fictionpage Chapter 789 The Exposed Merchant (asking for monthly ticket)
Chapter 789 The Exposed Merchant (asking for monthly ticket)
Chapter 789 The Exposed Merchant (asking for monthly ticket)
"Don't move! Be honest!"
An HRT special police officer rushed over and grabbed the otaku to the ground.
He kneeled on his head and roughly groped it several times. Finally, he turned to look at his companions behind him and shook his head slightly, "Captain, no problem!"
"Safety!"
At this time, another team member also came out of the bathroom after searching.
The HRT captain looked around the room and suddenly lowered his gun:
"Damn it, it looks like the information is wrong!"
"Om~"
Beverly Hills Villa, Los Angeles.
Adams felt his phone vibrate, clicked it and looked at it, and couldn't help curling his lips, "The FBI has found the false clues I left. It seems that it's time to leave."
"Remember, you have to do it cleanly this time."
Aaliyah reminded coldly.
"Don't worry, I've never made any mistakes..."
Adams still had that nonchalant attitude and pushed open the glass door of the villa.
In the courtyard, in addition to the two bodies burnt by the bonfire, there was a new body next to the swimming pool, and next to him, there was a pile of spare parts scattered around.
From several curved shells, paddles, and broken cameras.
It can be seen that this is Riddle's exclusive equipment:
Giant Eye Drone!
After Adams and his men left the villa.
Only then did Alia put down her wine glass.
The scarlet red glass of the wine just reflects the computer screen next to it.
A noisy night sky recording with a spherical reconnaissance drone marked in a red frame in the middle;
And a live video.
The background of the picture looks like a torture chamber, with all kinds of cruel torture instruments hanging on the walls. There is only a chair in the middle, and a young white man is tied to it, covered in blood. His facial features can be vaguely recognized.
It turned out to be Priven who was taken away by Cohen in the Yongsan Military Zone in South Korea! !
"Riddle, it seems I really underestimated you!"
……
"It has just been confirmed that there were no gunshots at the arrest scene, and no suspects were seen being taken away, proving that the FBI SWAT team came up empty-handed."
In Xia Guo’s safe house, the yellow-haired intelligence officer walked into the living room with the latest intelligence.
Gao Bo was sitting on the sofa, drinking coffee to refresh himself. "It seems that we really guessed it right. Riddle was originally planning to use the FBI to trick PM, but now PM has played the trick on him!"
"At least we can understand Riddle now, but this PM Military Company is getting more and more confusing to me."
Wu Kang frowned and analyzed to himself: "According to the intelligence description, they should be one of the branches of the THEO organization, but now they are killing each other internally. I really don't understand what they want to do!"
“You can think of ‘THEO’ as the Hydra in movies and TV shows, with members all over the world. PM Military Corporation is just one of them, but it has been infiltrated more severely.
For something like this to happen, it must be that there was a fundamental conflict between the normal people in the company and the ghosts in THEO, otherwise they would not easily tear their faces apart and expose themselves. "
Gu Ji revealed the key to this internal struggle in just a few words.
Li Yanan pondered aside.
"The question now is, since PM has fooled the FBI and Riddle's plan has failed, will he consider leaving early or hiding?"
"That depends on how Jiang Wensheng is doing..."
"Mr. Jiang, this is the hotel. I saw with my own eyes that the target parked his car nearby, changed his clothes, and entered this luxury hotel!"
Downtown Washington.
Luxury hotel across the street.
Jiang Wensheng changed to a white Ford and parked it on the side of the road.
Immediately, a homeless man with his hat covering his face came to the passenger window.
"I don't want anyone else to know about this."
"Don't worry, I promise to shut up."
The homeless man took the US dollars handed to him by Jiang Wensheng, smiled and pinched his fingers to sew his mouth shut.
The deputy looked up at the building where the hotel was located.
There are more than fifty floors in total.
"Mr. Jiang, do you want me to go to the hotel front desk to get some information?"
"No! The target has so many anti-tracking methods, which proves that he is definitely not an ordinary person. If we act rashly, we will probably alert the enemy. We will keep an eye on him tonight. I will report the situation to Sir Gu first!"
As he spoke, Jiang Wensheng took out his phone.
The deputy scratched his head and said in confusion:
"Mr. Jiang, I don't understand. With your current status and position, why would you go to such great lengths and use up so many connections and energy to help a few Xia policemen?"
"Junsheng, do you really think they are just ordinary policemen?"
"Sir, could it be that..."
"That Mr. Gu is not only good at tactical command, but also very knowledgeable about intelligence penetration and tracking. And that yellow-haired guy is definitely not just an ordinary staff member, he should be an intelligence liaison. The office we went to at night is not an ordinary house either. The paint on the wall is a fireproof layer, and the doors and windows are all thick bulletproof glass. It looks like a safe house or something like that."
Jiang Wensheng narrowed his eyes and analyzed word by word: "There is one more thing you don't know. The one who asked me for help this time was Minister Wang from the embassy!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the deputy's eyes widened in shock.
You should know that in the hierarchy of Xia State's diplomatic personnel, the rank of minister ranks second, only after the ambassador, which is equivalent to the level of a full-time department head in the mainland and has a very high status.
Since the arrangement was made by the minister himself, it is clear that the backgrounds of these policemen must be complicated.
The case being investigated is probably of a very high level.
Knowing all this, the deputy no longer dared to underestimate it and stared at the hotel building opposite.
And on the 48th floor of the building.
In a lighted luxurious executive suite on the right.
As soon as the orange-hatted Indian entered the room, he saw a stack of documents flying towards him like flowers from the sky.
He subconsciously dodged to the side.
Only then could I see clearly that all the companions in the room had their heads down, not even daring to breathe.
Their boss, Riddle, was standing behind his desk with an angry look on his face, and it seemed that he had just smashed everything on the desk.
He couldn't help but gently touch his companion next to him with the tip of his shoe.
He muttered quietly, "What happened to the boss? Wasn't the plan successful?"
"We were fooled. The FBI went to arrest suspects instead of shutting down PM Military Company, but they came up empty-handed. In addition, Scott in Los Angeles has lost contact, which means we may have been exposed."
"Ah? How could this happen..."
The Orange Hat Indian looked startled.
I couldn't understand how the situation could have taken such a drastic turn in just one hour.
"Damn it! A bunch of rubbish!!"
Riddle roared as if only in this way could he vent his anger. "I gave them so much intelligence, but they didn't set up surveillance in the Los Angeles villa, but chose to arrest people in Washington. Are the FBI all idiots?!"
"Boss, calm down."
The bodyguard with a mustache came up and whispered a few words of comfort, "The most important thing now is that our people have been discovered by the enemy. The equipment of that group of mercenaries is very advanced. If a fight occurs, it will be very disadvantageous to us..."
The implicit meaning of this sentence is actually to persuade Riddle to stop as soon as possible and leave the United States.
After all, here, they are facing not only the PM Military Company, but also the killer who attacked Riddle, as well as the FBI and CIA. They are surrounded by enemies on all sides.
"That Cohen hasn't shown up yet. If he leaves like this, wouldn't my trip be in vain?"
Riddle turned and looked at the night view of Washington outside the window, his face uncertain, "Bring my Kac7 Black Nest Invasion System."
"Where are we going to invade? Wait, Boss, are you... going to..."
The bodyguard with a mustache initially thought that he was being given another mission, but he soon realized that Riddle was planning to "repeat his old tricks" and use "special technological equipment" to lure Cohen out.
"Spread the word that I'm planning to make a deal with the Department of Defense."
"But Boss, this is too risky. Besides, Cohen has already been captured by Xia Guo. Are you sure he will show up again?"
"A person who repeatedly dies and reappears, do you think Xiaguo can trap him?"
"Yes, Boss, I'll do it right away."
Faced with Riddle's toughness, the mustache bodyguard had no choice but to do as he was told.
……
"Ugh——!"
FBI arrest scene.
Because of the intelligence error, the HRT special police had already evacuated, leaving only some FBI and patrol officers at the scene, recording the testimonies of nearby residents.
It is not far from the cordon that blocks the scene.
Barron and Wang Xueming, who were carefully disguised, were mixed in the crowd.
"The mission intelligence has just been updated. The general manager of PM Military Company has been killed. The FBI came to arrest the suspect, but was deceived."
Wang Xueming put down the phone and exchanged messages with Barron in a low voice.
But after saying a few words, there was no response.
When I turned around, I found that Barron had already lowered his head and retreated to the back.
He thought his identity was exposed, so he hurriedly followed him, "What's going on? Is there an accident?"
"No, I just saw two 'old acquaintances'."
Barron walked all the way to the end of the street before stopping to explain.
As he spoke, his eyes fell on a blonde female agent who was interrogating the scene in the blockade area. It was Gillian, who had worked with him in the New York bombing incident!
Barron suddenly had an idea. "Perhaps, we can use the U.S. government to force Riddle..."
"I asked around, but there was no valuable information."
Within the cordon.
Jamie came over to report with the confession record book in hand, looking a little dejected.
"It's the same here. It seems we've been thoroughly fooled."
Gillian gritted her teeth and squeezed the notebook in her hand until it was deformed.
The source of intelligence for this arrest operation was the FBI Intelligence Department, and the surveillance video clearly captured the black murderer of the Beverly Hills villa shooting.
She didn't believe the video at first.
Because any normal person knows that the crime took place in Los Angeles, but this is Washington.
But when she told Carlos the news.
The latter combined the example of "Cohen" and concluded that the black mercenary was likely to have a similar "clone" ability, which impressed Gillian.
I didn't expect this result.
If Carlos wasn't the person in charge of investigating the THEO organization, she would even suspect that this guy might be a mole.
"What should we do next? Should we shut down PM Company first?"
"It doesn't make much sense. The PM is now just a shell. Hunk and Quilly, who are most likely to know everything, have also been killed. Our only goal now is to find the real culprit."
Jillian took out her phone again and found Carlos. "You made a wrong judgment. The target is not...wait, what did you say?"
After a long while, she hung up the phone with a look of surprise.
Jamie couldn't help but ask curiously, "What happened? Is the CIA going to put all the blame on us?"
Gillian shook her head.
"No, Carlos said that they received a tip that someone wanted to trade a network intrusion system in Washington. It is said that this thing can invade any signal facility, even military weapon controllers!"
"Network intrusion?"
Jamie raised half an eyebrow and answered himself: "This thing reminds me of the mysterious man who invaded the headquarters fax!"
“We thought of it together.”
Gillian's face sank, and her tone began to become serious: "The CIA has already determined that the source of this information is the mysterious seller, and they have reached a cooperation agreement with the DIA."
Jamie's pupils shrank.
As an FBI special agent, he naturally knew that the incidents that occurred in Brazil, Iran, and Mexico had caused heavy losses to their countries.
And the culprit.
It’s this mysterious seller.
"Om~"
Just as the atmosphere was becoming solemn.
Jillian suddenly received a text message.
He picked up the phone and looked at it, and an unfathomable expression suddenly appeared on his face.
"Another CIA news?"
"No, this time it's...7472!"
The whole night passed.
It's just dawn.
Gu Ji sat up from the sofa and shook his stiff waist left and right.
I picked up the phone, but still no message.
Ever since Jiang Wensheng sent him the news that the target had entered the hotel last night, there has been no movement.
He was just about to ask.
As a result, Lei Wanshan's voice popped up in the radio headphones.
"Zizizi...Latest intelligence: The mysterious seller wants to trade a network intrusion system in Washington. I have asked Liu Weijun to bring some people back to the United States to support you. They are expected to arrive at the airport this afternoon."
"Yes, Captain Lei!"
It seems that Riddle can no longer sit still.
Gu Ji knew the reason why he did this, he just wanted to take this opportunity to lure Cohen out.
But the results may be different this time.
After all, Cohen was killed by him personally several times before, but this time he was captured alive.
Although he has become a vegetative state, there is still a fundamental difference between him and true brain death.
Perhaps to a certain extent, it will affect the next Cohen's "resurrection".
However, Gu Ji found some shadows of the ghost server in this "network intrusion system", but one is better at attacking and the other is better at defending.
This undoubtedly confirms once again the fact that research institute items and game items have the same origin.
"Hmm...it looks like something big is going to happen!"
Gao Bo and others heard the noise and woke up one after another.
Pasili rubbed his temple. "Riddle's current identity is known to intelligence agencies of various countries, including the PM mercenaries. He is undoubtedly risking his life by doing this."
(End of this chapter)