The days of leading the winery to build infrastructure together

In the middle of the night, in the office of Haward Hospital, a doctor in a white coat was buried in the documents, burning the lights to fight at night.

"My experimental data comes from the content and tables published on page 36 of XX well-known medical journals."

Finally found the source.Dr. David thought to himself that he bent down and searched for a long time according to the instructions of this paper index, and finally found the magazine.

The magazine was published a year ago, dusty and wrinkled.

Turning to the fourth page of No.30, he took a deep breath, and his hand holding the magazine trembled slightly.

Could it be something wrong with the magazine?Or, is this yet another cross-reference?

This journal is indeed a very famous medical journal, a leader in the medical field, no one will believe that it is a fake medical journal.

Its cover is light yellow, and the quality of the paper is very good. Even though it has been flipped through countless times, it is still extremely tough.

If it is confirmed, it is really the problem of this journal.Thinking of this, David's heart is heavy. He will face the bombardment of the entire academic circle, and he hardly dares to imagine that future.

He tried hard to recall his memory of flipping through this magazine a year ago, but he couldn't think of anything.If there was such an absurd paper that introduced the problem of pseudo-addiction, he couldn't have been unimpressed.

David's fingers pinching the page were sweating slightly, do you want to open it?It's too late to pretend not to see it now.

The ticking clock on the wall made him panic.

His gums were slightly sour from the exertion.

"Teacher?" His students looked up curiously, they finally found the source, why didn't they open it?

David trembled all over his body, as if he had been awakened suddenly, and turned to the next page abruptly.

No.30 six pages.

The eye-catching is a colorful pattern, using a waterproof paper sheet with bright reflections.

David stared at the page, thinking it looked like a monster with four heads.It was as if a punch hit the empty space, and the tension and apprehension in my heart were vented all at once.

He opened his mouth wide and let out an unconscious ahh.

That's an ad page.

David belatedly remembered.Magazines also have to eat, and generally the last two pages at the end are used for advertising.

He stood on the spot, really complied with that sentence, drew his sword and looked around in a daze.He originally thought that his enemy was the entire academic circle, but now it seems that there are only a few people who are corrupt and have received money.Is there something wrong?correct.

A feeling of sadness rose in his heart, and only then did he realize that his back was covered in cold sweat. Fortunately, it was not the worst.

The promotion of the concept of false sex addiction turned out to be an oolong.He thought that many people were accomplices in a daze.

The manufacturer spent a lot of money on advertising, and then bought several academic experts to do research papers based on their reports, making this topic hot.

The rest of the medical experts are so busy every day that they find that the academics they have always admired have written an article, and most of them will also be interested in this field, and then write some echoing remarks.How could they easily question academic leaders.Even if they were skeptical and found that the article was logically self-consistent, they would not search for the source of the materials cited by the other party one by one.There are dozens of hundreds of citations, and very few people turn over one by one.

Even if the teacher teaches over and over again, you can't directly quote other people's words, you must carefully examine the truth and falsehood.Many of them will also be blinded by the reputation of the magazine, thinking that it is a small probability that a well-known magazine makes mistakes, and they will be lazy without knowing it.Or, blindly submit to authority, not daring to suspect that the other party is wrong.

And the mastermind behind the scenes took advantage of this and took advantage of the loophole.Only a few people were bought, and the goal of publicity for all members was achieved.

David held up the ad page, trembling hands and feet, his face turned from red to blue, to black and finally to pale.Under the great sorrow and joy, he felt his forehead and temples throbbing.

"My God! David!"

"Quick! Give first aid!"

"Doctor David fainted!"

Akai Hideichi, who was also holding a document, also had an ugly face.

He successfully sneaked into the data management room, where he found the entire publicity plan, including the agreement they reached with the expert.In addition, he also found the letter written by Dr. Arthur.

"Thank you, my friend...I received the sample you sent me, and related articles...The problem of addiction caused by genetic defects is indeed a good research direction. I think it is very researching Value... I am also looking forward to your new medicine..."

This is what was said in the TV report, and Dr. Arthur, a well-known expert, also agreed with it, affirming it?Akai Hideichi squeezed the letter with a puzzled expression on his face.

He gently put the material back, wiped off his fingerprints and traces, stood up slowly, his eyes slowly moved upstairs, he is currently in the FBI cadre studio, and everyone around him is the same as James Small leaders at the level.

And upstairs, that is, the director's office.

Coincidentally, because of a sudden incident, an important meeting was held temporarily.These people were all in the meeting room, and their belongings, Akai Hideo glanced at the mobile phone on the table, most of their belongings were left in the office.

At the same time, on the top of Grid's office building, Dr. Arthur rested his head on his hands and sat opposite Bolivar.

Curacao carefully poured a cup of hot tea and placed it in front of him.

"All my life I've boasted that I'm good at dancing and tactful, but I didn't expect that I would be ruined by this tact in the end." His tone was sarcasm.

Dr. Arthur took a deep breath. Only one year had passed, but he looked ten years older.

"Is the method you said really useful?" He raised his head and asked again.

"Of course. Didn't you do what I said? It must be useful." Bolivar's expression on his face was steady.

Hearing this sentence, several people in the room did not speak. It is already one o'clock in the night, but Grid is brightly lit, and many employees come and go, busy with tomorrow's content.

"I have worked for them for decades, and they know all the information about my wife and children." Arthur took a deep breath, "After this incident, it basically means that my job is over, my future is over, and even my life is over." family……"

"Please rest assured, I will arrange the next thing." Bolivar said with a smile, "It depends on the friendship between you and my father."

"Just be patient," Bolivar said. "The results should be out tonight."

He slowly shifted his gaze to Curacao, and asked softly, "How is the result so far?"

The other party nodded slightly and took out an electronic board.

"Please rest assured that Miss Aiwei from Group A has sent a message that the venue she is in charge of has been checked five times in advance. All equipment is in good condition and can be played in real time. The security is in good condition and can withstand most of the evils such as sudden attacks. pieces."

"Mr. Jacques of Group B has a report. We have contacted all well-known media companies and other related companies in advance, as well as some people in the academic circle... Gugu Network currently has millions of loyal and active users. and reports will be uploaded to the Gugu online forum.”

"Although Ms. Wilson didn't completely trust us, she also took the initiative to contact the hacker team she knew," Curacao said with a slight upturn of his mouth, "and the technical personnel that President George and President Keanu promised to send to cooperate with us before." It's ready. They promised to make a statement together at the agreed time."

"Our programmers and related technical personnel have successfully reached a cooperation with them last week, and they can act immediately when they receive the signal." Curacao added, "Mr. Jacques is also ready to meet with Group E at any time."

"Group C is led by Mr. Amuro to evacuate Dr. Arthur's family. However, they heard that the FBI is still following them there, so they have not acted rashly for the time being."

"Group D is also ready, and all members are on standby."

"Group E, Mr. Hal, has successfully released Mr. Brad on bail. However, he has not seen Mr. Li Kai, and I heard that he has been transferred."

"Mr. Garcia has returned to East Andy to stabilize the situation in East Andy so that no one will interfere."

"Our calls and contacts are all encrypted using the latest technology provided by Hongshu, so that they will not be intercepted, interfered, or eavesdropped." Curacao slowly read the last sentence.

"Okay, tell me what happened right away." Bolivar let out a long sigh of relief. He looked down at the chessboard next to him, where a group of black and red chess pieces surrounded a red chess piece.

All is ready except for the opportunity.

And Dongfeng-Akai Shuichi is in a very bad mood at the moment.

He was sitting in front of his office computer, with the briefcase he brought over from the director's office on his left.

Akai Shuichi stared at the familiar bank account on the spreadsheet.A record that had been deleted a few years ago, the figure of 130 US dollars, hurt his eyes.

He reached out and took out the slip of paper that Zhu Fu Jingguang handed him. The first page and the second page were about the things about Mo City, that is, the information he found before, how those people made false propaganda to fool the common people.The next page describes how the Black Clothes acquired the latest military gunship.

The above clearly remembers that it was Grid's assistant, and Garcia spent 130 U.S. dollars to buy the plane.I also remember the date clearly.

The money ended up in the account of his immediate boss. Although the other party quickly transferred the money to several other accounts, at least it means that he is an insider.

His boss is so close to the top of the black organization that he can resell the latest military products.

So what is he?He came to the organization as an undercover agent without knowing anything, is he a joke in the eyes of those in the black organization?

Akai Shuichi's breath was short of breath.It turned out that he was never the great undercover agent who endured humiliation as others said.

Can I speculate that even if I get criminal evidence about the organization, I will not be able to overthrow the organization.

Because my boss's boss is actually on the same front as the organization!

Akai Hideichi lit a cigarette, and he remembered the third piece of information on that note.

Above was a picture of a very familiar curly-haired girl with the same lower corners as he.A message was attached on the back of the photo, asking him to inquire about the situation of his mother Mary.

Although there were many twists and turns and trials in the middle, in the end, his mother, Marie Akai, told him that she was designed by Belmod a few days ago, and was given poison and medicine, which made her smaller.

Marie speculates that the Black Organization may be developing a drug to rejuvenate people.

In this way, he basically understood.The Black Organization does have many crimes, such as illegal experiments, arresting civilians without authorization, and testing drugs against their opponents.But these things were probably done with the acquiescence of those people, even his chief.The Black Organization represents what they want to do but are afraid to do.

Even if this black-clothed organization is killed, they will generously throw bait to attract younger brothers who will lead the way for them and establish a second black-clothed organization.

To fulfill their youthful dreams.

He actually felt hopeless at this moment.

His most recognized legal weapon seems to be unable to sanction his enemies, why is this so?

So, what should I do?

At three o'clock in the morning, the middle-aged Mr. Director finished the meeting and returned to his office.

As soon as he opened the door and before he turned on the light, he felt a gun against his waist.

"!" The man's face changed slightly, and there was a gunman hiding his face in ambush in his office.

The guards standing two steps away took a look here, but because the room was too dark, they didn't notice anything wrong.

The man closed the door calmly and was pushed into the house at gunpoint.

He heard the gangster say, "A wise choice, Mr. Director."

"In order to avoid wronging others, I decided to ask again." The man said, and the man's ears moved slightly.

"Did you do what happened in Mocheng?" The masked gangster asked, "You guys lied about those doctors."

The person's voice sounded flat and muffled, obviously not the original voice.

"In order to gain profits and quell public anger, you deliberately used methods of distorting the facts to deceive ordinary people into thinking that the Mocheng executives did not do bad things."

Hearing this person's question, the man had some thoughts in his mind, and he slowly let go of what he raised. The other party is a rational person who can communicate, not those suicidal and attacking lunatics.

"I admit that I didn't think well," the director readily admitted, "but I also think about the people. We must calm down the panic of the people as soon as possible."

"Your so-called pacification is to lie to them that that thing doesn't exist? Block their ears so that they don't know that the threat is so close to you?" The gangster's tone was still indifferent and calm, and he interrupted the chief's later explanation.

"Sir, I can tolerate your skin color discrimination, regional discrimination, often ruthless, and intrusion into privacy to obtain information. As long as you do your job well, I don't care about your private morals. As long as you are upholding justice, I don't care about that method .”

"However, I really can't tolerate your behavior. Are you so worthy of the civilians who support you and pay you wages? You use their trust, but you are endangering their health, harming their interests, and promoting things that are harmful to them. remarks?"

"Oh, boy, what are you talking about? Those people you mentioned haven't paid a single penny of tax." The leader smiled. He looked calm and told Akai Shuichi's tone as if he was treating a Ignorant children, "They can't even pay the fine, and they will only waste the resources of the prison."

"These things are what the people who paid us asked us to do. They take money from people and do things for them." He said word by word, "We not only want to uphold justice, but also maintain the stability of the entire Miliken."

"You sneaked in so smoothly, are you also our agent? Do you think your generous rewards are given by those ordinary people?"

"Only by appeasing those people can Milijian be stable." He said this, as if he also had a lot of difficulties and was full of grievances.

He heard the gangster's breathing and couldn't help but increase.

"Now, put down the gun, and you can get back on track, kid." His tone was very gentle, with temptation, "You can even join us. Believe me, you are just too young to get used to this job."

"You have to learn to be tactful, otherwise, you will suffer in society, and you won't go far." He said earnestly, earnestly and kindly, speaking his own wise words.

There was a suffocating silence in the room, neither of them spoke, and the director seemed to be waiting for the compromise of the people behind him.

"The last question, did you sell the helicopter newly developed by the military?" the gangster asked, his voice hoarse.

"Ah, this." There was a trace of guilt in the director's eyes, and he began to hesitate. Who sent the person behind him? Is it his political enemy?

He looked around and said to him: "Why do you think so? Of course this kind of thing is impossible."

However, Akai Shuichi has already judged the answer from his attitude.

Sure enough, they had colluded long ago.

He took a deep breath and got answers to all three questions.

At this moment, even though he was prepared, he still felt the anger of being fooled.

Do you think I'm a fool? !

If it wasn't for his good self-control, Akai Shuichi might not have been mad with anger.

His hands were stained with the blood of innocent people. In order to join the organization and become an undercover agent, he committed countless crimes.In order to spy on the information, they burned the Champs Elysees, and in order to gain the trust of the organization, they killed those businessmen and politicians...

The final result turned out to be like this.

For the first time, he felt that his life was like a joke.

There is no way for the FBI to stay any longer, he thought coldly, there is no way here to help me find the truth about my father, and it makes me sick.

In order to be an undercover agent, he obeyed the orders of the FBI and endured so much mental torture. How could he just give up and leave in despair?

Before leaving, at least I should leave a gift, right?The corners of Akai Shuichi's mouth curved up, revealing a somewhat crazy smile.He knew he was getting carried away with anger right now, but he didn't want to hold back anymore.He has restrained too many times.

Millican has always believed in heroism, and now, isn't it time for me to play this spirit?

"Heh... I refuse!" Akai Hideichi grinned, and fired with a bang.

For the first time, he felt that the shot was fired according to his own intention, which was so satisfying and refreshing.

He no longer dwells on trivial matters, such as why he obtained information so smoothly, and why his bank account was found so easily.He no longer wondered if he was being used as a gun.

He just needs to know that the other party is not innocent.

The man yelled, alerting the guards outside.

"who!"

Chianti, who had been staring at this side with a telescope, was bored, and she couldn't help complaining in a low voice: "What are you waiting for here? Hey, why are the tasks sent by the logistics team endless?"

Cohen next to him was much more diligent. He glanced at Chianti and continued to stare at the building on the other side.

When Chianti was bored and counted the stones on the ground, an accident happened.

"Ki, Kean, Antti! Look quickly." Cohen was obviously frightened and stammered.

Chianti quickly stood up and looked towards the FBI building through the binoculars.

The lights in the entire building were turned on, and there were people coming and going inside. Almost all the detectives were dispatched. Those people had anxious and irritable faces. They walked in a hurry, as if they were searching for something.

"!" Chianti was shocked when he saw this scene.

"Oh my god, is there really a civil strife at the FBI headquarters? Who is so courageous? Dare to cause trouble at the headquarters?"

"Report to Curacao and the others," Cohen reminded.

"OK."

good morning everyone.

My name is Phoenix Cameron, an undercover agent sent by the FBI to Grid. A few days ago, my companion abandoned me and took the information and ran away. I was the only one left, and I was still in Grid Let's do our part for the construction of Kung Fu dishes.

But today seems to be a little different.

"What are we going to do?" Phoenix glanced at his boss, Mr. August Jr., and asked, "Don't you have to go to work?"

Little August smiled. He took out his mobile phone and asked, "Phoenix, you haven't read the news yet, have you?"

"What news?"

"Of course it's our boss's press conference, and there's also a press conference."

"Broadcast a notice. At ten o'clock this morning, Mr. Bolivar Rosales, the president of Grid, held a press conference. At the meeting, he strongly condemned the fact that the FBI sent commissioners to steal their company's secrets and damage their company's property. , the following is the video recording and live broadcast.”

Phoenix was taken aback, and he clicked on the video.The camera clearly captured his companion rushing into the president's office in the dark overnight, destroying the safe, and stealing the documents.Even at night when the lights are not turned on, the camera can clearly illuminate his face.Next to the video is a comparison of Agent Kadri's ID photo when he joined the FBI, as well as his relevant experience and information.

Does Grid's camera even have night vision?Finick was a little confused.

"And, the FBI used groundless excuses to forcibly detain many important employees of Grid's R&D department, and tortured them mentally, physically, and physically! They tried to extract Grid's latest R&D results and business secrets from them! To this day, we still have an important employee of our R&D department detained by the other party, and his whereabouts are unknown!" The external spokesperson said impassionedly.

"Let's ask our victim to explain the experience at that time." The camera turned, and the face of a young man with dyed yellow hair was displayed on the screen.

“…you never know, my day was like a nightmare. They refused to let me notify my family and friends, forcibly searched my packages, confiscated important souvenirs from my teachers, and sent me to detention Inside... I know it's terrible! Their behavior is very rude, but that's not what I want to say!" The yellow-haired young man burst into tears.

"What I want to say most is my experience in the detention center. The floor was full of sticky liquid, very dirty, and there was only one bed, one toilet, and one faucet in the small space. The water in the faucet was black and yellow. s color."

"I stayed there for seventeen hours. There were no sheets, no warm clothes, and the environment was dirty. No matter what I said, the prison guards ignored me. I couldn't get clean food or water! They didn't even let my family come. Send something... I left quickly, but I still got dermatitis!" Brad said angrily, "This is my diagnosis and treatment report! You can take a look! There are also related videos!"

The screen was transferred to the surveillance video of the day, and everyone could clearly see how those people dealt with the two weak and helpless students who had just graduated.

"My companion Li Kai! He is still being detained by those shameful tax thieves!" He shouted hoarsely.

Finick's mouth opened unconsciously, and he was already dumbfounded.

A lady reporter was full of indignation and her tone was sharp: "I really didn't expect that the basic accessories of these facilities would be so bad! Where did you spend our taxpayers' money!"

"Besides, the police haven't given a reasonable explanation yet. What did Mr. Brad do wrong? This is 100% restriction of personal freedom! It's an act of violence!"

People who felt the same came here after hearing the news. Most of them were poor people who couldn’t pay the fine and were detained. They had also suffered from Brad’s suffering before. I don’t know who organized them. They launched a parade and a sit-in at the headquarters of the FBI building. Demonstrations blocked the entire FBI building.There are also many young students who are full of enthusiasm.

Countless media came after them, clicking and taking photos, and brought the words "not afraid of death" to the extreme.Or rather, they wanted the FBI to shoot, which would have been more fun to write about.

"It's not convenient for our chief to show up at the moment." The detective who received the public seemed to be forced to cry, "This is the truth."

"Fart!" But this excuse only aroused their anger.

"How many times have you used this excuse!"

"Call me sick every time something happens!"

"Tell him to come out and meet us!"

The people outside were making noise, and some people were even smashing the gate of the FBI headquarters.

This is not over yet, the reporter who posted the live broadcast on the website changed the subject.

"The following is an important statement jointly issued by more than a dozen business giants, including President Grid, the president of Comic City, and the president of Four Color Square, about what the FBI has been hiding..."

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The author has something to say:

来了，更新晚了，不好意思。感谢在2022-03-0918:56:08~2022-03-1019:09:36期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: You can get 2 from the question;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：由题可得66瓶；喵喵喵40瓶；重烬10瓶；Karen6瓶；陆含衣、起名好难、丫丫的脚丫5瓶；星星不睡觉、旋转接刀片、落英缤纷1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!