CHAPTER 1923: CHAPTER 1748: THE SECOND OBJECTIVE

The fifteenth.

United States.

The G20 summit ended.

Two days.

There were still some achievements, namely that everyone decided to take strong measures to cope with the crisis. Since it was an informal meeting, whether these measures would be implemented... is up to one’s conscience!

Cough cough.

Just kidding.

Everyone of course needs to act, but the methods are different.

The United States printed money.

The European Union plans to observe for a while.

As for Huaxia.

It has already adopted a quantitative easing policy, launching a three trillion plan. Overall, emerging market countries are all facing tests, of course, some are really salted fish, just watching.

After all.

The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.

Among them.

The biggest controversy is still Ling’s money-spending policy. The United States spends money to save financial institutions and directs it to the financial market, while Ling’s spending is directed to the real economy, and even globally.

Nonconformist.

Thus.

Experts from various countries brought it up.

There is support.

There is opposition.

There is neutrality.

But it is undeniable that it is effective. Opponents believe that a large influx of Asia Dollars into the international market will foster increasing currency risks and then trigger a new round of crises.

However.

Supporters believe that given the volume of the Asia Dollar, it has not yet triggered a global financial crisis, only the Dollar and Euro might do so. They feel it is helpful for short-term economic recovery.

After all.

The currency value of the Asia Dollar is still intact.

Spending as much.

Can create trade volumes several times larger, feeding many people, economic data will start to reverse. Of course, these people are just shouting, because Ling won’t listen to them anyway.

Standoff.

In short.

How to gain attention without something to talk about!

...

kilometers north of Washington.

Ford Manor.

An old man and a young man are playing golf, talking as they do.

"How many?"

"At least ten waves."

"Not bad."

"A bit few."

"Naturally, many are interested, but more are self-aware. A cake everyone wants to grab isn’t so easy; only two types of people will participate in actions against Ling."

"First, those not afraid of death, desperate fugitives. Second, those with strength, or think they have strength."

"Kovalro doesn’t seem to have sent anyone."

"Really?"

"Uh, I’m not certain, or they’re very hidden."

"That’s right. If Kovalro takes action, you might not even know until after success. Let’s not forget, Kovalro is still the largest intelligence partner of the CIA overseas."

"If they want to hide something, it won’t be found out easily."

"True."

Kovalro.

It’s an existence they tacitly acknowledge, doing all kinds of dirty work, and now increasingly growing. A significant portion of the CIA’s overseas intelligence officers are Kovalro’s people, known as the second CIA.

Reluctantly admit.

It’s a terrifying existence.

Of course.

That’s for those below their class. To jointly support Kovalro is like having a big dog raised together. Over the years, it has been obedient and handy.

"I have a concern," suddenly, the young man said.

"What?"

"Ling not dying, what then?"

Upon hearing this.

The old man’s furrowed face deepened, he was laughing.

"What do you think, what’s the probability of him surviving?"

"Zero, as his name suggests."

"Indeed, in this game, he’s doomed, there’s no hope of survival," the old man asserted. They’ve laid out a big card and have backup measures.

Ling wants to live?

Almost impossible.

Besides.

There are a bunch of assassins around, wanting to pounce; it might not even be their turn to act.

"But what if?"

"What if."

The old man muttered.

"If he truly survives, that would be another miracle. What we need to do is find the creator of that miracle. Last time’s incident still has no outcome."

That revenge.

Fierce.

Ruthless.

Fast.

Even they found it difficult to achieve. After years of investigation, not a hair was found. Finally, they hoped for a second strike, leaving a flaw for them.

Such means.

Truthfully.

Even they are a bit scared.

"You mean.."

The young man was startled,

"Yes, if he reaches the airport safely and the process exceeds our expectations, it means that force has struck again. This time, we must root it out, or we won’t sleep well."

Last time.

Eight underworld force leaders pooled money.

Three major assassin organizations exerted effort.

The result?

All eight died.

The three major assassin organizations were eradicated, without a trace, and then vanished. Such means, of course, were within their consideration. After much hesitation, they decided to act.

They also have their pride.

With this,

Perhaps can lure out that existence who acted.

Therefore.

As for Ling.

The second purpose is to see if they can force out whoever acted last time. They really don’t like the unknown, too used to controlling everything, they won’t allow someone that audacious out of sight.

"I see."

"Keep a close watch."

"Yes."

...

Shanghai Stock Market.

Villa.

"Want to fish?"

Tang Qing smiled.

In general, it’s a good scheme. If Ling dies, everything continues. If Ling doesn’t die, by the time he reaches the airport, it can help lure out last time’s executor. Ultimately, with backup, they still win.

Unfortunately.

To fish.

First, you need a good fishing rod, sturdy fishing line, and an angler capable of holding the rod. With bait present, the other three elements also exist; the only variable is the fish’s size.

That’s what they didn’t account for.

Want to fish?

Go ahead.

Let’s see if your strength is greater.

Or if I am the bigger fish. Instantly, an aerial view of Washington appeared before him, with points marked, either near Ling or on the way to the airport.

Red.

Represents those wanting to act.

Purple.

Represents those wanting to fish.

"Action."

"Yes."

..

Evening.

Nightfall begins to cover the city.

Hotel.

Miao Ye packed his luggage, ready to return. These two days were calm, but he always had a bizarre feeling, yet couldn’t explain it, so he chalked it up to his own illusion.

"Let’s go."

"Okay."

Following Ling.

A group of people went downstairs, surrounded, leaving the hotel where they had stayed for two days. Miao Ye wouldn’t know that in the first room around the corner on the second floor, a man was lying unconscious on the carpet.

Kitchen.

Storage room.

A Western man dressed as a chef was lying down.

First floor.

Top corner of the lobby, inside the ventilation duct, there was a small figure.

Motionless.

Breaths faint.

Beside them.

Was a device with a poisoned needle, a skin scratch ensures death. A few days ago, they respected the host during the summit, but after it ended, there was no need.

If Ling boards the airplane.

No more opportunities.

Stepping out of the hotel.

"Hiss!"

Cold.

Miao Ye wrapped his collar, in Washington, it was the nearly snowing season, the cold wind pierced like knives, he hurriedly followed Ling’s steps, got into the car, unaware that in those few seconds, he almost died several times.