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Chapter 637 Making Money! (Third Update!)

In Shanghai, Lin Yi is disassembling and repackaging the data.

Before I finished my work, my phone rang. It was Ji Shuangshuang calling.

When the call connected, Ji Shuangshuang's murderous voice came through:

"Another $800 million has appeared in the overseas company's account. Can you tell me where this $800 million came from?"

Is there a contract?

Ji Shuangshuang emphasized the word "contract," and Lin Yi, who was busy at work, froze at that moment.

How do you say this?
There's definitely no contract, and the money came from Dmitry, which means from the CIA. The other party certainly didn't use official channels to pay this money, so it's impossible for me to use official channels to submit the contract.

He chuckled awkwardly twice, then quickly tried to comfort her: "Honey, you can do it! You're the best! You can definitely balance the bill!"

After saying that, he quickly took the phone away from his ear, and the next second, Ji Shuangshuang's elegant voice came through:

"Lin Yi, you're dead if you come back!"

Amidst the roar, Ji Shuangshuang hung up the phone, and Lin Yi tossed the phone aside and continued packing the documents to be sent to Dmitry.

Shortly after, the information was sent out, along with an emoji to the person on the other end.

…………

After the money was transferred to Virginia, Dmitry kept refreshing his email. He was afraid that the person on the other end was lying to him, but at the same time, he was also afraid that the person on the other end wasn't lying to him.

If you lie to him, it means the other person is cowardly; if they're cowardly, it means they don't have the skill.

If we don't lie to him, it means that the other country has mastered a brand new technology and may be able to use it to surpass America.

He couldn't imagine what would happen when America's technology was no longer cutting-edge.

At that time, those peasants from South America and those guys from Europe will surely pounce on America like hyenas and devour her.

With these strange feelings, Dmitri opened several email packages and transferred the data inside to his computer desktop.

They opened them one by one and read them together with Navarro.

Because the photos in the email package had serial numbers, the two easily found the report letter. They started from that report letter and gradually flipped through the subsequent documents.

Following this report, a research institute numbered 28256 was quietly established. At the same time, some well-known medical and biological research experts in China also went into hiding.

The following photos are some research records and surgical records.

After reviewing the research and surgical records, new photos appeared that completely captivated Dmitri and Navarro's attention.

Because this is a group photo!

The color photos have started to fade due to technical issues, and the faces of the people in the photos are barely discernible.

However, the blackboard in front of this group of people also helped them solve the problem of their names.

[A group photo of all staff members of Institute 28256 – April 9, 1992]

[Wang Jun...]

There were over thirty names arranged on the blackboard according to the positions of these people. Some of the names also had their corresponding job titles in front of them.

Navarro pointed to the photo: "Bring out this photo, and then I'll have someone check the people in it."

Dmitry extracted the photo and sent it to Navarro's email address. Navarro then used his mobile phone to issue the relevant orders to various departments within the CIA.

The CIA, this massive intelligence agency, began to operate at full speed at this moment.

After the order was given, Navarro's attention returned to the photograph.

He was looking at the names just now, and now he's looking at the people's clothing and the few photos that show the location of the research institute.

These people were dressed simply, in green military overcoats and thick, fluffy hats with droopy ear flaps.

Apart from a face being visible, nothing else can be seen.

He slowly slid his finger across the screen, paying close attention to the details.

Finally, he stopped at the bottom right corner of the photo, at the hand of a person whose name was labeled He Yuanhua, because the person was holding a small twig.

The branches are only a dozen centimeters long.

It's very inconspicuous. Even when the photo is faded, if you don't pay attention or zoom in, you might not even think it's a flower. You might just think it's a color stain caused by the photo being stored for too long.

Navarro's actions naturally caught Dmitri's attention. He zoomed in on the screen, stared at it for a moment, and asked:
"This looks like a flower? China's territory is a little smaller than ours, but they have many kinds of flowers. You can't tell anything about this one."

“No! I can tell!” Navarro shook his head slightly, took the mouse, zoomed in on the image, and pointed to the branch, saying:

"This branch has thorns. When normal people take photos, especially group photos, if there are flowers and plants, they will definitely take photos of the flowers and plants."

"The fact that the other party chose this item can only mean one thing: there are no other flowers or plants in this area, only this item."

"Let's take a look at these people's clothes!"

"You're probably familiar with this thick green coat; it's very heavy and has a fur collar, and their hats even have ear flaps."

"By April 9, most parts of China had warmed up, at least south of the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers, where people didn't need to wear such thick clothes."

"And at this time of year, the places where such clothing is required are basically high-latitude, high-altitude regions north of 40 degrees north latitude."

"With this clue, let's turn our attention to this plant."

"The leaves are very small, and the leaves are also quite thick, which means that this thing cannot grow in a place with sufficient rainfall."

"Then we can basically conclude that their current location is west and north of the 400 mm precipitation line in China."

"From here, the area has shrunk considerably."

After saying all that in one breath, Navarro sat up straight, stretched, and continued looking at the photos with the mouse.

While watching, I couldn't help but sigh, "It's a pity their photography skills aren't very good. Otherwise, we could have analyzed their approximate location by the time they took the photos and the angle of the light."

"By then, the location of this research institute..."

His words abruptly stopped as he flipped through the photos.

Because the address of this research institute is shown in the later photos.

[No. 15, Badeli Village, Geder Township, Arkel Town, Kunlun Mountains!]

This address, and the name of this research institute, Institute 28256, are clearly displayed in black lettering on a white signboard, prominently displayed on the wall.

In this photo, looking from the left side of the doorway, you can see exactly where the group photo from the previous one was taken. It confirms that the angle from which the previous photo was taken was inside this walled area.

Once Navarro understood this, his expression became very complicated. He had just been frantically analyzing the situation, but now, the other party was revealing their hand and directly hitting him with their own.

This……

This feeling... this feeling is extremely unpleasant. I am, after all, the director of the CIA. If I want something, I have to find out for myself. What kind of nonsense is it to just throw it at me?
So you had foresight?
Or am I just stupid?
Unlike him, Dmitry looked at the photograph from the side, finding it increasingly suspicious. After a long while, he turned and asked:
"Could this be a fake?"

Upon hearing him bring up the old story again, Navarro nodded his head.
"You have to remember, whether it's true or not is not important, what's important is whether those rich people are willing to pay for it!"

"We'll hand it over to our president; will he be willing to acknowledge it?"

As he spoke, he continued to flip through the photos.

As he flipped through the pages, his face darkened again.

Because the last few photos were taken in 07.

There is a photo, which is a panoramic photo.

The corners and edges they had just seen, especially the wall with the sign, had completely collapsed to the ground, and the sign itself lay broken and lying there.

Nearby, there were some people in work clothes, busy with the demolition.

The last photo is an aerial view of the entire site after it was demolished.

A scene of ruins.

In other words, the research institute no longer exists; it was demolished in 07.

Upon seeing this, Navarro couldn't help but curse aloud.

As the CIA director, he was naturally aware of the design logic behind those research institutes established by the Chinese.

Those classified research institutes are set up for life and never declassified, making it almost impossible for them to be dismantled.

If demolition occurs, it means that the research institute has completed its historical mission, or that the research results need to be transformed or moved to a different location.

Therefore, the research institute was demolished.

There are many such research institutes and factories in China.

If it's a large factory, he can send people to the local area to inquire and follow the clues to find out what's going on.

But this is a research institute.

Complete demolition means that the other party may change the name, and apart from those unimportant things, the rest will disappear completely and be completely hidden.

At this moment, he finally understood why Lin Yi said these things were unimportant, and he finally understood why such important information could be bought for $800 million.

Because it's not important at all!

Sighing and pressing his forehead, he said to Dmitri beside him:

"Send me a copy of these documents, and I'll go see our president."

"Then you package the videos that the Central Theater Command sent you, along with all these materials, together and send them to those few wealthy people who just want to live a few more days."

“They spend millions of dollars a year on food and medical care just to prolong their lives.”

“They’ll definitely care when they see this.”

"I'll send it to you now!" Dmitry packaged the Central Theater video and other materials, sent a copy to Navarro first, and then found the private email addresses of those cowardly rich people in the CIA database and sent them messages.

…………

In his seaside estate in Miami, Florida, Carl von Guttenberg sat in the sunroom, his gaze fixed intently on the bikini-clad women on the beach and the young people with them.

He dared not look away for a moment, for fear that if he did, he would never see such a vibrant scene again.

Just then, his butler rushed over and placed a laptop in front of him: "Sir, here is an email for you."

"The sender of the email is unknown, but the email says that they have something you need and that if you are willing to do the deal, you can give them this email address and reply with any character."

The butler's words made the few hairs on Karl's head tremble. He slowly raised his head, his zombie-like face facing the butler, his eyes flickering:
"Is it really necessary for you to come to me with this kind of news?"

The butler shook his head and opened the email. "When I first saw this email, my first instinct was to delete it."

"But the other party also sent something extra, so just to be on the safe side, I used a brand new computer to download the email to the computer."

"But the things inside are too shocking, so I brought them to you."

After a brief pause, the program the butler had opened was played in front of Karl.

A scene of battle.

A tall, imposing soldier, carrying a gun, weaved through the crowd, firing continuously.

These images made Carl's eyes twitch, and he then commented, "Which director made this war film?"

"You can get in touch with him, and I can represent Deutsche Bank to invest a sum of money in him."

"If his future works can maintain this level of realism, then I can guarantee that he will definitely have a place among the world's top directors in the next decade."

The butler shook his head and pointed to the screen, saying, "I just checked with the military. This footage was taken by Delta Force, a special forces team under America's Central Theater Command, during a hostage rescue mission in Pakistan. It's footage of a special forces team of unknown origin in combat."

"Take a good look at these people's equipment!"

"These pieces of equipment weigh at least several hundred kilograms, and look at the recoil of this gun, it's huge."

"The reason these people can withstand it is not only because of the exoskeleton they wear, but also because of their own physical qualities."

"Sir, do you know what this means?"

Carl von Guttenberg, born in 1920, lived through World War II and Germany's glorious postwar period. Because of his surname, he became a senior executive at Deutsche Bank.

With Deutsche Bank by its side, the Guttenberg family made investments around the world, becoming a globally renowned conglomerate.

They also became one of the few Junker noble families that did not disappear.

A few years earlier, Carl could still talk to others with a smile about the possibility of dying one day, but as death gradually approached, he became afraid.

He was no longer as composed as before, but had become extremely afraid of death.

In order to avoid dying too soon, he has tried everything he could in recent years.

But none of them had any effect.

But now, this video shows that there is something in this world that could allow him to live longer!
He absolutely has to get his hands on it!
(End of this chapter)