Since getting out of the car up until now, Kim's heart had been beating intensely. As a businessman going out alone with the boss to carry out a mission, this was the first time. Phone login: Wap.Txt6.Net.
“Don't be nervous.” The boss didn't even look at Kim beside him, yet he already knew what Kim was thinking.
Kim turned his head to look at the boss, took off his goggles, and removed his black coat. He was simply a perfect man—handsome and cold, looking to be around 30 years old. There was a faint glimmer of divine light in his eyes, and the confident smile at the corner of his mouth clearly belonged only to someone who had weathered countless storms. Wearing a black suit, his seemingly ordinary figure appeared incredibly mysterious; no one knew just how much energy it contained.
“Hmm, I'm just imagining what might happen later.”
“Nothing to imagine—it's just something we've experienced hundreds of times.”
“Hmm.” Kim responded affirmatively, but he distinctly felt that this mission was going to be problematic. After saying this, Kim lowered his head and remained silent, focusing on walking. To be honest, walking on this path required full attention. This seemed to be the mid-mountain area, with extremely steep terrain; no one would ever think that a secret research institute could exist in such a place.
The boss seemed to notice Kim's thoughts and chuckled, “You're overthinking it, Kim. This research institute isn't secret at all.”
“Ah!”
Seeing Kim's shocked expression, the boss really wanted to laugh. That slightly youthful face clearly said, “Who are you trying to fool…” But since they were on a mission, the boss didn't want to joke around and explained, “The reason we're coming here is just to enter through the back door.”
“Back door…” Kim suddenly understood. Generally, high-level research institutes or secret military factories built under the cover of places like museums have a “back door,” also called the so-called “back entrance.” This is actually a secret passage; the entrance is usually in an inconspicuous place, and those who enter are generals, marshals, or other high-ranking officials. Of course, sometimes it can also serve as an emergency escape route.
“But why? Right now, we're just businessmen. We could easily enter through the front!”
“However, this back door is specifically reserved for businessmen. R.E.The X Research Institute outwardly works for the government, but in reality, the use of the latest developed weapons depends on who offers a higher price, the government or terrorist organizations. Therefore, to ensure the safety of all representatives, also called 'merchants,' R.E.X. created an almost perfect set of rules—the use of backdoors is one of them.” ????“If that's really the case, then why doesn't the government send troops to destroy it? Even just as a threat would be enough!” After saying this, Kim intuitively felt that he had asked another stupid question, but it was already out there, too late. Hopefully, the BOSs can give me a stupid answer… ????“Many terrorist organizations order technological equipment from R.E.X. For example, the Phoenix Warriors, who have been able to hold on this long thanks to R.E.X.'s help, and R.E.X. has been able to continuously develop precisely because it has long been selling almost astronomically priced high-tech weapons.” ????“But…but,” Kim was very confused, “what does that have to do with my question…ah! So they protect R.E.X. to deter the government! The terrorist organizations and them are complementary!” ????“Correct, and that is also one of the reasons we use backdoors. Up ahead are many of our old friends.” ????-----------------------------------separator------------------------------------ ????Blunt was stunned by the news he just heard: “What did you say? The plan isn't yours? What do you mean?” ????“Two months ago, a man in black gave me this plan, telling me it would bring me rebirth, and promised that after completion, he would pay our research institute (actually just himself) 500 million pounds.” ????Ms. Blunt braced herself on the table as if she was about to collapse, “So…so that's how it is…then…how many days until he collects the goods?” One day, just one day, and I can contact those wealthy warlords, and then not just 500 million, even 5 billion wouldn't be a problem! ????The man replied a bit awkwardly: “Today.” ????For Ms. Blunt, his words were like a bolt from the blue: “Then why didn't you tell me earlier!” Right now, contacting him was the only option, hopefully he would be interested in this damn medicine! But Ms. Blunt didn't have time to think further, as a rapid “beep, beep” came from the communicator. She reluctantly pressed the button: ????"Dear Ms. Blunt, you have two guests visiting, and they will arrive in three minutes. Please be prepared." A mechanical computer-like female voice came from the communicator. Without a doubt, these were the two people providing the plan. I want to see just how impressive they really are! "Hello, Ms. Blunt, hello Mr. Kill, I am sent by Universal Resources Corporation. You can call me Anderson (just one of thousands of aliases), and this is my colleague, Kim (just a randomly chosen name)." "Hello, Mr. Anderson." Director Blunt spoke politely, but her eyes kept scanning the person's gaze. Not so impressive after all! I thought they would be more powerful! Instantly, Blunt began to look down on the two in front of her. "Hello." Kill, in the wheelchair, extended his hand. Seeing the boss bend down to shake Kill's hand, Kim felt a twinge of nervousness. What was the boss going to do? Cut the disabled man's delicate neck with a hidden blade in his hand? Or calm and slowly pull out a gun to shoot? Three seconds passed. The air seemed to freeze. Kim felt a sense of suffocation. Nothing happened. The boss didn't kill him! Such a clear target, such a favorable moment, yet the boss simply smiled, straightened up, and withdrew his hand, with no hint of murderous intent in his eyes, only a shrewd, businesslike intelligence. "Hehe, Mr. Kill, are you prepared with what we need?" Kim smiled at the man sitting in the wheelchair. "Well, um…" Suddenly, Kill noticed Blunt shaking her head with barely a noticeable movement. What is this woman trying to do? Thinking this, Kill said, "Well... actually, we just need a little more." "Oh, really?" The boss raised an eyebrow slightly. "I suppose you think the price isn't enough?" On the side, Kim immediately understood: "Feel free to say how much you want, don't be shy. Our Universal Resources Corporation has been a long-time client." Although he said this, Kim was very puzzled. Was the boss stalling? What was he waiting for? What exactly is our target? "Hehe, Mr. Kim, you're joking. It's our honor to serve Universal Resources Corporation, we wouldn't dare talk about price. However, someone else also wants to buy this technology, so we are in a difficult position."Bronte looked at the two God of Wealth statues in front of him and chuckled to himself, thinking: This time I've really hit the jackpot!
