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Chapter 666 The Return of the Dead! (Second Update!)
America, District of Columbia, White House.

Barack leaned against the window, listening to the phone call with a gloomy expression. Although the person on the other end was his sugar daddy, the fact that he was being called in the middle of the night at such an inconvenient time still annoyed him.

Fortunately, his face was dark, so it was impossible to tell what his emotions were.

After listening to the person on the other end of the phone ramble on, he turned around, walked to the wardrobe, took out his clothes, changed, and continued making the call as he walked out.

Call Navarro.

Forty minutes later, in the president's office, Barack placed his phone on the table and pressed the play button for the recording:

"Something went wrong on Adria's side. For some reason, the Chinese side released him."

“He asked me to arrest his son, but that’s not important. What’s important is that I suspect he has something on him.”

Navarro is a smart man; in an instant, he understood what Barack was trying to say.

If China releases people, there will definitely be a series of safeguards in place, and among these safeguards, there is a high possibility that gene enhancement drugs will be involved.

Taking blood from Adria for testing and obtaining direct gene-enhancing drugs are two different things.

Having a bottle of the original drug will make subsequent research much easier.

But he didn't answer immediately. Instead, he frowned and cautiously asked, "Then, sir, what do you mean...?"

He couldn't bring up the topic of killing Adria himself, because Barack was someone put forward by the Jewish financial group. If he brought up the topic, he would likely be used as a shield by Barack later.

Of course, if he takes action, there is a high chance that he will be used as a shield.

Barack also noticed Navarro's slippery nature, and tapped the table lightly with his right index finger: "You don't need to worry, there are others besides Adria."

"Others must also be very interested in Adria's situation."

"You just need to keep him under control; the rest will be handled by others."

"Understood!" Navarro nodded vigorously, then took the documents and turned to leave the presidential office.

As the car sped along the Virginia highway, he didn't immediately return to George Bush's intelligence center. Instead, after crossing the Potomac River bridge, he pulled over to the side of the road, looked at the dawn in the east, took out his phone, and sent a message to Dmitry.

Tell others that China has released Adria!

After sending the message, he turned around, got into his car, and continued towards the George W. Bush intelligence center.

Dmitry was very efficient; as soon as he received the message, he forwarded it to everyone they dealt with, including the gangs downstream who helped them distribute the goods.

Thanks to his efforts, within half an hour, everyone in America with even a little bit of power knew about it.

A secret is a secret when only a few people know it.

When dozens or hundreds of people know about it, it's no longer a secret.

But if a few thousand people know about it, then it's a secret.

Because nobody knows if this is fake news.

If it's fake news, what about the real news?

If it were true, how could it have spread so widely?

These reports naturally reached Sylvester, who was both afraid and excited about his father's return.

Fear is rooted in the authority of the patriarch. For decades, he has actually lived in Adria's shadow, and he is well aware of the kind of power his old father possesses.

He was very worried that those opportunistic guys would stab him in the back at this time.

As for the excitement, it comes from the restless gene of the Jewish people who seek to achieve great things with small investments.

If he can kill his old father, he will be the Lion King.

Then you can inherit everything from him.

everything!
Putting the news aside, Sylvester picked up the phone and began contacting those who had previously sided with him. It was precisely at times like these that he needed to give these people hope and make them understand who they could follow to reap the rewards.

After contacting Goldman Sachs and Jewish financial groups, he then called the Fathers' Alliance.

Especially Charles.

Because the other party was the only one who had killed his father.

The other party is currently integrating the Koch Industries Group, and with his help, his work will be much easier.

Moreover, the other party can also provide assistance.

The phone rang for a long time before Charles finally answered. Sylvester didn't waste any time and quickly explained his purpose:

"I need you to mobilize the Republican Party to interfere with America's officials and get them to arrest my father."

"Catch him and put him in the lab for research!"

"You understand what I mean, right?"

He had barely finished speaking when a soft laugh came from the other end of the phone: "Sylvester, looks like you're ruthless than me!"

"But don't worry, you're not the only one with this idea."

"You don't need my help at all!"

"However, everyone needs your help. They need you to cause some trouble and trick your old father into coming back as quickly as possible."

“As long as he leaves China, no matter which country he goes to, we can bring him back.”

You know what I mean, right?

Sylvester understood what he meant, chuckled twice at the other end, and then hung up the phone.

The method to provoke the elderly father into returning regardless of everything is very simple.

All you need to do is cut off all the funds he can access.

Just do it.

Sylvester picked up the phone again and notified his company, the bank, and his siblings that he wanted to cut off his father's bank account.

Cut off all the power he can use.

Of course, he didn't have that much power; he was just using America's CIA connections.

These powerful figures didn't take America's officials seriously, but America's CIA was different.

Those bastards really do kill people.

Killing without regard for consequences.

They can get into physical altercations with officials because officials are expected to adhere to the Basic Law, while the CIA doesn't; they directly frame and murder people.

The CIA's tiger skin successfully intimidated these people.

Of course, not everyone was scared.

Some fragmented messages still reached Adria through these people.

These messages reached Adria only five hours after his call with Barack. He hadn't even finished dealing with things in Yanjing.

Seeing the news that had just been sent out back into his hands, Adria didn't know what to say, but he had to say something.

Because all the funds he could access were frozen by his children and his former trusted subordinates within just a few hours.

This includes, but is not limited to, Swiss bank cards, Citibank accounts, funds, and even bank cards opened in China.

He, his butler, and the large group of bodyguards were now penniless, except for the cash they had withdrawn a few days earlier.

What frustrates him most is that unlocking these things requires facial recognition, but the facial information previously recorded is his own old face.

His younger face can't unlock the information!

Now he only has one choice: to leave China, go to America, gather his loyal subordinates together, get rid of his disobedient bastards, and regain power.

Otherwise, he would have no choice but to spend all the money he had in China and then wait to die.

Having spent his entire life being arrogant and domineering on the international stage, and used to bossing people around, Adria simply couldn't imagine spending all the money he had and then waiting to die.

He's going to make a triumphant return!
Having made up his mind, he turned to the butler and said, "Go and prepare a charter flight to Arlington, Virginia."

"While you're at it, please contact my old friends and tell them I'm going back."

His instructions surprised the butler, who was about to say something when Adria stopped him: "Go do what you're told."

The butler followed his instructions and went to contact someone to charter a plane.

Because of the high price paid, the airline was very accommodating and arranged for a plane in less than two hours.

Their plane had just taken off from the airport when Lin Yi and Leng Yun got out of the airport ground staff's car. They looked at the departing plane, smiled at each other, and turned to walk towards the exit.

"Do you think Australia might get chopped into mincemeat?"

"I don't know! But according to some intelligence, those barbarians have a tradition of cannibalism."

"Eating people? The literal meaning?"

"literal meaning!"

"Damn!" Leng Yun couldn't help but shiver. He felt that even in May, the weather seemed a little cold.

He mimed wrapping himself in a coat without any hands, then crossed his arms and looked at Lin Yi: "So, what are you going to do with Said?"

"They've paid for it, so we'll do whatever we want." Lin Yi tilted his head nonchalantly. "Besides, based on Adria's situation, injecting the full version of the drug will make him very young."

"Wouldn't it be easy to just have Saler get him a new identity then?"

"Let's go back and wait for the fun."

Upon hearing the word "fun," Leng Yun suddenly stopped and turned around. Through the lens of her eyes, she could still see the lights of the departing plane.

He took a deep breath and uttered his blessing:
"I hope these guys can get their brains out of their heads!"

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Adria's flight is direct, departing from Beijing and flying directly to Virginia.

The flight takes about 14 hours, but as soon as their plane left China and approached Japan, two F-15 fighter jets took off from a Japanese airport and closely followed behind.

The two fighter jets escorted them to the vicinity of Hokkaido before turning away. Before the people on board could even breathe a sigh of relief, two more fighter jets appeared from the clouds, hovering close to the plane.

And so, the fighter jets from Hokkaido took them to the Aleutian Islands for a change of guard, where they were escorted by fighter jets that took off from the Aleutian Islands.

The escorting fighter jets, after entering America's range, increased from two to four.

Until they landed.

The plane door opened, and as Adria walked to the door, she immediately saw Barack standing guard outside, along with a large group of people behind him.

My dear son Sylvester, my good partner, Abraham Hillens, the Goldman Sachs vice president who had a pleasant conversation with me on the phone and assured me that he would handle everything properly, and my good wife.

He did not see his loyal subordinates among these people.

These people wore faint smiles, and if it weren't for the somewhat awkward situation, they would have given the impression of welcoming relatives returning from afar.

Behind this huge crowd, there were more people.

However, compared to the hypocrisy of the first group, the second group was much more direct.

Their emerald eyes gleamed with an eerie green light, and they gave the impression of a pack of hungry wolves who had been starving for a long time and had spotted a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Noticing the gazes of these people, Adria raised her right hand and waved it at the people below, then opened her right hand and stretched it out to the butler behind her: "Give me the potion!"

After he finished speaking, he waited for two or three seconds, but instead of the butler's medicine box, he heard footsteps taking a step back.

When he turned around, he realized that his loyal butler had distanced himself from him.

The bodyguards also stood between him and the butler.

Meeting his gaze, the butler gently shook his head: "Sir, I am just an ordinary person, although I am very sorry to do this."

"But I need to take care of my family."

"sorry!"

The butler's choked voice rang out, followed by the bodyguards' voices: "We're sorry!"

Adria wanted to slap these people and ask them what was the point of saying sorry.

However, after assessing the difference in strength between the two sides, he naturally turned around, leaned on his cane, and walked down the gangway step by step, coming to Barak's side.

"You are fine!"

After praising Barack, he turned to his eldest son Sylvester: "You're quite good. You've finally realized that you have to be ruthless to get things done."

Sylvester simply smiled and nodded, gladly accepting his father's "praise."

But Adria didn't keep her gaze on him. Instead, she turned to look at the others, especially those further back who were staring at her with lecherous eyes.

“You guys are really useless! You don’t even have the guts to go out and steal things, you just cower here and fight for scraps.”

His sarcastic remarks did not provoke any outcry from the people present; they continued to look at him with the same eyes they had for food.

Several minutes later, Barack came to his side and pointed to the side: "Mr. Adria, there is a vehicle prepared for you here. Please follow me."

The Black president smiled and turned around, leading Australia slowly forward. After walking a short distance, an ambulance appeared in front of them.

The ambulance's back door was open.

There was no hospital bed inside, only an operating table fixed to the floor. Doctors and nurses stood on either side of the operating table, not wearing masks, but smiling at Adria.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Adria freeze in surprise. Barack raised his right hand again: "Mr. Adria, please!"

"It's just drawing some blood!"

(End of this chapter)