Trafford Buyers Club

Chapter 847 Give Dreams and Future People (8)

Although the camera shakes quite badly in the video, the advantage is that the pixels are very high, so after getting used to the shaking camera, you can still see what happened in the video clearly.

"Stand up! This man really stood up! God, did he really get shot? What do I see? Fly up! Fly up!! God!!"

And, of course, the voices of the people who took this video.

Mr. Offee frowned the whole time. Decades of world view told him that the content of this video was fake, and he was looking for the flaws in this video—until finally, the envoy of God wearing a mask soared into the sky Go, disappear.

Mr. Offe pressed the stop button at this moment—if he was still thinking about looking for the flaws in the film at the beginning, then after seeing the scene of the "God's Messenger" soaring into the sky, Mr. Offe had already concluded that this It's a prank video.

It is very likely that technology such as special effects has been added, and it has been matched with special editing.Cash's film technology is so advanced, it will not be too difficult to make a video of this level.

Seeing that his officer had no intention of watching, the secretary took back his mobile phone awkwardly.

But Mr. Offee suddenly asked: "Have you found out the origin of this video?"

Originally, there was no need for Mr. Offee to worry about this kind of flattery... The country's security department naturally wouldn't bother with such trivial matters.

It's just that Mr. Offee urgently needed something to divert his attention, so he asked directly.

"Oh, it's the son of the owner of a processing factory, and he was also one of the hostages taken on the day of the theater hijacking." The secretary said seriously: "Didn't the sir ask us to thoroughly investigate everyone that day? I found it... In addition, the man who was shot in this video is a wealthy businessman named Besson."

Mr. Offee frowned. He keenly sensed that something was wrong, which was quite weird, but he couldn't figure out his thoughts for a moment, so he asked directly, "What do you think?"

The secretary sorted out his thoughts and said, "Standing back to life, flying into the sky, etc., are usually plots of science fiction. This guy probably wants to upload this video on the website to hype it or something... However, if it is only for making money, it stands to reason that with Besson's wealth, there is no need to do such things. Besson has no shortage of fame and wealth."

"Well, that's the weird part." Mr. Offee nodded. This is exactly what he felt was unreasonable. He suddenly looked at his secretary, "Is this matter not so simple?"

The secretary nodded, "According to the information obtained by the investigators sent out. Since that day, Mr. Besson has been anxious for many people, and entered his private villa to hold some mysterious ceremonies. Days, the number of people joining it is gradually increasing, and they are all wealthy businessmen and celebrities."

As he said that, the secretary showed Mr. Offee another set of photos on his mobile phone: "Sir, these are secretly taken by our people."

In the photo, almost all the members are wearing strange black robes, and they seem to be performing some kind of ceremony, and among these people, there is this man wearing a carnival mask who looks out of place.

"This...is the 'God's Messenger' in the video?" Mr. Offee frowned.

The secretary nodded and said, "According to the figure, it should be the same person."

Mr. Offee was silent, and said after a while, "What do you think?"

The secretary said: "According to the clues we have so far, I suspect that this may be a new religious organization... Of course, at present, this organization has not done anything illegal."

Mr. Offee said in a deep voice: "Since all the recruits are wealthy businessmen, this religious organization may be suspected of illegally accumulating money...Well, you should say hello to the local police station and let them follow up."

If this religious organization is simply defrauding money, it is not up to the Ministry of National Security to deal with this matter-this is just something that the Ministry of Security unintentionally dug up during the investigation of the hostage case, and let another citizen More familiar violent agencies can handle it.

During the conversation, the experts in the conference room came out one by one.

Mr. Offee looked at the dejected looks of these medical authorities, and he already had the worst guess in his heart, and his face naturally looked unhappy.

"Mr. Offee, I'm sorry, we may not be able to come up with a feasible and effective treatment plan in a short time." The attending doctor said helplessly at this time: "This is actually the first time we have encountered such a case, and we cannot find any effective treatment plan." Reference materials..."

Mr. Offee waved his hand at this time, and said in a deep voice: "I don't listen to this, just tell me, what are you going to do now?"

Experts, you look at me, and in the end, the guy who is the attending doctor bites the bullet and said: "I think we can maintain the patient's life consumption to the maximum, and after all the test results come out, we may be able to find some clues In addition, there are many excellent brain experts abroad, and we will try to contact them... Please rest assured that we will do our best to treat patients."

"Okay." Mr. Offee nodded, "At least I didn't hear the worst thing...you guys go to work."

After dismissing these experts, Mr. Offee fell silent for a moment. He frowned, as if he was making a difficult decision.In the end, Mr. Offee gritted his teeth, looked at his secretary and said, "You send me an application and send it to the Presidential Palace. I'm going to take a long vacation."

After making this decision, for some reason, Mr. Offee suddenly felt as if he had stopped—like a feeling of suddenly stopping in a long, endless marathon.

After that, Mr. Offee planned to stay in the hospital, but what he didn't expect was that in the evening, a few guests came from the research institute.

The leader is the dean of the scientific research institute he is familiar with, and the others are veteran national talents in the existing scientific research institutes.

"Opheus, how is Frankie's situation?" The dean asked about Dr. Frankie's situation with concern.

"Not too optimistic," Mr. Offee said truthfully.

"This..." The dean was a little hesitant at this moment, looking at the few old scholars who accompanied him, he was quite hesitant to speak.

Mr. Offee frowned, "Come here, what else can you do?"

The dean gritted his teeth at this moment, and said sternly: "I say this, maybe you will feel unhappy. But... But we need Frankie very much. I don't know what happened to him, but there is one thing that can be done. For sure! The things he wrote down for us can make our aerospace technology make an unprecedented breakthrough...even, let me see the possibility of catching up with the great powers!"

"Yes! It's unbelievable!" An old scientist accompanying him said excitedly at this moment: "Francis has actually accomplished a difficulty that may take an entire generation to overcome! He is the greatest genius in our country!"

"So, what do you mean?" Mr. Offee suddenly felt disgusted, it was precisely because of this spirit of devotion to science that he had already suffered the pain of family ruin, "Are you planning to drag my father back? Take such a patient who is lying on a hospital bed and cannot guarantee whether he will survive, to a place with high-intensity work? For your so-called major breakthrough?"

"That's not what we mean!"

At this time, the dean hurriedly calmed Mr. Offie's slightly agitated mood, but said seriously: "We are also concerned about Frankie's health, and we are no more relaxed than you. Offee, please understand that we need him very much... So, when Frankie recovers, I hope you can stop stopping Frankie and let him come back, we need him!"

With that said, the dean, together with several elderly people around him, pleaded with Mr. Offee.

"Don't bother me!"

Mr. Offe directly drove the dean and the others away, and then closed the door of the ward heavily.

Not long after, the sound of footsteps came from outside the door. It was the footsteps of the dean and the others leaving.

Mr. Offee took a deep breath, and then walked to the glass window, looking at Dr. Franch in the intensive care unit, whose body was covered with various instrument connectors.

He stretched out his hand, followed the glass window, touched the father who he couldn't even touch, and said with a wry smile: "I know, they need you, there is no lie. That kind of shining eyes... You and Maggie have both had it before, I know……"

Mr. Offie closed his eyes and murmured, "I know."

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"Dinner, Haley."

Poston knocked on the door, and then sent the lunch box in through the small open window under the door—this room was specially made, and it was usually used to lock up those disobedient guys.Of course, some time will also be used to imprison 'hostages'.

Of course, since they met Boss Arnold, Boston and his group hadn't done such low-paying and time-consuming jobs as kidnapping and extortion for a long time.

"When can I go out? Didn't you say I'm going to change it back today?" Haili in the room made a anxious voice.

Poston just laughed twice, without even answering, and closed the window under the door.He had just turned around when he heard the sound of something being thrown from inside. Poston sneered and ignored it.

"You watch here, I'll go out for a while."

Boston walked up to a guy who was taking drugs, raised his leg and lifted the guy, frowned and said, "Stop taking drugs!"

The little boy made an OK gesture, but shook his head.Boston frowned, and simply ignored it.He left the place, but locked it up before going out - he even put a chain on the door.

When Boss Arnold was around, he was very strict in guarding him, requiring all things to be careful and careful, but Boston sometimes felt that this was too timid—of course, being timid is timid, but since following Ah Nuo Starting from Boss Nuo, his gang is indeed getting richer day by day.

So here comes the problem, earning more and more money, but you can’t spend it, you can’t have fun, what is the difference between this and a salted fish that has not been mixed?
So after leaving him behind, Boston naturally planned to go out and have a good time.

"Hello? Boss Arnold? Oh...it's nothing, I just want to report Haili to you...it's nothing, it's just that he's not in a good mood...don't worry, I've been watching people, and I won't go away .rest assured!"

While calling Boss Arnold, Boston quietly walked down the stairs.

In the darkness, a figure walked out of the darkness after seeing Boston's departure, and then slowly climbed up the stairs along the place where he came out, and finally came to the gate of the private house that was chained.

The guy who came up to the door quietly was wearing a dark brown hood, and when he lifted it off, his head was covered in bandages.His eyes are bloodshot, he is... 403.

403 put his ear on the door, and after listening quietly for a while, he escaped with a bunch of tools for unlocking the lock.His skills were not superb, and it took him some time to open the chain and lock on the door.

403 opened it gently, and heard the music coming from the room—the drugged guy inside was lying on the sofa at this moment, showing a weird smile on his face, like a drunk, delirious .

403 quietly walked in front of this guy, glanced at some unfinished meatballs on the table, copied them with one hand, and stuffed them directly into this guy's mouth.

The drugged guy gets more high, can't find anything at all, doesn't know where he is, and is completely caught in a psychedelic mental world.

403 turned off the messy music in the room, then came to the door of the room where Haili was imprisoned, and knocked a few times with a little force.

After that, 403 sent an envelope directly into the room through the small window under the door.

At this time, Haili in the room heard the movement, and he who was sitting in the corner watching the fallen debris on the floor suddenly got up - he naturally noticed the sudden stop of the music.

"Who?" Haili intuited that something was happening outside.

At this time, after seeing the envelope delivered from under the door, he asked quickly, "Who? Who's outside?"

But Haley got no response.Haili frowned, and picked up the envelope on the ground, which contained a few photos.

One is that the woman is eating with the man in the restaurant, the woman even brings a strawberry to the man with a fork, the two sides are talking and laughing.

One is the appearance of a woman and a man walking slowly in the shade.

There is also a picture of a man walking towards a woman with two ice creams in his hand.

The woman is Caroline.

The man...wasn't Hailey.

"Who! Who is outside! What does this mean!!! Who!! Who is outside!!" Haili seemed to be touched by a certain string.

He suddenly fell on the ground and looked outside through the small window at the bottom of the door, but he only had time to see a pair of leaving feet——closed the outside door.

"Who are you--!!!!"

(End of this chapter)