Chapter 1661
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"Sir, we found someone on the Lake Pontchartrain bridge. He's moving here."
Demi picked up the binoculars.
It was night, but Demi's binoculars were military and had night vision.
Seeing the people on the bridge, Demi was unhappy.
"F * ck, he's not dead."
The person Demi saw was none other than Chen Zhao.
It was Chen Zhao.
Chen Zhao's clothes were all torn.
Chen Zhao also had lingering fear.
If not for that sense of danger …
Chen Zhao would probably be heavily injured now.
Even so, Chen Zhao was still injured.
The explosion just now was too sudden.
It was too intense.
The terrifying power was completely unimaginable.
The entire artificial island had disappeared.
To some extent, the explosion was even more destructive than Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
The two nuclear bombs had exploded in the sky.
So, the center of the explosion was actually in the sky.
The real damage to Hiroshima and Nagasaki was the shockwave and the decades of nuclear pollution that followed.
But the explosion had come from underground.
Chen Zhao was basically standing in the center of the explosion.
It was easy to imagine how good it felt.
Anyway, Chen Zhao felt like he was ascending to heaven.
But this also tested the upper limit of Chen Zhao's resistance.
This explosion was almost Chen Zhao's upper limit.
Just then, a few military vehicles came over.
Demi jumped down from the car.
She looked at Chen Zhao with a complicated expression.
On one hand, she wanted to know more about the artificial island from Chen Zhao.
On the other hand, she felt pity that Chen Zhao didn't die on the island.
"Tell me what happened just now," Demi said, looking at Chen Zhao.
"You're asking me what happened?"
Demi asked, looking at Chen Zhao. "You're asking me what happened? I'm asking you why there was such a huge explosion. If I was at the center of the explosion, I'd be a piece of meat now." Chen Zhao was furious.
"Where are my people?"
"You think your people can survive?" Chen Zhao sneered.
Like him, they were all at the center of the explosion.
Chen Zhao could survive because he was thick-skinned.
How could those people survive?
"How did you survive?"
"Because I'd already left the artificial island."
"Why did you leave?"
"Of course. The problem's solved. Why should I stay on the island?"
This incident was obviously done by the mastermind behind the scenes.
He was the evidence that wanted to destroy everything.
But even Chen Zhao had to admit that he'd lost to such a big deal.
Although Lake Pontchartrain was not the center of the city.
However, due to its geographical location, the explosion at Lake Pontchartrain was too conspicuous.
The people on both sides of the river were not blind.
Demi looked at the furious Chen Zhao.
She wanted to ask a few more questions.
But Chen Zhao was extremely uncooperative.
It was impossible for him to ask any more questions.
Chen Zhao was in a bad mood. He pulled the driver out of the car and threw him on the ground. Then he drove away.
Chen Zhao felt that he had suffered a great loss.
He almost lost his life for 20 million USD.
Even if he did nothing and lay at home for ten days, he could earn 20 million USD.
As expected, the military's employment was a scam.
No matter what, he would never accept employment from the military again.
Chen Zhao returned to the hotel dejectedly.
Because of his disheveled appearance, he was stopped by the hotel lobby manager.
If they weren't in public, Chen Zhao really wanted to beat him up so badly that even his mother wouldn't recognize him.
…
The next day —
Knock, knock, knock —
"Come in." Portia and Demi walked into Chen Zhao's room.
Chen Zhao was still exercising in the morning.
Portia looked like she had nothing left to live for.
"Mr. Chen, I want to know what happened last night."
"I don't know anything," Chen Zhao said, annoyed. "Don't ask me."
Ever since the explosion on the artificial island, Demi had been having a headache.
The impact of this incident was too great.
Even the White Palace said this morning that it was the work of terrorists.
As for which organization it was, the White Palace said that they were still investigating.
If the White Palace didn't know who did it, they had to ask someone who did.
Demi was undoubtedly the most likely to know.
After all, she was in charge of this operation.
But honestly, Demi didn't know either.
She felt that Chen Zhao might know.
Or he might have some clues.
Even if she couldn't live under the same sky as Chen Zhao, she had to contact him now.
She asked about what happened last night.
"Mr. Chen, this is your duty. Don't forget that you're hired by the military."
"I only promised to help you solve your problems. When did I promise to answer your questions?" Chen Zhao asked casually as he ran on the treadmill.
"Then how do we know if Mr. Chen did anything?"
"Forget it. Portia, go and order me breakfast. It's the same as yesterday."
Portia also knew that Chen Zhao was purposely sending her away.
"Here's what happened last night."
Chen Zhao started to explain the general situation.
Of course, he didn't include some information.
For example, Chen Zhao had the hard drive of the surveillance and the conflict between him and the commando team.
Demi sighed. She could more or less tell whether Chen Zhao was telling the truth or not.
Chen Zhao might not have told the whole truth, but most of it was probably true.
As for the close cooperation with the commando team that Chen Zhao said …
She definitely didn't believe it.
The only thing she was sure of was that Chen Zhao really didn't know who the mastermind was.
"Okay, then I'll leave first." Demi glanced at Chen Zhao one last time, her eyes filled with viciousness. "I hope we can work together again."
"There's definitely no chance. I'll never work with you," Chen Zhao roared. "Get out of my room right now!"
Demi's lips curled into a smile.
It was rare to see Chen Zhao lose his composure like this.
He's not bad.
Unfortunately, why didn't he die in the explosion last night?
What a pity.
Demi could only entertain herself now.
Because she knew very well.
When she returned, she knew what kind of blame she would face.
A while later, Portia returned to Chen Zhao's room.
"Boss, what exactly happened between you and Miss Demi?"
"It's none of your business," Chen Zhao said in a bad mood. "Don't ask what you shouldn't. Knowing too much won't do you any good."
Breakfast was here. Chen Zhao treated the food as his enemies.
Even Portia could feel that her boss's temper wasn't ordinary today.
Chen Zhao thought of Sam and Vicari. He picked up the phone and called Sam.
"Sam, did you and Vicari find anything last night?"
"No, sir."
"Fine, come to the hotel," Chen Zhao said unhappily.
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