Chapter 90 People’s Unbelief (Medium Cup)
Magong Town on the other side of the ocean.
The morning sun dyed a large area of clouds red.
Early in the morning, Jiang Miao, who was jogging in Nanhu Village, put on headphones and listened to Edward and others shouting hoarsely before the helicopter crashed, with a sneer on their faces:
‘You really can’t ride on an airplane! ’
‘I hope Mr. David can have a good sleep tonight! ’
After running, I went home and took a shower.
Arriving at the staff restaurant in the experimental area, Shuya, who was having breakfast next to her, raised her head and asked with concern: "You woke up an hour late today. Don't stay up late in the future. It's not good for your health."
"I understand, my dear wife."
"Don't be so talkative." Shuya rolled her eyes at him, then picked up a piece of broccoli.
"I know, we should combine work and rest. Let's go and relax in a few days." Jiang Miao said with a smile, then picked up a bottle of soda and took a sip:
"Hiccup..."
Shuya nodded: "That's right. After I finish my research on white truffles, I plan to take a few days off to relax myself."
Jiang Miao had a good night's sleep.
But Mr. David, who was getting stronger and stronger, had nightmares all night long.
Inside the Locke Manor in Orange County, Los Angeles.
Feeling the slightly dazzling sunlight outside the window, David A. Locke woke up from the bed, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and then saw clearly the alarm clock beside him. The time had already reached 10:37 in the morning, which was 10:37 in the morning. I woke up nearly two hours later than my usual time.
He didn't sleep well yesterday.
Whether it was Li Rongrong, the general manager of Greater China, or Edward, the president of Baishan Investment, the sudden incident between the two made him feel frightened, as if some force was targeting him.
Last night, after thinking about it, he called a few "old friends" to test their opinions, but found no abnormal signs.
In fact, for top chess players of their level, after hundreds of years of gaming and integration among various chaebol families, a set of hidden rules has been formed internally, which has long prohibited methods such as direct assassination.
After all, assassination is a method that can easily escalate the conflict between the two parties. Once the opponent cannot hold back, even if the opponent's family is destroyed, the counterattack before the opponent's death is not so easy to bear. Otherwise, both sides will suffer. .
This is not a good outcome.
Because after both sides suffer losses, other families will definitely not give up the good opportunity to add insult to injury.
And David thought for most of the night. Those who dared to use this method and ignore the unspoken rules were either some of the new upstarts in North America in recent years, or they were external forces.
This made David very angry and scared at the same time.
Whether it was someone doing something secretly or a pure accident, he had to figure it all out, otherwise he wouldn't even be able to sleep well, which would cause him to have a nervous breakdown.
At this moment, the mobile phone on the bedside table rang.
I picked it up and looked at it, and found that the memo I set yesterday was ringing. I crossed out the reminder and pressed the call button on the bedside table.
After a while, the housekeeper came in with several maids.
"Sir, are you awake? Breakfast is ready."
"I know, have the fleet arrangements been made?"
"The arrangements have been made and all vehicles have been inspected. There will definitely be no problems." the butler assured.
David washed up under the maid's service, and then ate breakfast in a hurry.
Among the three large dogs in the restaurant on the first floor, except for the golden retriever that was just delivered last night, there are only two left. Seeing David in a hurry, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that this morning's routine There is no need to carry out feeding.
In the parking lot on the east side of the manor.
Three Maybach S-Classes, plus four Audi Q8 SUVs, and a security team of more than 20 people.
After David got in the car.
Two SUVs moved forward first.
The three Maybachs were in the middle, maintaining a distance of nearly a hundred meters.
There are also two SUVs at the back, keeping a distance of hundreds of meters from the Maybach in the middle.
The speed of the convoy was not very fast. The overall speed was about 60 kilometers per hour, and it was driving on Highway 5 from Orange County to Los Angeles County.
Soon the convoy passed through the core area of Los Angeles, but did not stop because the headquarters building of Baishan Investment is on Termino Island and needs to pass through the Vincent Thomas Bridge.
After glancing at the sea outside the window, David immediately closed his eyes and rested.
The convoy arrived at the entrance of the bridge and slowly climbed onto the bridge one by one.
Driving to the middle of the bridge, a burst of singing rang out in the quiet carriage:
Everybodydies
Surprisesurprise(What a surprise)
Wetelleachotherlies(We lie to each other)
Sometimeswetry
Tomakeitfeellike（But always thinking about it）
Wemightberight
Wemightnotbealone(We may not be alone)
Bealone
The white driver in the front row broke out in a cold sweat and kept explaining: "Sorry, I didn't press play music..."
David in the back row looked a little dark.
The co-pilot’s security captain immediately yelled: “It’s almost closed.”
The driver kept complaining in his heart that this broken car would automatically turn on the music player, which really killed him.
However, the singing continued to echo in the carriage, making everyone feel upset.
Everybodydies
That'swhattheysay(Everyone knows the truth)
Andmaybeinacouplehundredyears(maybe hundreds of years later)
They'll find another way
Ijustwonderwhyyou'dwannastay(I just wonder why you'dwannastay)
…
Just when David could no longer suppress his inner anger, he planned to change his car.
The next moment, the Maybach accelerated out of control.
The co-pilot's personal security captain was instantly shocked, and then he picked up a pistol and put it against the driver's temple: "Fake oil! What do you want to do? Stop the car quickly!"
"I don't know!...It is itself...suddenly accelerating..."
Within a few seconds of speaking, the speed of the car had soared to 120 kilometers per hour, and the engine was running at high speed, making a low roar.
The car was still accelerating wildly.
The other vehicles in the convoy did not react for a moment, and saw the car speeding past from one side.
David's pupils shrank sharply and he roared: "Just open the car door!"
Click! The door locked automatically, and no matter how hard they pulled, the door wouldn't budge.
"Damn it..." The security captain realized that the matter was beyond his control and made an instant decision: "Shoot immediately! Blow out the car window!"
Bang bang bang…
But he was desperate.
The window glass of this car is specially customized high-level bulletproof glass, which can resist the shooting of small-caliber rifles, not to mention the pistols they carry.
The magazine was empty, but the car window glass was still intact.
David's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and his body was trembling slightly.
He controls trillions of assets and controls the world, but so what?
After all, we are mortals, and in the face of death, everyone is equal.
A beautiful turn for the Maybach.
boom!
At this time, the car had reached the bridge deck under the bridge, and there were no tall steel guardrails on both sides. Then the car crashed off the bridge deck. At that moment, the speed reached about 193 kilometers per hour, and it flew from a height of nearly 50 meters. go out.
David's eyes widened and he couldn't help but exclaimed:
"Ahhh...no..."
The speeding car instantly crashed into the beach grass more than 100 meters away from the bridge.
boom!
The terrifying impact force instantly turned into a terrifying reaction force, directly affecting everyone in the car. The steel frame turned into a discus, not to mention the human beings with mortal bodies.
In an instant, the big bones in David's body burst like glass.
Phew! After the ribs in his chest were broken, they were inserted into his lungs and heart. His brain had almost become brainless, and he began to cough up blood from his mouth:
"Ahem..."
After a few seconds of flashback, David fell asleep completely on the beach under the Vincent Thomas Bridge with endless unwillingness, pain, and anger.
After more than ten minutes, other vehicles in the convoy hurriedly came off the bridge.
The housekeeper was so frightened that he ran out of the car and crawled out of the car. Looking at the scene that had become a discus of meat and buns, he suddenly collapsed on the beach, his chest heaving and gasping: "Huhu...how could this happen? ?”
The other bodyguards also had ugly faces. They could only bite the bullet and peel off the unrecognizable car shell, trying to see if anyone was still alive.
In fact, they all know it clearly in their hearts.
If he had crashed into the sea after rushing out just now, he might have survived, but if he hit the ground directly, even an iron man wouldn't be able to withstand it.
With a speed of more than 190 kilometers per hour and an altitude of 50 meters, the spacecraft may be able to carry it, but no matter how good a luxury car is, it cannot withstand such an impact.
Sure enough, after opening the twisted and deformed rear door, they saw several people bleeding profusely. Whether it was the bodyguard or David, their bodies had been severely deformed. They felt their pulse and found that there was no heartbeat at all.
After a while, the housekeeper woke up from a dream. Instead of going to see David who died tragically, he quickly made a phone call.
"Hello... Hello, Mr. Noah."
"Is it Bain? What orders does my father have?"
"Mr. Noah, Mr. David has passed away just now. Please come back as soon as possible to take charge of the family's affairs!"
"..." There was silence for a moment on the other side of the phone: "This joke is not funny at all!"
"It's true. I was at the scene. Mr. David's car suddenly lost control and rushed down the Vincent Thomas Bridge." Butler Bain quickly explained.
"I'll be back as soon as possible." The voice on the other side of the phone actually contained a hint of excitement amid the depression.
Suddenly, Butler Bain remembered something and quickly reminded: "Mr. Noah, pay attention to safety. There have been two serious accidents at Baishan Investment in the past two days. Yesterday morning, Edward, the president of Baishan Investment, took Mr. David's private car. The helicopter crashed and died not far from the manor. Coupled with what happened today, I suspect that someone is targeting Mr. David and his family..."
"Is that so? I understand." Noah A. Crowe on the other side of the phone was also a little surprised.
The housekeeper breathed a sigh of relief. For him, David was dead, and the most important thing now was to find a new owner as a backer.
at the same time.
After Jiang Miao completed the three-kill achievement of "Unexpected Game", he did not stop moving.
He organized the various information collected from Baishan Investment and the Locke family in the past two days into files, and then sent them to various forces around the world.
Including the domestic side, as many as 300 gigabytes of confidential documents and materials have been received.
After doing all this, he smiled and removed some of his traces, then opened the blinds and breathed in the cool night air, feeling unusually calm in his heart:
'Chaos is the ladder to promotion. I really hope you will be satisfied with this gift. I am so kind. I have given you so much ammunition, so you have to be more diligent! ’
……
Los Angeles.
The Vincent Thomas Bridge on the beach on the Termit Island side was also the scene of the accident.
At this time, several cordons have been drawn up.
FBI agents and Los Angeles police officers surrounded the entire crime scene.
A middle-aged bald white man stood on the beach more than ten meters away from the accident car. Looking at the scene, his face was darker than the black police officer beside him.
Not far away, a middle-aged white man with a horse face in a black suit walked over. After approaching the bald man, he immediately took out a document from his briefcase and handed it to the bald man: "Commissioner Robert, this matter is now fully taken over by the FBI." , please hand over all the information and materials to us!”
"..." Commissioner Robert, who said nothing, secretly breathed a sigh of relief after looking at the documents, and then said seriously: "No problem, Mr. Crohn."
Horse-faced Crohn took out another document from his briefcase and handed it over: "In addition, this is a notice of cooperation with the investigation. Please sign for it."
"Okay." Robert nodded and quickly signed the document.
As the FBI's Special Agent in Charge (SAC) in the Los Angeles area, Crohn did not appear calm on the surface because this time the matter was too serious.
With the FBI fully taking over the case.
Various professionals also quickly arrived to conduct a more comprehensive and detailed survey of the site.
More than three hours later, the body, which was severely distorted and deformed by squeezing and impact, was completely separated from the car.
Deputy Tom took the preliminary autopsy report and walked to Crohn's car: "Cron, judging from the preliminary examination of the bodies of the five people, they all died from the reaction force of the impact."
This efficiency can be dozens of times faster than the FBI's previous service efficiency.
Sure enough, even death for such a big man is extraordinary.
Crohn looked surprised: "No one was shot?"
Tom shook his head: "No, the bullets all hit the car window glass. It should not be that the security personnel wanted to assassinate the target, but to break the car window glass to escape."
At first, Crohn saw the dense bullet marks on the car window and thought it was the security personnel in the car who had attacked the target, but he did not expect that it was not the case.
This situation made Crohn bite his thumbnail and fell into deep thought.
After a while, another computer engineer called out: "Mr. Crohn, I have some discoveries here."
Crohn, who was interrupted from thinking, took Tom and others to the computer engineer's RV. He saw a bearded white man with glasses staring at the screen of a laptop.
"Bell, what did you find?"
Computer engineer Bell raised his head: "The driver's mobile phone continuously sent out intensive signals during the incident. These signals are not common communication signals."
"..." Crohn's palms were sweating slightly, and his mind felt as if he had been hit by a detonation bomb. Then cold sweat broke out on his forehead. The summer heat was still unable to offset the chill in his heart.
‘Damn it… isn’t this a method commonly used by the CIA overseas to silence people? ’ As a middle-level employee of the FBI, Crohn knew some secrets.
But at this moment, he longed to know nothing.
Because he felt that he might be involved in the struggle of the top forces. This was not a struggle that a little shrimp like him could bear, and it might lead to the destruction of his family.
"Mr. Crohn?" Engineer Bell raised his glasses: "Are you feeling unwell?"
Tom also reacted. His face was also very pale, but fortunately his white skin hid this.
Crohn took a deep breath and then exhaled: "Huhu...it's nothing. Bell, please keep this matter secret for now. I need to report the situation to the superiors."
"Yes, you keep it a secret first, Crohn and I have something to do." Tom also smiled a little reluctantly.
The two hurried to the beach.
Looking at the sparkling sea, Crohn took out a cigarette and lit it, and then puffed away: "Huh... Tom, this matter is not something we can interfere with. Let's report it as soon as possible! I don't want to be a victim. ”
"I know, I know." Tom's voice was even trembling: "Shet! Why do we have to encounter this kind of thing!"
Originally, Jiang Miao could secretly remove this part of the traces, but he chose not to do so. Instead, he deliberately left some traces.
After all, all traces on the broiler that jumped in the middle have been cleared away, and the other party can't trace Jiang Miao at all.
In this case, leaving traces on the driver's cell phone can let the FBI know that someone took control of the vehicle and caused the vehicle to fly off the bridge.
Jiang Miao, who is far away in the world, will not be the object of suspicion.
But among the major forces within America, no matter how they explain it, a seed of suspicion has been planted. The heirs of the Locke family will definitely suspect that several major forces within America are secretly preparing to deal with their family.
In particular, Jiang Miao also contributed to the situation by packaging and sending many secrets of the Locke family to various relevant forces around the world.
This would further increase the Locke family's paranoia.
The most difficult thing in this world is to prove your innocence.
In particular, none of the major forces within America is clean.
Sure enough, Krohn and Tom reported the incident.
In the FBI headquarters building, the atmosphere instantly solidified.
Director Kevin Vincent looked extremely ugly, and several branch deputy directors also had solemn expressions. However, they did not speak first, but looked at director Kevin Vincent.
Kevin Vincent rubbed his temples: "Ask Crohn to temporarily block the information. No information can be disclosed to the outside world without my order. In addition, I warn the media that I don't want to see any reports related to this matter. Please understand." ”
"Yes."
“OK…”
Soon, Kevin Vincent also told the financial backers behind the news.
For a time, the secret communication channels throughout North America suddenly became extremely busy, and all major forces received relevant intelligence almost at the same time.
The FBI's preliminary investigation surprised them even more. Although they all knew that they had never done such a thing, they invariably became suspicious of other chaebol families.
For example, a certain plutocratic family that likes to invite competitors to take advantage of them has become a key target of suspicion.
Once the seeds of doubt take root and sprout in people's hearts, they are not easy to remove.
And Noah A. Locke, who is still on the road, does not know that a storm with the Locke family at its core is about to detonate the whole world.
(End of chapter)