fictionpage Chapter 3271 The Indians' Cunning Moves
Chapter 3271 The Indians' Cunning Moves
Chapter 3271 The Indians' Cunning Moves
United States of America.
Lawrence walked out of the palace. The bright sunlight made it hard for him to open his eyes. He squinted and a gust of wind blew, and tears streamed down his face.
Lawrence felt uneasy seeing Smith, dressed in a trench coat, leaning against his car and chatting with a beautiful woman not far away.
Especially when you go in and are bombarded with questions by a group of old men, it makes your scalp tingle.
But this guy is here just enjoying the breeze and flirting with pretty girls, he's so shameless!
Lawrence tightened his black trench coat, preparing to cause trouble for his men.
Before he could even take a step, he heard Beatrice's voice behind him.
"Mr. Lawrence, do you have a moment?"
Lawrence turned to look at the smartly dressed middle-aged woman, a hint of unease on his face.
Just now, this woman had completely shirked responsibility in front of him.
They say that private enterprises are companies that exist solely for profit.
The so-called group's security is only for dealing with routine, everyday issues.
In other words, they lack the necessary skills and their expertise is not relevant to the job.
This put them, whose business was directly related to this, in a very difficult situation.
He also presented prepared evidence, saying that his side wanted to send people in to ensure intelligence security.
They also produced several signed orders and the feedback they received.
Even at Mengsha's suggestion, she brought along many relevant documents and materials.
The purpose is to remove the label of inaction.
But those men actually believed the woman and disregarded the documents and information she provided.
An older woman even said, "Does that mean you should stop doing it if you feel wronged or have difficulties?"
Listen to what kind of human language this is!
If this were under my command, he'd definitely be a toilet cleaner.
There are also grievances and difficulties.
He will show people what justice is when they are wronged.
"Sorry, I'm busy!"
Lawrence looked away and prepared to get into the car.
Smith, who was not far away, had already looked over and hurriedly finished his two-day conversation with the beautiful woman before getting into the car.
Lawrence took a few steps, and then Beatrice's voice came from behind him again, "So you have no plans for the election either?"
Lawrence stopped and then turned to look at the other person.
"Hasn't our cooperation ended?"
Beatrice shook her head, then walked over and smiled. "We can continue to work together!"
"Of course, that's on the condition that Mr. Lawrence wants to cooperate with us!"
Lawrence frowned, then smiled. "Who would refuse to cooperate with the powerful Grumman?"
"I know a coffee shop that's really good!"
Beatrice smiled and nodded, "Then you'll have to go to all this trouble!"
"It's my honor to treat a beautiful lady to coffee!"
"Your words don't match your respectable appearance!"
"Haha, that's called humor!"
The two then walked toward Belis's Maserati and drove away.
Smith, standing not far away, stared in disbelief at the departing car, then fell into a dilemma.
Should I follow them?
After a moment's thought, Smith got into the car and then turned around to go back to his workplace.
I rushed back, still thinking about the aftermath of the Tomcat fighter jet incident, when I saw Mengsha standing at the office door.
"So, what happened in the end?"
"And where's the head?"
Mengsha asked anxiously, after all, this concerned the subsequent mission, so she couldn't help but be worried.
Seeing that only Smith had returned and Lawrence hadn't, I felt a little worried.
Smith shook his head, then pushed open the door, went inside, and casually sat down in a chair.
"Stop talking, I didn't even go in."
"Only the boss went in to give a report; I don't know what happened."
As he spoke, he picked up the cup on the table. "As for why the head didn't come back, he got into that woman's car after he came out, and then nobody knows where he went!"
"But I noticed that the boss's expression wasn't good, so it probably wasn't anything good."
"Sigh, this whole thing has escalated to the point where we're the ones who have to take the blame. What a mess!"
As he spoke, Smith took a sip of water and then looked at Mengsha, "Any results from your end?"
"If the boss is angry, we'd better produce results, otherwise..."
While Mengsha was still wondering what might be going on between Billis and Lawrence, she said when Smith asked, "Our people have begun interrogating and investigating all Asian personnel separately."
"Including their personnel exchanges, their economic situation, and the personnel in the departments involved."
"It's not just these people, but also their families, including their places of origin. Of course, we are sending people to investigate some overseas situations."
"So far, we have indeed made some discoveries."
Smith immediately showed curiosity upon hearing this, "What discovery?"
Mengsha sat down to the side, pondered for a moment, and then spoke.
"Among the investigators, one was a designer of Japanese descent. We found that his source of income did not match his consumption. Later, we discovered that he had close ties with an izakaya (Japanese pub) run by Japanese people."
"This izakaya has been established for twenty years and is a landmark place where local Japanese people gather."
"When we dispatched special forces to make the arrest, they resisted. After eliminating them, we confirmed that they were gangsters from Japan. As you know, most of these gangsters have connections with domestic intelligence agencies!"
Smith nodded. "I know that all too well, you son of a bitch."
His father died at the hands of the Japanese, so he didn't have a good impression of them.
Moreover, it is a tradition for the Japanese to use gangs to gather intelligence.
He was certain that these Japanese islanders had no good intentions.
"This person must be thoroughly interrogated!"
"And those who have been captured should be thoroughly interrogated."
"I don't believe they don't have problems."
Mengsha nodded, "Don't worry, Hope has already been assigned to lead a team to conduct the interrogation!"
"In addition, there were about a dozen Indian engineers whose behavior was also very problematic."
"What? A dozen or so Indians?"
Smith was now in a state of panic.
How many people are there in the entire Tomcat design team?
So all ten or so Indians are now in trouble?
That's not a problem with people; then the problem lies with the country of India.
What do they want to do?
Mengsha nodded firmly and said, "That's right, they are Indians."
"However, their problems are very naive and also quite ridiculous."
Smith was even more puzzled, then frowned and asked, "What exactly happened?"
"Well, to be precise, they prefer to bring work home to do it."
"But when we searched their residence, we found no signs of them working."
"But they actually completed quite a few design stages!" Smith said, a headache forming in his head. "You mean, they took the work they were supposed to do at the company home and didn't finish it at home?"
"Where did they finish it?"
"Could it have been done in a dream while you were sleeping?"
Mengsha shrugged. "That's what I can't figure out either. Hope might need to help!"
"Finally, there are those people from China."
Mengsha's expression turned serious as she spoke, "These people were almost all core members of the Tomcat fighter jet design team, especially the transforming design, which was very unique and creative."
“These people have no problems in the investigation, and their personal conduct is also impeccable!”
"Honest, reliable, trustworthy, hardworking, and so on, he's practically a moral exemplar!"
“Even now, Grumman executives are still calling them to plead for them, and some people say that without them, a lot of work will be affected.”
"This shows their importance to the team."
At this point, Mengsha didn't need to say anything more.
Smith understood what the other person meant, "It's perfect!"
"Everything was done too perfectly."
Mengsha nodded, "Yes, I wish I could turn them all white-skinned!"
The two exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with deep suspicion.
They did not believe that a group of people would dedicate their loyalty to a second kingdom.
Because they themselves can't do it.
If there has to be a guarantee for this loyalty, it must be money, beautiful women, or power.
Someone who doesn't crave vanity and works tirelessly as if it were their career must have something to gain.
Ring ring ring
Suddenly, the phone on the table rang.
Smith answered the phone, and a gruff voice came through.
"I am Hope. We've gotten some earth-shattering news out of the Indians. Would you like to hear it?"
"wait for me!"
After hanging up the phone, Smith and his companion immediately went outside.
Soon, the two arrived at the interrogation room in the basement and met the burly Hope.
"You two, this is really interesting!"
Hope grinned, then pushed open the door and went inside. Inside was a middle-aged man wearing only shorts.
Upon seeing someone enter, the middle-aged man burst into tears, pleading, "Let me go! I've told you everything, I really have! Please, let me go!"
Hope shrugged. "I haven't even done anything yet, and these guys are already blurting it out."
"They're nowhere near as good as the people next door!"
"No wonder you couldn't beat them!"
His eyes were full of disdain as he spoke.
Hearing this, Hope's eyes showed a hint of awe.
After all, a 'loyal' warrior will always earn the admiration of his enemies.
I glanced sideways in the direction of the next room, where faint screams could be heard, interspersed with the words, "I don't know, I really don't know."
Look, they all have the same mouth, so why do they speak with such conviction?
Smith shrugged and replied, "That guy has a backbone of steel, this guy can only be a spineless coward."
"However, I prefer a spineless person, don't I?"
Hope chuckled, walked up to the middle-aged man, and kicked him to the ground amidst his cries and shouts. "Shut up, you piece of shit!"
"Tell me everything you know, or you'll never see the sun rise tomorrow!"
The middle-aged man was so frightened that he trembled and knelt on the ground, wiping his snot as he began to tell his story.
Smith and Mengsha looked at each other in bewilderment after hearing this.
It turns out that these descendants of Indians entered Grumman after graduating from school.
At first, they were quite enthusiastic about their work, but as time went on, the monotonous work made them irritable. In addition, life here was too rich, and they had some money, so they focused their energy on the glamorous world.
But I still have to work, what can I do?
The clever team immediately came up with a perfect solution: outsourcing the work.
So they contacted people at the school and outsourced the work for ten dollars per design.
The two looked at each other in bewilderment after hearing the other's result.
Does this work too?
What surprised them even more was that this method actually succeeded.
According to the other party, they have been doing this for one or two years.
In other words, some of the design drawings for the Tomcat fighter jet were outsourced to other companies.
The key point is that this Tomcat fighter jet actually took to the sky!
The two were speechless again. What was this all about?
"Tell me, to whom did you assign these projects?"
Smith's biggest question now was who had been handed over to these idiots, while he prayed that they wouldn't cause trouble everywhere.
Otherwise, they'll be in real trouble.
The middle-aged man swallowed hard and said, "I... I handed it over to a student from Hong Kong who was the group leader, specifically..."
Snapped
Before the middle-aged man could finish speaking, Smith stepped forward and slapped him across the face.
"Hong Kong students studying abroad?"
"Damn it, explain yourself."
"Yes, it is!"
The middle-aged man said, feeling wronged, "I've already made myself perfectly clear."
But Mengsha and the other two felt a jolt in their hearts.
Things have gotten complicated.
Those bastards have leaked who knows how many design plans they've made.
Damn it.
"Are there any Hong Kongers or other Chinese people involved?"
Mengsha's icy voice rang out, and the middle-aged man shivered, then swallowed hard and said, "I...I don't know."
Seeing Smith lift his foot, he quickly shouted, "No, but!"
"However, most of these Chinese people like to make money, so many of them will find others to help them do it together."
"A group of pathetic people, their eyes are only filled with money."
At this point, the middle-aged man's eyes revealed deep disdain, but the next second he was kicked to the ground.
"Now I finally understand why we can't build an airplane like the White Horse."
Smith stomped on the other person's head, ignoring their screams, and looked at Mengsha and the other person with a disappointed expression, saying, "With this bunch of bastards in the design department, it's normal that they can't build it."
Mengsha and Hope readily agreed to this.
"Perhaps the people who hired these guys should also be investigated."
Hope spoke with an air of importance, while Smith nodded vigorously.
Upon leaving the interrogation room, Smith immediately said, "The situation is urgent; we must bring those involved back as soon as possible!"
Mengsha nodded, but still reminded her, "It's best to let the leader show up, after all, these are all university students with decent backgrounds."
Smith agreed, then added with a wry smile, "The problem is, we don't even know where the head is!"
"What should I do?"
After a moment's thought, Smith gritted his teeth and said, "I'll take some men to arrest him. We'll talk about it later if there are any problems!"
"Okay, I'll wait here. I'll let you know immediately if anything happens!"
After assigning tasks, Smith immediately took the list and set off with his men.