CHAPTER 1931: CHAPTER 1756: SENDING YOU ANOTHER TEAMMATE

After this sentence.

It’s a string of Swiss bank accounts.

And:

"One hundred million dollars, collaboration."

The words were few.

But.

The content was so substantial that it almost crashed the old man’s brain, his scalp tingling, the implications of this sentence were too shocking. Was Zero nurtured by Kitty? How absurd.

True?

False?

He hesitated.

If false.

He could just dismiss it with a laugh and ignore it.

But.

If true.

God!

The old man’s breath became rapid, if this hundred million dollar collaboration was true, does it mean there’s a chance to bring Zero under his own control, and also, that the Transcription Fluid technology is related to that illegitimate daughter.

Thinking of this.

His mind kept fantasizing.

-Zero.

-Transcription Fluid.

-MY.

Seemingly within reach, and all of a sudden, many things had explanations. All financial consortiums had investigated, Zero possessed quite a number of advanced industrial technologies, but their origin was unknown.

Europe and America.

Japan.

Polar Bear.

All investigated.

Found not to be so.

As for Huaxia, it was even less likely, some of which Huaxia had not fully mastered, so it was impossible for it to have flowed there if Kitty provided it. With her own influence, it was not impossible.

Last time the revenge against the three assassin organizations.

This time their action.

If done with heavy hands, it’s not impossible to achieve. The more he thought, the bigger the probability seemed, and his heart began to heat up. This was truly an unexpected delight. Suddenly, the old man’s expression changed drastically.

"Not good."

He remembered the action against Zero.

If Zero dies.

Myanmar’s situation would quickly spiral out of control.

Before, he couldn’t wait for it to get out of control, but knowing Zero had a high probability of being nurtured by Kitty, a dead Zero, a chaotic Myanmar, and a Myanmar Bank Group coveted by major consortiums.

Didn’t fit his interests anymore.

No way.

"Zero can’t die for now," the old man thought urgently.

But.

How to stop it?

Against Zero, they had two plans prepared. The first was tampering on the airplane, which had been successful. The second was, Zero couldn’t escape from it, very rudely, to directly shoot it down.

Theoretically.

The probability of using the second plan was less than one percent.

That one percent.

Was for Zero’s luck. If you want to stop, first you have to ensure the plane stops before the first plan activates, and the subsequent actions would be easy. But how to notify Zero?

Radio?

It can.

But it would be monitored.

The action against Zero was not his responsibility, if he acted rashly, the second plan might be directly executed, ruining everything. He had to come up with an infallible strategy to prevent Zero from dying.

"Ha."

The old man couldn’t help but smile.

A few minutes ago.

He was still hoping for Zero’s death, and a few minutes later, he had to save him. Life was indeed full of drama. As for the authenticity of this information, he felt it was very likely, and even worth gambling on.

...

Above the Pacific.

Boeing 747.

Cockpit.

Tang Qing was munching on seeds, watching the show. The consortiums’ first plan wasn’t to plant explosives but to use an equipment backdoor on the Boeing, executing a certain command at a specific time.

Not long.

Just one minute.

But.

One minute was enough to make the plane dive to an irreversible self-save speed. When the plane docked at Washington Airport, this command had been silently embedded, waiting to activate.

Trigger condition was a longitude.

East longitude.

One hundred thirty degrees.

Near East China Sea.

However.

What the consortiums didn’t expect was, this Boeing 747 wasn’t produced by Boeing. Apart from its shell, the internal parts and structure had been changed, with more advanced technology and functionality.

The backdoor they utilized was just a virtual machine.

Easily altered.

Thus.

The real threat.

Came from their backup plan---to shoot it down directly. Only the consortiums were so reckless. The weapons onboard this Boeing 747 could overwhelm an opposing flight formation, but Tang Qing didn’t intend to use it.

This world.

Things that could be solved with fists, the mind could also solve many.

Momentary satisfaction.

But the aftermath was difficult to handle. Thus came the plan to use heavy punches, gaining many benefits, turning some originally hostile forces into assistance, easing the pressure on Zero and Asia Dollar.

Strive for a period of stable development.

Kitty.

Heavy punches.

Were the perfect disguise for this plan. In this way, by using this relationship, regarding policy on Asia Dollar and Myanmar, there would certainly be disagreements within the European and American consortiums, deriving benefits from it.

Clues were given.

Ha.

Don’t need much.

Just one sentence is enough. The rest is left for the other party to fill in the blanks. For smart people, never make it too clear, especially when setting a trap, these people’s smartness will justify itself.

Furthermore.

Besides clues.

Evidence must be there.

...

Two hours later.

Washington.

Manor.

"We thoroughly checked Heavy Punch’s capital exchanges, very normal, every income clearly documented, every expenditure accounted for, public accounts are fine, but personal accounts are a bit off."

"Go on."

"They did it very covertly, didn’t even open accounts in personal names, but they still left many clues, like letting someone hold luxury homes, income and expenditure mismatches, and so on."

"We could only find out about a dozen of them, the investigation is still ongoing, and for the sake of secrecy, we can’t act too boldly, if we want detailed information, it may attract a lot of attention."

"Moreover, a lot of funds flowed into MY."

"..."

The old man was silent.

Public accounts were fine, the old man wasn’t surprised, personal accounts having issues, that was expected. A Heavy Punch could be commanded by Kitty to take action against himself, surely some benefits must be given.

Otherwise.

Who would risk their lives for her?

Finding this.

Was actually enough. Heavy Punch’s disproportionate income and expenditure were definitely related to Zero, using MY’s Currency Clearing channel to complete money laundering and conceal funds, making it difficult for them to detect.

Good means.

Good strategy,

Now.

The old man was more convinced of his idea.

"Must save Zero."

At this time.

His mobile phone rang.

"Old friend, this late, what’s up?" the old man wondered, it was close to three in the morning, what business did this guy call for?

The next moment.

The old man’s eyes widened.

The other side only said one sentence: "Kitty, a good girl."

"What do you mean?"

"Hehe, I think we have the possibility of collaborating."

...

Shanghai.

Villa.

Tang Qing gazed at the setting sun, maneuvering the world really isn’t easy, true becomes false, false becomes true, a trap within a trap, pit within pit, countless conspiracies and stratagems intertwined.

Sigh!

Calculating back and forth.

Quite tiring.

But the world is like this, survival of the fittest, you don’t provoke others, but others will come for you, the best you can do is play better than them, and play beautifully.

Fortunately.

Without having to act personally.

Otherwise.

Life would be unlivable. As for the new problem the old man encountered, of course, it was all planned by Tang Qing himself. Among the European and American consortiums, if there was only one helping Zero, it would be too weak.

So.

I’ll give you another teammate.

No need to thank!

As for ERV.

The trump card.

For determining victory, how can it be used easily!