Administration are glaring at each other right now and almost starting a fight.
This is a huge span, almost no different from Obama running to Zhongnanhai to check in for work.
The only one to blame is the instigator whose words of "delivery express" caused quite a stir in the world.
Lin Mo, who had just completed his express delivery business, was still regretting that when the optical stealth layer of the "Monster" deformed wing fighter penetrated into the atmosphere, it was burned by the 1,500-degree high-temperature heat radiation surrounding the deflector and repulsion shield.
The space agency didn't even give Lin Mo a chance to complain, and directly stuffed an envelope to appease him.
There was a check in the envelope. There were many zeros in the amount field, but there were only four short words in the capital field: "One Hundred Million Yuan", the amount was in RMB. After seeing this number, Lin Mo had a regretful expression on his face.