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Chapter 639 Intelligence Auction! (Second Update!)
This word of concern completely suppressed the excitement in Dmitry's heart.

He dragged his mouse to the website's backend to see who had replied to the messages and who had logged into the website and viewed its information.

In just a short while, the number of people in the backstage area jumped from 22 to 25.

Then I looked at these names again.

The names of globally renowned families and large corporations are all present; they are all household names.

The Koch family, the Republican Party's top donor...

George Soros, the Democratic Party's top donor...

These families wielded enough influence in America to pressure Republican and Democratic lawmakers at all levels to take action against her within the political arena.
Damn it, how could they be so brain-dead and start an auction?

The thought that he would be killed and skinned alive by these families in the near future made Dmitri feel a chill.

He turned to Navarro and asked, "What do we do?"

"Whatever!" Navarro was also very troubled, because according to his rational calculations, the heads of these big families were basically people from the same era, and they were getting old and were gradually transferring their power.

At this time, there is a piece of news that some people will buy it and some people will not.

If there are 10 spots available, and he can manage to get 5 by the time the auction starts, he'll be very lucky. If he can get all 10, he'll be celebrating with great fanfare.

But now...

His gaze fell on the computer screen, and in the short time he was thinking, the number of people who had signed up jumped up again.

Furthermore, several of their names share the same surname.

After staring at those names for a while, he felt like he had a juicy story in the air. But juicy stories aside, his main task now was to figure out how to deal with these guys.

this moment.

He deeply regretted listening to Dmitry and getting involved in the competition...

Before he could finish thinking, his gaze fell on the computer screen. He was the auctioneer, and all the other registrants were participating anonymously.

Since they don't know who is who, the auction can continue, but each person will be assigned to one auction.

At that time, the wealthy bidders will bid in front, and I will raise the price from behind. Once the price is right, I will withdraw from the bidding, allowing the wealthy bidders to get what they want.

This way, I can control prices, ensure that every wealthy person gets something, and avoid offending them. I'm truly a genius.

He raised his hand and slapped his forehead hard, then immediately picked up the phone and assigned the task to the CIA's cybersecurity department.

For those in cybersecurity departments, creating such a small program plugin is a piece of cake.

After giving the order, he turned to Dmitri and said:
"solved!"

His proposal opened Dmitry's eyes, and he gave it a thumbs-up. Turning the computer screen towards himself, Dmitry said:

"The only thing we need to pay attention to is the highest price these wealthy people have in mind. What do you think it is?"

Before he could finish speaking, he held up two fingers in front of Dmitry:

"Two million US dollars. Anyway, we're bidding against those rich people using our own AI program, so it doesn't matter if we win the bid."

"As long as the two of us handle things well and then share some of the money, the others will just pretend they don't know anything."

Dmitri rolled his eyes and realized that Navarro's plan was perfect. Since it involved both humans and machines and was free, he nodded and said, "Okay!"

"I'll make the arrangements!"

With the plan finalized, Dmitry began making arrangements in earnest.

Meanwhile, the wealthy individuals who were prepared were also waiting for the so-called auction to begin.

…………

In Kansas, Charles sat in front of his computer, his eyes fixed on the countdown on the screen. When he noticed that the countdown was moving very slowly, he turned to look at his elderly father beside him.

The old father's health has deteriorated significantly. At this moment, he is slumped over in his wheelchair, fast asleep.

Weiss wasn't there; if he had, he would have noticed that Charles's gaze toward Alna was slightly off.

After staring at his elderly father for a while, Charles turned around and noticed that there were only three minutes left on the computer screen. He quickly reached out and woke his father up.
"Father, wake up! The countdown is over!"

Alna slowly awoke, and just as he was regaining consciousness, the countdown on the computer screen reached zero. His right hand, with a speed defying his physical limitations, rose and pointed at the countdown on the screen.
"Hurry up, it's starting!"

The countdown has reached zero, and a number has replaced it.

$1!

Seeing such a price, the two were not surprised. Truly good items, even if they start at a penny, can eventually fetch a very high price.

Even if a useless product is priced high, no one will bid for it.

And reality unfolded exactly as they expected: the one-dollar price lasted only two seconds, then skyrocketed, spinning wildly—5, 10, 15, 20…

In just a few breaths, it reached 100 million, and when it reached 120 million, the rate at which the price increased slowly slowed down.

At 135 million, the price rollover time slowed down significantly, taking a full minute to jump from 135 million to 140 million.

Charles was about to raise the price when Alna raised his hand to stop him: "Don't rush, this is just intelligence information. $140 million is already a very high price. If it's just the intelligence they released, $140 million is already too much."

"But if they have more information later, then the price can be increased a little more."

"Don't rush. If I'm not mistaken, they'll definitely release some information once they see prices are cooling down."

"And there are 10 spots in total, so you don't need to add that many at once."

Charles's excitement was contained by Alner at this moment. He put his hands on his thighs, about to rub them, but halfway through, he suddenly remembered his father's instructions and quickly put his hands down.

As he adjusted his movements, the price jumped up again, reaching 155 million.

The price then stopped at that point and remained completely still.

After waiting for five or six minutes, the price still hadn't changed, and the price display on the screen switched to several images.

In the faded color photographs, some doctors are performing surgery on patients, some are adjusting medications, and others are training.

When Charles and Alner saw the man in the photo, with one hand holding a large sack full of sand, both of them couldn't help but smile.

Those who are direct descendants of the Koch family and wish to join Koch Industries must learn at the grassroots level.

Koch Industries' core business is the petrochemical industry. In the petrochemical industry, you can easily see large sacks like these. If these large sacks are filled with sand and gravel, one sack can weigh 200 kilograms.

If you put other things in it, a bag can weigh over 100 kilograms.

Two burlap sacks like that are nothing to a professionally trained weightlifter. But who is the person in the photo? A seemingly ordinary person.

Aside from being relatively tall, he's nothing special.

But even someone like this can carry a 100-kilogram bag in one hand, and judging from the state of his bag, it is full.

What kind of person can do this? The answer is naturally a person who has undergone transformation.

Having figured this out, Alner struggled to his feet from his wheelchair and took a shaky step forward. Hearing the noise, Charles quickly helped his elderly father up and then protected him as they slowly approached the photo on the computer screen.

Alna's fingers slowly traced the image on the photograph, a series of booming sounds escaping his throat. "This is it, this strong body, I want this one!"

Just as his finger brushed across the photo for the second time, the photo disappeared, replaced by the previously vanished quote.

After reappearing, the auction price on the screen jumped from 155 million to 170 million.

Then it jumped to 175 million, and after a few more jumps, it reached 210 million.

After jumping to this number, another message popped up on the screen:
[Attention all bidders: The top 10 bidders are the successful bidders. Therefore, please do not keep raising your bids; just focus on securing a place in the top 10.]

After the notification popped up, the price jumped up again to 230 million. At this point, the price stopped fluctuating, and Alna finally spoke up: "Upgrade, 250 million!"

Following his voice, Charles clicked the mouse four times in a row, raising the price from 230 million to 250 million. After the price reached 250 million, no one raised the price anymore.

After waiting a while, a countdown timer appeared above the price of 250 million.

30-second countdown.

As time began to reset to zero, Charles's fist slowly clenched. Alna noticed his movement and whispered a reminder:
"Don't clench your fists, relax, you must relax!"

"Don't let anyone see your emotions!"

The 30-second countdown quickly reached zero, and the highest price was Arna's offer of 250 million.

The countdown ended, followed by a string of compliments popping up.

[Congratulations to customer number 21 for winning the bid for the relevant intelligence at a price of 250 million. The relevant intelligence data will arrive in your email account immediately after you make the payment. Please check your inbox.]

Below the prompt is the corresponding bank account, a Swiss bank account. You can check it, but it's unnecessary.

$250 million was not a large sum of money for Koch Industries or for Alna. He had Weiss bring a computer, and the transfer was quickly approved and the $250 million was transferred.

Less than five minutes after the call, Charles received an encrypted email package in his inbox.

Upon opening the encrypted email package, more photos and videos appeared before Alna and his companion.

The two eagerly opened the photos, while the professionals Charles brought along carefully studied them and translated their contents.

Two hours later, when the professionals had finished translating all the contents of the photos and presented them to Alna and the others, the father and son were completely stunned.

It was only then that they realized that the photos shown on the website earlier hadn't captured faces clearly due to the shooting angle. Now, with clear faces in the photos, and combined with the information they had, they discovered something that really bothered them.

That's why this information points all the attention to China, to the people in the photos.

They're damn Chinese!
This is not good news.

That country is different from other countries in the world; their influence there is not great, or even almost non-existent.

Aside from not being able to use their own influence, what they want is very likely in the hands of the Chinese military.

Given the customs of the Chinese people, they would absolutely never bring out something like this.

At that moment, Alna pulled out all the videos he had just received, as well as all the previous videos, and watched them again from beginning to end.

After reading it, he felt even more desperate.

If this were in another country, even America, upon learning of its existence, he would have dared to inquire about its whereabouts and then hire a team of mercenaries to steal it.

However, in China, especially in a base with so many super soldiers, sending mercenaries to rob it would be like throwing an egg against a rock.

You can't say you're hitting a rock with an egg; you should say you're hitting a rock with egg white.

Their mercenaries might not even see anything, or even be able to break through the gate, before they are all killed.

Thinking of this possibility, Alna slumped back into his wheelchair, feeling the tension that had been hanging over him slowly dissipate.

Upon seeing this, Charles immediately rushed over and hugged his elderly father, then frantically shook Alner in his arms.
"Father, don't scare me!"

His son's actions brought Alner's anger back to its peak. With all his might, he slapped Charles's hand away and shouted:
"You're shaking me to death!"

"Let go!"

"My father has come back to life," Charles thought, quickly concealing the disappointment in his eyes, and said in a low voice:
"Father, our money has gone down the drain."

Just as he came to his senses, Alna felt his mind was working exceptionally well. He frowned and whispered:

"It's not that complicated. If we can't use forceful methods, then we'll use gentle methods."

"China is developing rapidly in recent years, so we can invest in their country."

"Use the investment to buy some medicines."

"If they can produce super soldiers in such large quantities, then they shouldn't mind having one or two more of us."

“Look at that strong body. If we had such a strong body, we could live at least 10 years longer.”

"I think it's very appropriate to exchange two or three hundred million US dollars for ten years of time."

"You need to hurry up and handle this. You must get to an agreement with the other party as soon as possible before anyone else does."

"Go!"

“Okay!” Charles nodded, turned around and gave Weiss a few instructions, leaving his men behind, and left with only a secretary and a bodyguard.

After stepping out of the villa, the sunlight shone on his face, but it did not dispel the gloom on his face.

He glanced back at the people in the room, sighed, and turned to leave.

In this round of auctions, in addition to local American tycoons, there were also tycoons from Europe, the Middle East, and Africa.

The Saudi royal family, which has always been famous on the list of the richest people, is naturally also on the list.

Naturally, they also participated in this auction.

Upon receiving the documents, Sayed felt something was amiss.

He felt like he had been cheated!

(End of this chapter)