Chapter 4 4. Mysterious business

"Lu's Space Transportation Company" is located on Chengdu Road in Taipei City. It is an H-shaped building, and its appearance is not luxurious.The strength of Lu's company has long been an indisputable fact, and there is no need to use appearances to decorate it.So four years ago, Lu Gang moved the company's headquarters from Hong Kong's Queen's Avenue to this tree-lined street in order to relieve some of the financial pressure. The office is very luxurious. In the 500-square-meter office, there is a huge black nanmu desk next to the table.The velvet curtain was drawn back to reveal a map of space routes hanging on the wall.Lawyer Pinto opened the door and came in. He is 70 years old, tall and thin, with his unique temperament in his demeanor: capable, calm, and ready to negotiate with clients in the most reasonable manner at any time.He is Lu Gang's father, and has an irreplaceable influence on Lu Gang."The guests have arrived," he said.

Lu Gang behind the desk nodded: "Please come in." The secretary, Ms. Tian, ​​led the two guests in. Lu Gang greeted them at the door, shook hands, and invited them to sit down.One of the visitors was in his 60s, tall and thin like Pinto, with silver hair, well-maintained skin, and a brand-name suit from London Phillips.The other was of lower stature and had a bushy beard.Pinto introduced: "This is Mr. Frost, and this one is his assistant, Mr. Rogers." Lu Gang smiled and said: "Welcome distinguished guests. In Western terms, customers are my God. In Chinese terms, you are my food and clothing parents. How about it, let's get to the point. Listen to Mr. Pinto's introduction, you are going to give Lagrangian release of 1000 tons of nuclear waste?"

Frost nodded: "Yes." "No problem, this was our routine shipment 10 years ago. This business has shrunk in recent years, but our capacity has not diminished." "We know the strength of your company, but there is a special condition for this shipment." "Please speak, we will do our best to satisfy." "Confidentiality, we require strict confidentiality. We will send people to load the cargo on the spaceship and seal the hatch. Before the spaceship takes off, we are not allowed to disclose any information to the press." Lu Gang shook his head: "An aerospace plane going to the sky cannot be hidden, at least it cannot be hidden from the monitoring instruments of the aerospace departments of the United States, Russia, China and other countries."

Frost smiled slightly: "We know, we just want to downplay the spaceship as much as possible before it goes to the sky. Mr. Lu Gang, you won't suffer, we are going to pay 30% more for this as a reward for keeping it secret. Look at our The conditions are good enough." Lu Gang slightly sneered: "Is a pile of nuclear waste worth such trouble? No, no, you don't have to worry," he cut off the other party's conversation: "I'm just talking casually, Lu's company has always tried its best to meet any confidentiality requirements of users. Then what about unloading? Will you also send people?"

"No, you are responsible for unloading." Lu Gang smiled and said: "Okay, for the sake of confidentiality, I will use the banknotes you paid to paste the eyes of the crew, let them unload the cargo with their eyes closed, and assemble them on the large waste grid with their eyes closed." "Thank you, Mr. Lu, for your understanding. Now, can you make a quotation?" Lu Gang looked at his lawyer and saw that Mr. Pinto was stopping him with his eyes, so he said with a smile: "Let me discuss with my assistant and send the quotation to your place tonight. Now please taste the wine in the tasting glass." The coffee, which is the famous Yunnan adzuki bean coffee, has a stronger taste than Nestle."

After the four chatted a few words, the guests got up and said goodbye. Mr. Pinto sipped the rest of his coffee slowly, thinking.Lu Gang waited patiently until he raised his gaze.Lu Gang asked: "Uncle Pinto, do you have doubts?" "Of course, his cargo is by no means ordinary nuclear waste. I worry that once we get involved, it will bring some additional risks, such as crazy retaliation by opposing organizations." Lu Gang smiled: "I have already considered this, but I don't think you need to worry. Don't you see the origins of these two gentlemen? Although their words are calm, they have a strong sense of superiority in their gestures. That is The habit formed when one is used to being the master of the world is brought from the mother's womb, and no one else can learn it. In a word, these two must be Uncle Sam's agents. Although Uncle Sam has been ruined in recent years, but The psychological inertia has not disappeared. There must be something shady in their cargo box, but it is the necessary dirty in the political field, which is not surprising, and it will not bring any organizational retaliation."

Pinto secretly admired Lu Gang's subtlety.He raised a second question: "They can use their own space power. Although the United States no longer has Russ spacecraft, smaller spacecraft are also sufficient to complete this task." Lu Gang shook his head: "I don't know, maybe it's because of our highly competitive freight rates, or maybe it's because hiring a foreign private company is more conducive to keeping secrets. Uncle Pinto, I don't think you should hesitate. These guys actually know very well that we There is not much room for bargaining. The world economic situation is so gloomy that it will not change for at least 15 years, and our transportation business is untenable. I want to take this business and use the money I earn to overhaul the spacecraft. I can't let The crew will risk their lives, and my father's career cannot be ruined by me."

There was a touch of desolation in his tone, and Pinto couldn't help feeling sad.Since the death of the old captain Lu Junjian, it was not easy for Lu Gang to maintain Lu's company in the economic recession for 10 years.He was exhausted.He only revealed these sufferings to Pinto, and occasionally to old Larry. In the eyes of outsiders, Lu Gang has always been rough, tough, cheerful and happy, and dared to use his "Noah's Ark" to overthrow the throne of God at any time.Pinto walked over and gently put his arms around his shoulders. Lu Gang wiped away his sadness, and said with a smile: "Even so, I will try my best to knock them, Uncle Sam's fat head, maybe they are more anxious than us, maybe their cargo boxes contain things that we dare not see Human nuclear weapons or biochemical weapons. I have to pay a few of them for the maintenance of the spaceship, and I have to prepare a dowry for Lu Bing.”

He accidentally mentioned Lu Bing's marriage, and his eyes dimmed.Pinto pretended not to know, and said with a smile: "It's not urgent, our young lady doesn't seem to be ready to get married yet. Cough, when will she be sensible." "Then it's decided like this? Please type up the quotation and send it over at night." "OK." The Il plane took off from Santa Fe Bogota and flew southwest. It took more than an hour to reach Cali, the second largest city in Colombia.There are only a dozen passengers in this small plane, and there are seven or eight mixed-race women with heavy makeup, vulgar and vicious, chewing coca leaves in their mouths, talking loudly and unscrupulously, and they can tell at a glance that they are going to Cali. A low-class whore panning for gold.Mike's companion is an old priest, about his age, wearing a black priest's uniform, with a pair of wise eyes under his gray eyebrows, a kind face, and a natural majesty and nobility.

Below the plane is a stretch of clouds, like iron-gray solidified mountains.The clouds further up were lighter and drifted slowly back.At the altitude of the plane there was a third layer of long, light clouds, which swept quickly behind the plane.Of course, the difference in speed of these clouds is due to the illusion they create for the difference in altitude of the aircraft. The plane drove for an hour, and the eyes of the clouds slowly opened, revealing the rolling Andes Mountains below, a green world with rich greenery, and the Cauca River meandering in the deep valley.Mike was looking down from the porthole and heard his neighbor say, "Beautiful Andes, a gift from God."

Mike replied out of courtesy: "Yes, God's gift." The priest said calmly: "Unfortunately, there is another gift from God. 3,000 years ago, a plant called coca was planted in the Andes Mountains. Indians chewed coca leaves to satisfy hunger, keep out the cold, refresh oneself, Treat bone pain and wind pain, etc. The simple Indians regard it as a holy grass and a gift from God. At that time, who would have thought that this holy grass would evolve into a worldwide drug cancer, and even to completely destroy the country of Colombia?" The travelers next to him turned their heads and looked at the priest in horror.The plane is flying to the location of the largest drug lord in the world, and it is very likely that the plane already belongs to the sphere of influence of drug traffickers.Over the years, they have become a state within a state, the de facto Colombian government, killing anyone who opposes them.The abbe's remarks were too scandalous. The priest turned a blind eye to the panic around him, and continued calmly: "Colombia used to be dominated by the Medellin Group and the Cali Group. The Medellin Group was destroyed in 1993, and the Cali Group was almost destroyed in 2010. But since The greenhouse effect has destroyed the world order, and the Cali group is back, more vicious than ever. They control the country and poison 70 million people with the drugs they produce every year. God Almighty will punish these sinners." Mike suddenly remembered a person, and he asked: "There is a famous anti-drug fighter in your country, Father An Dake, do you recognize him?" The priest nodded: "Yes, that's me." Mike groaned.Father Antaco has devoted himself to anti-drug propaganda for 30 years. He is a well-known figure in Colombia, and of course he is also hated by drug dealers.But the strange thing is that he has been safe and sound, even safer than the insiders of the underworld.The reason may be that he has always adhered to the idea of ​​non-violence, which can be regarded as a sobering dose in a country where assassinations and rampant drug dealers are rampant; I also heard that the leader of the drug cartel, Cabellero Jr., has a personal relationship with this priest. respect.These factors combined to allow the outspoken anti-drug fighter to survive. When Mike said goodbye to his daughter and took the opportunity to leave the United States, he had already made a difficult life decision. He was determined to ask drug dealers for help to complete the almost impossible thing.For this astonishing transformation, even he himself could not believe it. Maybe psychologists will make an analysis after the fact: Is it that decades of living alone have created a paranoid? Was it his obsession with nukes, this magical technology, that finally drove him out of his mind?Is it anger at the government for abandoning him? But despite being on this path—think about being the elite of mainstream society’s elite all the way with dirty drug dealers—Mike’s thinking is still on the elitist voyage.He reached out and shook the priest's hand, and said sincerely, "I have known you for a long time, and I admire you very much." The priest looked at his frank eyes and said sincerely, "Thank you." He asked with concern, "What business do you have here? It is very dangerous for strangers to come to Cali." Mike hesitated for a while, and whispered bluntly, "I'm looking for Cabalero himself. I have some accounts to settle with him." The priest was taken aback, and he once again congratulated his neighbor.This silver-haired old man has clear eyes and a sense of righteousness in his expression. In any case, he does not seem to be a person who is in league with drug dealers.His brows were furrowed, and there seemed to be deep pain, maybe he had some deep hatred with drug dealers?The priest persuaded hesitantly: "Forgive me, I think some things can only be turned to God..." Old Mike waved his hand and interrupted him: "No, I must go, but you don't have to worry about me. Where can I find Cabellelu himself?" The priest hesitated for a long time before he said darkly: "If you must go, there is a Wallace nightclub in the center of Cali. Everyone knows that it is the semi-public contact point of Cabellero." He sighed and said: " Old man, please proceed with caution, and don't make me regret telling you these things." The plane landed at the Cali airport, which was not the brightly lit scene of American airports at all. The dim lights weakly illuminated the simple runway. Two staff members pulled a gangway and leaned against the cabin door of the Il plane.The soldiers wore steel helmets and camouflage uniforms, staring at the passengers who disembarked.Mike glanced around, picked up the small suitcase and strode towards the exit.The priest called him and said kindly: "Sir, if you need me, please find me in the church. My words here still have a certain weight." Mike said heartily, "Thank you." The priest hesitated for a moment and asked, "Sir, where are you going to stay, can you tell me?" Mike shook his head: "I don't know. Thank you, I can take care of myself." He picked up his suitcase and quickly disappeared into the crowd.Father An Dake looked at his back regretfully. He had a good impression of this American and couldn't bear to see him die in the hands of drug cartels. Unfortunately, he seemed to be avoiding his own help. A month later, he saw the head portrait of Old Mike on TV, which was issued by Interpol. At that time, he was not regretful, but extremely shocked.He learned about Mike's history through friends in the United States, and he didn't believe that a standard gentleman would degenerate into a standard villain in January.What is the internal reason for this leap?If it was a sudden and illogical change, wouldn't his belief in human nature be completely shattered? After several months of thinking, he came to a conclusion that could be justified.He thinks, in essence, those who study nuclear bombs, the kind of work that can send hundreds of millions of people to the fiery hell, are inherently evil, but they are painted by the state and society with various logical and moral paradoxes, Put on a false aura.Therefore, although these social elites and thieves like Cabaleru seem to be in two separate worlds, they are actually very close to each other, and a small wormhole can integrate the two closed surfaces into one. The Wallace Nightclub is booming. Under the blood-red neon lights, waiters in red uniforms bow from time to time to welcome groups of jeweled guests.The chamber jazz band played wild rock music, and the high notes of the saxophone lingered in the hall.Laser beams swirl and sway on the dance floor, creating a dreamlike atmosphere. Old Mike has been tired of being here for the past two days. He wants a plate of fried ant eggs unique to Colombia, two glasses of martinis, and a grilled steak for half a day.He has been calmly looking at the people coming and going in the restaurant, and he is well aware of how many pairs of eyes have been staring at him coldly.Of course he doesn't care. For a lot of time, especially when he was slightly drunk, he wandered in his own spiritual world. He often thought of his young wife and daughter when he was a child—it was strange, in his memories, he always thought of his young wife and his daughter as a child. The adult daughter is mixed together; thinking of the pale and transparent granddaughter, Mies has certain similarities with his wife in the eyebrows and eyes, so although he only met once, he still has a strong sense of intimacy. But most of the time, he recalls his work, which has played a large part in his life after all. From the age of 20, when he was still a talented college student, he has been diving deep in this exquisite, magical, magical sea of ​​nuclear bomb technology, and finally reached the kingdom of freedom, this fusion with the "God of War" The pleasure of oneness is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.He must not let these gods of war be quietly abandoned, not even a splash.He would rather give them to the devil. For two days he had noticed that the restaurant had some special customers.After they entered the door, they exchanged glances with the bodyguards almost imperceptibly, and then went to the back hall.The back hall is a gambling room, but Mike knows that they are not ordinary gamblers.At this moment, he saw one of them coming again, and walked straight back. He also pushed away the dishes, leaving behind the 300 pesos in cash, and followed. An extremely provocative Danzon was played on the dance floor. Accompanied by maracas, tambourines, harpsichords and saxophones, the dancers twisted their hips and waists violently and spun rapidly.The gambling hall was filled with smoke and noisy people, and the gamblers calmly squinted at the cards in their hands, watching the scene even if the sky fell at this moment, they would finish playing their cards in the dark.The person who came in just now glanced at the entrance of the gambling hall, but did not go in, exited the entrance and turned right.Mike followed and saw the man enter a secret room.The bodyguard at the door immediately reached out to stop Mike, speaking with a very humble attitude, but his eyes were very serious: "Sir, do you want to gamble? You are going the wrong way." Mike pushed past the bodyguards and broke into the room.The two people in the room who were talking secretly looked at him in surprise.Several bodyguards immediately drew out their pistols and surrounded him, and the bodyguards who were pushed away by him also rushed in angrily, cursing in a low voice and put their guns on his head. Surrounded by five muzzles, Mike looked at the owner of the house calmly.It was a handsome young man, dressed simply, with black hair, who seemed to be of yellow race.He moved his fingers slightly, signaling the bodyguards not to be impatient, and the bodyguards stopped immediately, waiting for his order. Mike has read a lot of introductions about the Cali cartel group, and knows that the group always pays attention to low profile. Members wear plain clothes, have legal jobs, and are not allowed to drink or gamble, especially drugs; their style is very cold, and members execute The task pays attention to three "nos": no failure, no excuses, and no second chances.If you make a mistake, you will be executed immediately, and even your relatives will be wiped out.He guessed that the plainly dressed and refreshed young man in front of him was probably an important figure in the group. The young man came over and stared at Old Mike for a while, then said calmly in English, "Do you have any advice, sir?" Mike smiled slightly: "I want to see Cabalero." "Cabaleru?" The young man smiled, "I don't know which Cabaleru you are looking for. If it's that wealthy Cabaleru, then you must have gone to the wrong place." Mike didn't seem to have heard his words: "I'm looking for Cabellero, Logito. Cabellero, I want to introduce him to a business worth 10 billion US dollars. This is the address of my place of residence, please arrange for me This meeting. But please remember, I must meet him in person." After speaking, he turned and left.Several bodyguards immediately pinned him with guns, waiting for the master to deal with him.Mike's expression remained unchanged, and he turned to look at the young man.The young man thought for a moment, then shook his hand and asked the bodyguard to let him go.When he went out, a bodyguard said: "This is the man I mentioned. He has been in the nightclub for two days. I don't think he is a gangster." The young man smiled and said, "Are you sure?" "That's right, he smells... of holy water." The young man laughed loudly: "Smells like holy water! Our friend, Father Andacco, would be very angry if he heard of it. Have you found out the origin of this man? Call Cambay." After a while, Campbell came in a hurry. He was a thin, mixed-race boy with dark skin and a razor-like cold blue light in his eyes.Campbell said: "It has been found out. It is very strange that he left his real name no matter whether he left the hotel or the ticket. His name is Mike. Sturgeon is the most famous nuclear bomb technology expert in the United States and was once a treasure of the US government. .Of course, after the world destroys nuclear bombs in 2022, this business is outdated and useless. But I can't figure out what he is doing here anyway. If he wants to switch to drug business, it will be a little later, 70-year-old guy , one leg is already in the coffin." "Could it be a bait laid by the US government?" Campbell shook his head: "I don't know, I don't think so." The young man thought about it for a while, and said decisively: "I believe this is a big fish, not the bait of the World Drug Organization. Maybe he really has a business worth 10 billion dollars. Contact my godfather immediately and arrange this meeting , of course, his shadow must be cut off." The next day, in the room on the third floor of the Sania Hotel, Mike saw a black stretched Cadillac car coming through the cracks in the curtains. Three people got out of the car and entered the hotel door.Knowing that the guest he was waiting for was about to arrive, Mike left the window and sat on the sofa watching TV.A few minutes later, there was a soft knock on the door.It was the bodyguard who once held Mike's head with a gun, but today he is in a neat suit, polite and courteous: "Mr. Mike, our boss invites you to go." "Okay, please take my suitcase down." The bodyguard picked up the suitcase and waited for him at the door.Mike scanned the room at last. Starting today, he will officially bid farewell to human society, or to say goodbye to normal human society. Who knows what is waiting for him ahead? After getting in the car, the bodyguard said sorry, and tightly covered his eyes with a black cloth.The car drove for a long time, and according to Mike's feeling, they were going in circles.An hour later they came to an unremarkable building in the city. The inside of the building was heavily guarded. A purebred German shepherd dog was barking softly by the wall. Several bodyguards stood inside the door, all carrying Walter pistols and Israeli Galil submachine guns.They were polite to Mike, but that didn't stop him from being searched the most thoroughly, they stripped Mike, scrutinized his nails, anus and genitals, pulled out his dentures and inspected them, ran them all over with metal detectors whole body.Mike listened to them calmly, while the man named Campbell kept smiling and asked him for forgiveness: "Please forgive me, Mr. Mike. We know the capabilities of the US Central Intelligence Agency, and we cannot let a miniature signal generator or a miniature poisonous needle bring it to us. Mr. Cabalero's side - of course, we would like to trust Mr. Mike." Mike smiled and was at their mercy.Half an hour later, they put on a new dress that exuded the smell of Chanel perfume for Mike, blindfolded them, surrounded him and took the elevator to the top of the building.Then stuff him into a helicopter. The journey lasted four hours, and the plane may have been flying in circles.When the helicopter landed and Mike was taken off his blindfold, the bright sunshine of the Pacific Ocean poured in.He blinked to adjust to the light and saw the helicopter departing, which he recognized as a Falcon.The helicopter pulled up its nose, skimmed the dense green jungle, and disappeared in the blue sky.Mike turned around and saw a white man in his 50s looking at him with a smile.He was wearing white casual clothes, exquisite Moroccan leather shoes, dark skin, medium build, and brown hair. He was reaching out to him at this moment: "Cabilerou. Welcome to Mr. Mike." This is Cabalero?Logito.Cabalero, Gabeto, the famous drug lord of the Cali Cartel.Son of Cabellelu, true king of Colombia.Mike secretly sighed that the world is impermanent. How could he have imagined that he would be with this person a month ago? Cabellelu said cordially: "Mr. Mike has come from afar, let me show you my family park first." He left his entourage behind and led Mike on a leisurely pace.In the woods by the sea, the roots of red cedar trees are exposed and intertwined, and there is an inconspicuous but well-maintained path among the trees.Soon they were in the deciduous rainforest, lush and tangled with tropical trees of all kinds, from the stout rubber and enkanu trees to the deliciously fruity jackfruit trees.Looking up, Andean vultures spread their wings and glide across the sky, and from time to time a flying squirrel glides among the branches in the forest.A howler monkey crossed the path, hopping with their strange gait, and disappeared into the thick foliage.Sometimes Cabellerou pointed out to him a three-toed sloth, which was sleeping soundly with its arms around a branch. Cabellelu said that this is Malpelo Island, 500 kilometers away from the coast of Colombia, and it is his private garden. "I would like to receive the honorable Mr. Mike in my own home." He said meaningfully. After walking for nearly half an hour, I saw a road ahead, a beige Rolls.The Royce Coriche X sedan awaits.Cabalero invited him into the car, which soon reached the beach.Judging from the azimuth, this should be the other side of the island.On the beach stood a parasol, a white coffee table and two wooden deck chairs. Several burly bodyguards spread out in a circle with their faces facing outward. Two stunning naked women greeted them with coquettish smiles. They took Mike's arm one by one.After the two were seated, Cabellelu said, "I think we can get to the point." The two women were tired of Mike, and Mike smiled and signaled to the host: "Take care of the two ladies first, they entangle me so much that I can't breathe." Cabilelu smiled and said, "It seems that our guests don't like this mood. You go." The two women pursed their lips in feigned anger, twisted their waists and left.Cabalero turned back and said, "Mr. Mike, I heard that you have a big business?" Mike said hesitantly: "Sir, I no longer doubt that you are Cabalero himself. But in view of the importance of this business, I would also like to ask you to give a credible proof that we used to live in two completely Different worlds," he emphasized, intentionally or unintentionally drawing a boundary between the two, "I don't know how to communicate between the two, and there is any way that both parties can be convinced." Cabalero was a little impatient: "Of course. What kind of evidence do you want? A three-day national carnival for you in Colombia, or a power outage in the eastern United States? I don't know." It can be done. But I think there is a more direct way." He said slightly teasingly: "Mr. Mike proposed this transaction. I don't rule out that there are reasons for belief, such as a great sense of loss in spirit, etc., but we Let's assume for a moment that money is also a factor. How much do you want out of the $10 billion? Two million? Five million? We can sort it out in advance. Then I'll pay right away, you want jewelry, or unnumbered, Cash without any secret is fine. You can also send the money to your daughter, son-in-law and two grandchildren in San Francisco in advance, and we are not worried about Mr. Mike not keeping his word." Mike read cruelty from his smile, and knew that the powerful drug cartel had completely taken his daughter's family into their hands.He nodded: "Okay. I don't want jewelry or cash. You have to use the most legal excuses to give the money to my daughter, such as charity donations, lottery jackpots, and it must not affect my daughter after the incident The right to control the money. In addition, even if the business fails due to some irresistible factors, the revenge can only be limited to me alone.” Cabilelu stared at him and said, "Thank you for your frankness. Please believe that I am reasonable. I promise that if the business failure is due to force majeure and not other reasons, we will not take revenge on your relatives." "As for the amount, I only ask for 1 million. Anything more is useless to me." There was a hint of sadness in his words. Cabilelu was a little surprised at such a low request, he smiled and said: "Well, 1 million is counted as an advance payment. I will reserve the right to claim another 1 million for you, whether you are yourself or your designated heir. You Look, we hit it off right away, and I believe this cooperation will be very pleasant." Mike didn't respond emotionally in the same way, he said indifferently: "Okay, let's get to the point." He settled himself on the cool chair, took a sip of coffee and said: "In 2022, due to the gradual rationalization of the international community, or rather out of the fear of losing both sides, the United States, China, Russia, etc. have all destroyed all nuclear weapons in accordance with UN resolutions. , but this is all just literally. As far as I know, at least the United States still retains more than 2,000 nuclear bombs, most of which are small, such as nuclear landmines, nuclear grenades fired with rifles, nuclear-powered electromagnetic pulse guns and nuclear bombs. Powered infrasonic weapons, etc. There are also big ones, like clean neutron bombs, nuclear warheads of multi-warhead ballistic missiles, and even two big ones with an equivalent of 100 million tons." He explained: "It is Khrushchev who once The kind that brags that a single test can shatter glass windows all over the world, a hydrogen bomb of this tonnage has more publicity effect than practicality, but the US government has also produced a few without any fanfare." He paused for a while, then continued: "The secret keeping of these nuclear bombs is to deal with the cunning of the Iron Curtain or the former Iron Curtain countries, and to deal with the threat of some lunatic countries. Of course, this is very taboo in international public opinion, so the secrecy is very strict. Only The President at the time, the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, and a group of seven called the 'C' Committee. In fact, this C Committee is the real decision-maker. They can decide whether to inform the successor President of this secret. As far as I know We know, at least the current president, that 35-year-old young man, Whitham, must not have known this secret." "We know a thing or two about Committee C," said Cabilelu. "They are all political veterans, such as outgoing justices, the chairman of the Chiefs of Staff, bankers, and the president of the Press Trust. Every three years Re-elect once, replace 2 people, and the new candidates have to go through an extremely complicated selection process. In fact, Committee C is the real helmsman of the big ship of the United States of America." In a free country, many people don’t know or don’t want to know this secret. When Nixon stepped down due to the Watergate incident in the 1970s, the world thought it was the victory of democracy. In fact, the real reason is that stubborn Nixon let these few The old man became angry. So after a secret meeting, the auspicious feeling of Watergate’s wiretapping was revealed quietly, and various democratic machines immediately ran wildly. The cunning Secretary of State Kissinger saw the inside story one step earlier than the president, and immediately drew with the president. Nixon was greatly annoyed and puzzled when he ignored the etiquette and seized the camera at a meeting with foreign envoys at a large distance. Afterwards, some sharp-eyed journalists wrote articles to reveal that what impressed me the most was a column article by veteran Chinese reporter Liang Houfu. " He spoke flatly, not boasting of his knowledge.Mike nodded and said, "Yes. But the new earthquake caused by the flood revealed the secret," and he briefly described the development since then, "From then on, I have been excluded from the scope of insiders. From their actions, this This time they made up their minds and wanted to throw away this hot and useless potato. I don't know what they want to do with it, but according to my experience, they must have dropped the nuclear bomb on the semi-abandoned Lagrange cemetery, that The cold and distant hell of outer space has made this blushing secret disappear forever in the world.” He paused for a moment and said: “As for the transportation power, the U.S. aerospace power has declined sharply, and if the country’s transportation is allowed, it will be embarrassing once the secret is leaked. The situation. I guess they are very likely to go to Lu's Space Transportation Company, they have the only remaining Ruth-type spacecraft in the world. This matter will not drag on for too long, and it is estimated that it will be implemented within a month or two." He put the coffee cup on the coffee table and said: "My introduction is over, what to do after that is up to you. If you can grab the US government by the tail and hang the sword of Damocles over their heads, I think they will Reluctantly shell out 10 billion or 5 billion US dollars. If my cooperation is still required, I will be a passive participant.” The two looked at each other very calmly, and Cabilelu stood up and said with a smile, "Thank you very much for the information, Mr. Mike." He rang a bell, and an assistant came over from a distance immediately.He ordered: "Put Mr. Mike in the best hotel, and arrange his daily diet, so as to make him feel as comfortable as possible. Let Marta and the others still follow Mr. Mike, if they still can't get it this time For Mr. Mike's favor, I will cut off their ears. In addition, the one million remuneration will be done immediately." He shook hands with Mike tightly: "Goodbye." He sent Mike to the helicopter, meditated, and walked back into the jungle.There was a simple hut of a forest guard in the jungle. The accompanying bodyguard pressed a hidden button, and the floors were silently separated, revealing a spacious and tidy basement below.Several people were watching the big screen on the wall in the room. In the camera, the Falcon helicopter was quickly disappearing in the blue sky.They are the main members of the Cali cartel, Gravati, Sampez, Kamaili, Mitchell and Jose.Among these few people, only the Chinese young man was not qualified enough to attend the meeting. He was able to come here because he was the first to receive Mike.Cabaleru smiled and said, "How? I think his words are credible. He is a sincere gentleman with a lot of words, and he is also the number one villain I have ever seen. Look at him, he is enough to destroy When the nuclear bomb with hundreds of millions of lives was handed over to us, how calm and calm it was.” His lawyer, Muppel, said calmly: "It's not surprising. Those who engage in nuclear bombs have long known that these things are not firecrackers for festivals, but for killing people. They must have rehearsed thousands of nuclear explosions in their hearts." Bloody scenes, this is their professional characteristic." "How about it? Is his words reliable? Will we take over this business?" Sampez was the oldest of them, his beard and hair had turned gray, but his body was still as strong as a gorilla. He said: "As far as I can tell the intelligence is solid, Mike is seeking revenge on his past bosses." Several people have expressed their opinions, which is the practice of Cabelelo.Every major action was preceded by the most democratic discussions within the power bloc, but once consensus was reached, he took all power back.During the discussion, the Chinese youth did not speak.This is not surprising, he was not a person in the decision-making circle.But Cabaleru soon discovered that his godson had been staring at him with a smile, and there was something very strange in his smile. He smiled and asked, "Son, do you have any opinions? Since you are here today, just tell me Bar." 唐世龙笑了：“教父，我没有什么可讲的，我还是演好我自己的角色就行了。但我发现这个世界真小，太小了！你知道吗？我刚在台湾南部一个小礁岛上意外地发现了世界上最漂亮的女神，我决心把她追到手。在你急电召我回来之后，我还命手下继续为她送鲜花，不许间断。”他含意深长地说：“这个女神有一个粗野强悍却对妹妹言听计从的哥哥，你们知道他是谁？他就是鲁氏太空运输公司的老板，兼挪亚方舟号空天飞机的船长，那位未来的送货人。哈哈。”