"It is indeed insidious and cunning. First, he incited Wal-Mart and Motorola to suppress me through commercial means. After the plan failed, he directly sent people to assassinate him. I don't know whether I should feel honored or terrified to have such an opponent."

Jiang Hua had a sneer on his lips.

Although he knew before that everything that happened recently was the work of the Freemasons, he knew nothing about who was responsible for the operation and what financial groups were behind it targeting him.

Now, Katyusha has helped him clear up the fog. The main force targeting him this time should come from Rockefeller, which is obviously a continuation of the grudges from Sam's last trip.

"Boss, Dylan Weir's whereabouts are mysterious. I haven't found where he is so far. What should we do next?"

Katyusha asked Jiang Hua for instructions on the next work arrangement.

"You just said that you contacted some of your former colleagues?"

Jiang Hua suddenly remembered what Sun Miaomiao said to him.

He has always been used to fighting alone, and because of his foresight, he can win every time.

But this time it was different. He was facing a huge organization that had existed for hundreds of years and secretly controlled the global economy.

It is too risky to continue to fight alone. It is really necessary for him to form his own force.

"Yes, except for a few lucky ones, everyone is not doing well now. I am more lucky because I followed you, boss, and now I am the best off among these sisters."

Katyusha sighed.

She recently fell in love with poetry, and thought it was particularly appropriate to use a poem to describe the situation of people like them: There was an east wind in the small building last night, and the motherland could not bear to look back in the bright moon.

"I will give you another amount of funds, and you can organize all your former sisters. I need an efficient intelligence network."

Jiang Hua squinted his eyes and said.

His previous opponents were all businessmen. To deal with these people, Katyusha alone was enough.

But now the situation has changed. Faced with a huge force like the Freemasons, which has private armed forces and strong financial support behind it, he urgently needs an efficient intelligence network that completely surrounds his services.

"Okay, I can get started on this matter right away."

Katyusha cheered up.

She has followed Jiang Hua for the past two years. Although her life has been good, she always feels that something is missing. Now Jiang Hua has entrusted her with an important task and asked her to contact her old colleagues and set up an intelligence network. She felt that her cold blood was starting to burn.

.

"There's one more thing..."

When Jiang Hua said this, he suddenly hesitated.

"Boss, tell me, I'm listening."

Katyusha's blue eyes flashed with curiosity. She didn't know what was going on that made Jiang Hua feel embarrassed.

"If conditions permit, you can think of ways to form an elite mercenary team."

Jiang Hua pondered for a moment and said.

He had been weighing this matter in his mind for a long time. He never knew whether it was necessary to do it or who to find to do it.

This time Eris went to the provincial capital to assassinate him and his family, which was a wake-up call for him.

Passive defense alone is not enough to deal with the Freemasons. He must master his own armed forces.

Sun Miaomiao's idea of ​​establishing a security company is an idea, but a security company can only handle domestic security work and cannot handle overseas matters.

So he thought about it and decided to ask Katyusha to form a mercenary team overseas to deal with emergencies.

"Boss, are you planning to have a confrontation with the Freemasons?"

Katyusha became more and more excited.

Although she looks like a charming beauty on the outside, in her heart, she still has the blood of a fighting nation. She is naturally very interested and fond of such matters of blood and fire.

"If you get beaten, you have to pay it back."

Jiang Hua smiled and said confidently.

Freemasonry has become a ceiling above his head. Unless this ceiling is broken, there is no way for his career to reach a higher level.

"It should have been like this a long time ago. You can safely leave these matters to me."

Katyusha is full of energy.

With the armed forces and intelligence network in her hands, she is the real Miss Yanzi, not a commercial spy who only helps Jiang Hua to steal business intelligence.

"Go ahead and do your work. I will send the funds back to your account from Gan Tiantian."

Jiang Hua smiled and patted Katyusha on the shoulder.

After saying that, he raised his wrist and looked at the time. It was already past nine o'clock. Jiang Shuang'er was used to going to bed early, so it was time to take her home.

At the same time, Sam was in a luxurious manor on the other side of the world.

In a room filled with various high-end medical equipment, an old man with many tubes inserted into his body was lying on the bed.

He is the leader of the Rockefeller family, the previous generation, the once all-powerful old Rockefeller.

"Is Professor Sandro here?"

The old man opened his cloudy eyes and asked the housekeeper who was standing aside with his hands hanging down.

"He's already here. Do you need to see him now?"

The butler bowed slightly and asked cautiously.

"Let him in."

Old Rockefeller nodded.

A fifty-year-old foreign doctor wearing a white coat and black-rimmed glasses walked into the room.

"Shandru, how much time do I have left?"

Old Rockefeller turned his face sideways and asked calmly.

"Without a heart replacement, you can survive for up to two months."

Sandro shrugged and spoke bluntly.

He was Rockefeller's medical consultant and had replaced his heart three times. Without him, Rockefeller would have died ten years ago.

"Have you found the source of your heart?"

Old Rockefeller asked in a weak voice.

"You also know that after three heart replacement surgeries, your options have become less and less. Currently, you have only found one suitable target."

Sandro took out a piece of information from the folder he carried with him.

"Bai Ya, from Shicheng?"

Old Rockefeller raised his arm with difficulty and took the information handed over by Sandro.

"According to the current matching simulation results, her heart is the most suitable for you."

Sandro handed another form about the matching simulation results to the elder Rockefeller.

"Then choose her. I like young people's hearts, which are more energetic. I still remember the first time I had my heart replaced. The source of the heart came from a twenty-year-old boy. After replacing his heart, I seemed to smell youth.

The taste.”

Old Rockefeller showed a nostalgic expression on his face.

Sandro stood aside and said nothing. He knew in his heart that given the old Rockefeller's physical condition, even if his heart was replaced now, it would only extend his life by one or two years.

In ten years, he replaced three hearts, and at the cost of three lives, he only helped old Rockefeller live ten more years.
Chapter completed!