CHAPTER 1932: CHAPTER 1757: NO WAY TO BREAK OUT

United States.

Washington.

Manor.

"Bang!"

Ending the communication, the old man threw his mobile phone, which was so durable that not even a car could crush it, never mind breaking it by throwing it. The butler quickly picked it up, stood behind him, lowered his head, and dared not speak.

At this moment.

The old man was in a furious rage.

Bastard.

FUCK.

It hasn’t been long yet the information leaked. It seems there are people on his side who are also on the other side, even though he has people on their side too. Still, having one more person know about such a big deal is infuriating.

Just now.

A cooperation was reached.

Protect Ling.

But forty percent of the interests were divided up, of course, this was after controlling Ling. Regarding this, none of them felt it was too difficult, especially after jointly believing ’it’s Gitti supporting Ling’ is a high probability.

Concerning this.

Besides anger.

Still anger.

However.

It can’t be denied that there are many benefits.

First.

Having one more ally makes the difficulty of helping Ling successfully weather this crisis decrease greatly.

Second.

Gaining one more ally; otherwise, it would be tough for one Myanmar Bank Group to safely swallow everything alone. Within the consortium, it’s not seamless and there’s mutual competition; this time it’s outward, that’s why they united.

But.

If Gitti and Ling’s relationship is real, it won’t be external but rather become an internal problem within the consortium. Although many interests were divided, when thinking of the profits, the old man couldn’t help but smile.

"Transfer one hundred million dollars into that account."

"Yes."

Soon.

The operation was completed.

"Monitor the financial movements."

"Yes."

An hour later.

"The money was transferred into a French investment company, which has business investments in Myanmar. In the previous Asia Dollar run crisis, this company never withdrew funds, which is quite unreasonable."

Upon hearing this.

The old man smiled.

"That’s reasonable."

Sensible person.

Imagination is a basic skill.

...

"What?"

Four hours later.

Just as dawn broke.

The European and American consortiums were confounded by a piece of news. Just recently, and just an hour before reaching the scheduled longitude, Ling’s airplane landed in Tokyo, Japan, citing airframe malfunction.

"Malfunction?"

"Could it be something was discovered?"

"Impossible."

"Exactly, the hidden port is very discrete; onboard equipment can’t detect anything abnormal, and before execution, it won’t affect normal flight in any way," said the technology provider confidently.

They refused to take blame.

"Is that so?"

"Absolutely."

"Perhaps there’s an exception?"

"Impossible."

"Nothing is impossible."

"You..."

The verbal jousting was also their everyday pastime.

"Since this incident has already occurred, let’s find a way to solve it; whether it’s a malfunction or someone leaked information, we can’t completely confirm yet, let’s first investigate its post-takeoff communication."

"Alright."

"That’s all we can do."

"..."

Half an hour later.

After thoroughly investigating radio frequency surveillance.

Nothing was discovered.

"Then it might just be an accident."

"Probably."

"A leak would not benefit us."

"Hmm hmm,"

"..."

Fortunately.

They have a contingency plan, but at this moment within the consortium, differing opinions have arisen.

"Regarding the previous attack, I believe it is directly related to Ling; if he dies, the clue breaks. I believe the second stage plan can be abandoned, he still has value."

The old man spoke.

The reasoning was solid.

"What do you mean?"

"The truth."

"I only want to know the truth; you didn’t get attacked, it’s none of your business. I, however, got hit at my doorstep; if the police hadn’t come, I would have been in danger." The old man was agitated.

That expression.

Definitely a talented performer.

"Uh!"

That reason.

Everyone could accept it considering it’s reality; someone got attacked at their doorstep, after investigating for a long time, no clue was found, the operation failed, reputation and pride completely lost, it’s normal to be agitated.

Looking at it from another angle.

If it were them.

They’d likely want to keep this breakthrough too.

But.

Giving up a long-planned scheme isn’t easy.

"What do you think?"

"Continue."

"I think we should reconsider; this second target encountered issues, still couldn’t expose that hidden power, and such a huge variable appeared, long-term planning is needed."

"Agreed."

"I still think we should act, then slowly investigate."

"..."

Within the consortium.

Previously there was unanimous agreement just because the interests aligned, but now there’s division, some neutral parties begin to waver, for a time, the voices of support and opposition were about equal.

And this.

Based on the old man’s experience.

Eventually.

"Since the division is so large, let’s pause."

Ha.

The old man laughed.

This is the effect he wanted, because this is an informal vote, and in such discussions, if they reach a standstill between opposing sides, the final result is to abandon it, especially when there are future opportunities.

Ling.

Position unique.

If invited.

The future would offer many chances, as long as he goes abroad it’ll be possible, never forget, the United States’ military bases are globally scattered, if they truly wanted to strike, opportunities abound; abandoning this time isn’t unacceptable.

...

"Tasty."

"This dish tastes good."

"So crowded."

"..."

Waking up.

Washing up.

Gitti and others arrived at the cafeteria; at this moment, the cafeteria was full of people. Looking around, about a thousand, all wearing unified ’prison uniforms’, and not to mention, the quality and style of these clothes were quite decent.

Of course.

For those who pursue individuality, they’d likely cry; matching clothes, and matching with a thousand or so people. Gitti ate her food, observing the surroundings, she even recognized some people she’d seen in documents.

Assassins.

Underworld Forces leaders.

Scientists.

She had a good memory, recognizing quite a few people, but no one recognized her, leaving Gitti surprised about what it all meant; why were these people captured, many unrelated.

After eating.

Everyone lined up.

Ten per group, sixty per team, began counting numbers, Gitti as the group leader, while the team leader was one of the three instructors from last time. After lining up, they headed toward the enclosure wall’s exit.

"What’s outside?"

This was a curiosity among all new heavy-handed recruits.

"We’re all elites; escaping the prison shouldn’t be hard."

Such thoughts.

Echoed in their minds.

Beside them.

The veterans didn’t speak, just looked at them oddly; prison break? They wanted to too, thought for a long time, but now, have completely given up, escaping these monsters’ prison, was just overthinking.

Soon.

Reached the exit.

"Creak creak creak!"

The huge gate opened, everyone walked out, and suddenly, Gitti wasn’t feeling good. Outside the enclosure wall, the farmland slanted upwards in neat partitions, lush and green, growing quite well.

However.

In the distance.

The end of the farmland was still surrounded by an enclosure wall, same height around ten floors, vertical, smooth.

"..."

The newcomers were collectively speechless.

Such high walls, how could they escape? Climb? Joking, even if stacked as human towers, couldn’t reach that height, even if possible, how to get down the other side? Jump?

What nonsense.