Just as Jiang Chen said, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Ghost Agents had been helping the Russian Security Service transport weapons and equipment to the opposition in Frankberg for almost a year, but until now, they had not found the right opportunity to use these weapons. Whether it was the insurgents or the Russian intelligence personnel, they were waiting for an opportunity to bring down the Rothschild family.
And now, the opportunity had appeared.
"Former researchers at the Rothschild Bank's research institute revealed that illegal research is suspected of human experimentation and brainwashing."
"Frankberg Chancellor Peter is controlled by a mysterious organization? The Untold Story of Freemasonry and European Integration. "
"European Media Collective Silence, Poor People Living in Lies."
"This is bullsh * t! Since when did the New York Times start to participate in these irrelevant reports. "
Carmen slammed the newspaper on the table and rubbed his chin with his hand. Through the haze in his pupils, it was clear that he was not in a good mood at the moment.
It was true that the research institute of the Golden Apple Project was researching brainwashing technology, but in all honesty, he did not use the brainwashing technology on those politicians. Of course, if the brain experts under him could achieve a 100% success rate, he would not mind doing so. But if they could not achieve a 100% success rate, just explaining where the missing public figures went would be a headache for him.
Standing in front of Carmen's desk, his secretary hesitated and reported.
"The news was uploaded by the news channel of Future 1.0. At first, the relevant reports only spread on the Internet, and then they were reprinted by print media. Not only the New York Times, but the global media are now reporting news related to the research report. Now the entrance of our institute has been surrounded by protesters, demanding that the institute be opened to reveal the truth. Some radical protesters even threw bricks and Molotov cocktails into the door, and the research has come to a standstill … "
"Take a company of people there and bring our new equipment. I require all the security guards there to be the best of our mercenary company. " Carmen looked at Johnson, who was standing beside him, and said in a low voice, "Your only mission is to guard the research institute. If anyone tries to break into private property, shoot them!"
"Yes." Johnson saluted.
"With all due respect, this is not the best choice …" The secretary was going to say something, but Carmen's eyes made him stop. He had to take two steps back. "Okay, if that is your intention."
After bowing respectfully, the secretary turned and left the office.
The office quieted down again. After Carmen pondered for a long time, he looked at Johnson again.
"The traitor's identity has been confirmed?"
"Steven Radneck, researcher of the 7th Research Institute of the Golden Apple Mass Production Project. His identity has been locked," Johnson said as he stood next to the desk.
"Where is he now?" Carmen said with a gloomy face.
"In Xin."
"What about his family?"
"Before he left the country, he moved to Russia. Now he's probably reunited with him in Xin."
Carmen leaned back in her chair and fell into silence.
The Freemasonry's influence in Xin was almost non-existent. It wasn't impossible to kill someone there, but the effort and the return were completely disproportionate. Even if he killed Steven, he would not be able to change the current scandal. Instead, it might be used by some people as material for the next step of hype.
At this moment, the phone on the table vibrated.
After the phone vibrated for three seconds, Carmen reached for the phone, pressed the answer button, and put it to his ear. He didn't need to look at the caller to know that the call must be from Peter.
"God … What did you do? What is going on with human experiments? That's not what you told me … "
"They are all refugees, and they are refugees without household registration. Now, put away your hypocritical sympathy, Mr. Petri. Instead of complaining to me about this, it's better to calm down and think about what to do now to avoid this scandal. "
"Hey, wait, buddy, the news said that you are conducting brainwashing experiments …"
"What, Mr. Peter, do you want to be a volunteer in the laboratory?" Carmen smiled sinisterly, and Peter quickly shut his mouth.
"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask. You'd better use your brain before you ask. If I really planned to brainwash you, would you still call me with this tone? "
After Carmen cursed, he hung up the phone and threw it back on the table.
…
In the mountains of southern Bavaria, Germany, this was the border between Germany and Austria. In the depths of the uninhabited forest, there was a small wooden house that seemed to have been abandoned for a long time, but at this moment, it was filled with people.
The smell of burning tobacco covered the musty smell of rotten wood. Polished automatic rifles and ammunition were piled up in the corner and next to the table. On the wooden table that had begun to grow mushrooms, there were two maps. One was a traffic map of Bavaria, and the other was a blueprint of a research institute.
"This is the plan." The Germanic leader held a marker in his hand and drew symbols such as ABCD on the map. At the same time, he used lines and arrows to mark the route of action. "There will be a sniper to support us, but we have to rely on ourselves to enter the facility."
"What about the security system? If they lock the door of the research institute from the inside, we can't carry enough explosives to blow it up, "a German with a beard said.
"Use this." The Germanic leader took out a USB flash drive from his pocket. "There will be a hacker remotely assisting us in our operation. As long as we plug it into the computer in the guard room, their security system will be ours. "
"Can't they get me some decent drones? For example, the one that appeared on the battlefield in Ukraine that can carry guns at the bottom. " Playing with the Beta-3 drone in his hand, a rebel soldier couldn't help but complain.
Among all the drone export models of Future Heavy Industries, only the Beta-3 drone had the widest export range. However, it was a civilian-grade drone after all. If they wanted to use it for military purposes, it must undergo a certain degree of modification.
"Be content. This is our country. You can't expect others to do all our obligations."
After that, the leader patted the map on the table, looked around at the soldiers present, and said in a serious tone.
"Brothers, we have been waiting for this day for almost a year."
"Tomorrow we will set foot on the battlefield. I hope you haven't forgotten the training you received abroad."
"I won't say more. Tomorrow we will fire the first shot of this war. People will be injured, people will be sacrificed, and we will have to fight against our compatriots. But no matter what happens, I hope you will always remember not to forget our mission. "
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