[Ming Ke] Starting from scratch

17 years ago, San Francisco, Silicon Valley.

Every square meter of high-rise buildings with every inch of land and every inch of gold is quietly undergoing some kind of change.These changes, sooner or later, will bring great changes to the world——

Except the Elite Group.

Early in the morning, before Antonio tasted the bitter coffee that symbolized the start of a day’s work, the secretary rushed into the office in a hurry without any warning:

"Chairman! Mr. Antonio! Something is wrong—Ms. Amanda died in an accident, and the funds in circulation were forced to stop—"

Antonio's eyes darkened, unable to believe what he heard.It's a disaster from heaven, that's it!The Yilaite Group has just gone through the difficulties of transformation, and after negotiating with Amanda's investors, it finally saved it from the red line with a lot of money.Overnight, the group's savior, Ms. Amanda, died without warning—he didn't care about thinking about the consequences of a broken capital flow, and quickly called all the operators to dial the number of the other party's contacts.

After a whole morning of news circulation, the entire Silicon Valley capital chain knew the bad news: Ms. Amanda's funds that were not in the treasury will be forcibly withdrawn.There is no room for maneuver.

Elite is not the only company to reshuffle.Some small businesses are already repackaging and leaving. ――Time in Silicon Valley is more precious than gold.

Antonio fell helplessly on the sofa. There was no one in the office. He closed his eyes in pain, and seemed to mutter to himself: "Is there no other way...? How could such a large sum of money be short-lived?" Gather within the time...Romani, is there no way out?"

As he spit out the name "Romayne", a phantom suddenly appeared in the empty office.The phantom with the appearance of a girl was silent for two seconds, and said calmly: "Mr. Antonio, there is a way to make up the funds."

Antonio opened his eyes suddenly: "Say!"

He did not doubt the accuracy of what Romani said.

"The only way." Romani said, "resell me-because last night, a client expressed his desire to invest 2000 billion U.S. dollars to buy Romayne. Work has not started today, so this matter has not been reported. If this transaction If it succeeds, the broken capital chain can be made up immediately. If you put me in the negotiation, there is an 87.65% probability that the price can be raised to 500 billion.”

Antonio was taken aback for a moment, restrained his ecstatic look, frowned, and looked at her.

"It's not—it's not within the acceptable range." Antonio said slowly, while thinking about the appropriate words, "If you continue your research and development, the benefits we can create will be incomparable—that will make the whole world look brand new .We—Elite, Antonio—will live forever!"

"Yes, the profit expectation of continuing the Romani plan far exceeds 2000 billion U.S. dollars." Romani said, "But if the capital chain is broken because of this, the probability of Yilaite Group going bankrupt within this month is as high as 99.97%. The probability of the Nigerian plan being terminated is as high as 98.13%. In comparison, selling is more cost-effective.”

Antonio covered his face and said blankly: "But, this is the result of our half-life..."

Romani did not speak.

He looked at the prosperous scene outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and his heart sank.

Romani convinced him.

"Who is the client who is interested in contacting?" Antonio said, "Arrange to meet at the nearest time."

"Yes." Romani said, "It's a couple. Yusaku Kudo and Yukiko Kudo."

Antonio was slightly taken aback when he heard these two names.

If he remembers correctly...it seems to be very famous, speculative novelist, and...Hollywood actor?

They bought Romani, what can they use it for?

three days later.In an unremarkable building in Silicon Valley, a nutrition cabin was transported out in the dark.At the same time, a turnover of 500 billion US dollars saved the legendary group Yilaite.

At this time, in Los Angeles, Yusaku Kudo, who was immersed in the whimsy of the work, did not realize that in a private club in the same country, there was a couple who looked exactly like them, borrowing their names, quietly. completed a transaction.

When the nutrition cabin traveled across the ocean and came to a remote eastern island, and the logistics personnel carefully moved it into the basement, another pair of dark, dormant eyes appeared on the information network in Japan.

Also, nothing seems to have changed.

five years ago.

Black organization.

As a mysterious and powerful criminal organization in the world, it is not easy to get a head start in it.

Fortunately, Bourbon did.

He has not been in the organization for a long time - if it is compared with those "predecessors".During this period of time, he worked hard for the organization, and finally got the approval of the boss not long ago, and became a member of the senior cadres.

Codename: Bourbon.

At the same time as he was codenamed, Rye Whiskey Rye, a man with overgrown hair, and Scotch Whiskey, his acquaintance.

Obtaining the code name means initially breaking into the organization.While Bourbon was thinking about how to further gain trust, he suddenly received an email on his phone.

——A familiar address.The boss's e-mail address is hidden behind the appearance of syllables.

"January [-]th. The American Elite Group visited Japan. The Banquan Hotel in Tokyo. Take the energy blocks they brought."

"...Understood." Bourbon covered the phone and said to himself with a smile.

Bourbon managed to get a job as a temporary waiter at the Banquan Hotel.

On January [-]th, it was snowing lightly in Tokyo.There was a white mist outside the hotel, Bourbon stepped in and took off his scarf and gloves.It was still very early, and there were only a few isolated strings of footprints on the snow.

He greeted the foreman with a smile, and began to wipe the table diligently.

"This Sakurada-kun, although he is here as a temporary worker, works really hard." The foreman chatted with other waiters, "You are young, strong, and your face is very popular with girls."

Sakurada Hikaru is Bourbon's pseudonym.He was born with wheat-colored skin and conspicuous beige hair. When he was young, he was often squeezed out by others and beat him back and forth, so he developed a good skill.

The middle-aged man who was chatting with the foreman shook his wine glass and nodded in sympathy.The foreman added, "I just don't know if I have a girlfriend, my daughter is 25 and doesn't have a boyfriend..."

Several people chatted for a while, the time was almost up, the foreman called out: "Sakurata-kun! That's enough, the lobby is clean enough. Come and rest—"

All the employees gathered together, and the foreman said earnestly: "Maybe you have heard that a big company came to our hotel to hold a reception banquet today. We will put up all our energy to entertain you in a while! Don't neglect the customers!"

Everyone agreed, and Bourbon smiled and asked: "Consul Tanaka said so, I was worried that I would stutter to them. Is it convenient for Fang to reveal, what are these distinguished guests?"

Consul Tanaka didn't keep it secret: "The American Elite Group specializes in high technology, have you heard of it? This time their bosses will come. In addition to the entire first floor, the high-level executives have reserved private rooms on the upper floor—so, everyone must Take it seriously!"

The employees were too excited to contain themselves, and some younger women rushed to touch up their makeup.Bourbon glanced at his watch, the minute hand was about to point to twelve.In the noisy staff lounge, Bourbon found a woman who had just finished her makeup: "Miss Yamaguchi, I suddenly feel a little uncomfortable, and I am worried that I will be rude in front of distinguished guests. Can Miss Yamaguchi help me entertain guests upstairs? My row Ben is here—"

Yamaguchi's eyes lit up when she heard that she was upstairs, and she wished she could get acquainted with the distinguished guests upstairs, even if she couldn't develop a relationship, she could still earn a lot of tips.Immediately, he patted his swollen chest, and said proudly: "Sakurata-kun, go and rest, you don't feel well, you must be exhausted after working for so long just now! Leave your work to me!"

Bourbon thanked him with a smile. After complimenting him, he looked away, and his eyes met a middle-aged man unexpectedly.Bourbon remembered that this man was still chatting with the foreman in the morning, and he seemed to be on good terms.He nodded politely, pretended to have a stomachache, and walked inside.

The middle-aged man looked away thoughtfully.

Bourbon walked to the blind corner of the surveillance, put on his baseball cap calmly, and stood by the corridor not far from the private room on the second floor.After a commotion, the waiter directed a group of Caucasians up the stairs.

Bourbons have excellent eyesight.He clearly saw that the middle-aged and elderly man, who looked exactly like the current president published on the Yilaite Group's official website, was holding a black business bag in his arms, and did not let others handle it.

Bourbon walked into the monitoring room sideways, and easily knocked out the security guards with a few knives—they didn't even have time to yell.After destroying the monitoring and cutting off the power supply, Bourbon immediately rushed to the private room, put on night vision goggles, gently opened the door, and shouted eagerly: "Power failure! Gentlemen, are you okay?"

For the privacy of the conversation, the private room has always used completely blackout curtains.After the power was cut off, the entire space was dark.

The language mixed with American swearing had just spit out from the mouths of this group of elites, Bourbon took out his gun and shot decisively!

No one in the dark knew exactly what happened - they only had time to think: Ambush!Then there was a burst of gunfire, and the palms of several people were instantly pierced by bullets!

The rest of the people and the bodyguards hurriedly defended, but Bourbon directly attacked the package beside President Yilette!

The president was also very panicked. He hid behind the bodyguard and shouted, "Get out! Get out quickly!"

――Of course, is your own life more important than the contents of the bag?

Bourbon even thought a little bored.He picked up the bag and disappeared on the second floor as quickly as he had come.

At this time, the waiter downstairs had just gone upstairs.

As a member of the organization, Bourbon has the speed of action that stands out from the crowd.

Therefore, at the crime scene, often no one can capture the ghostly figure!

He walked smoothly to the underground parking garage, sat in the corner, and unzipped the business bag.The thing was heavier than he had imagined.

Zippered open, it's filled with everyone's favorite thing: fistfuls of dollar bills.

Bourbon's face turned extremely ugly.

"Ah... I was tricked by someone. It's really ugly."

Bourbon dropped his bag, took out his gun, and crouched on the back of the black Maybach.

He had carefully chosen this position.The only way for vehicles to enter and exit, and the noise outside can be faintly heard from the exit.

In broad daylight, and in the central area.There is no parking outside.If they send someone new to meet them, it will definitely cause riots among pedestrians.

——And if you come to the underground garage to pick up the car and escape...

Bourbon narrowed his eyes, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed straight at the direction of the stairs.

There are footsteps, hurriedly heard.

Surrounded by bodyguards, chairman Yilaite walked towards the Maybach.

"A bomb has been installed under this car." Bourbon's calm and steady voice echoed in the empty underground garage, and the bodyguards all raised their guns to stand ready, "If the shooting volume exceeds the spark load, even a Maybach will be hard to resist Shock?"

Chairman Yilaite waved his hand, and the bodyguards retracted their guns respectfully.The chairman tapped his cane and said calmly: "We have brought in 5000 billion US dollars. If you are not satisfied, you can discuss it again."

When Bourbon heard the "5000 billion" huge sum, his heart moved slightly, and he thought sarcastically: If he betrayed the organization for the 5000 billion, it probably wouldn't be surprising.

But he replied calmly: "There is no need to go around in circles. Money and life are not needed. All I need is-energy blocks."

The other party was silent for a moment, and then the chairman ordered a bodyguard to open the car door.

"Of course, the energy block is inside." The chairman said, with a chill in his voice, "Mr. Kudo, please."

――Mr. Kudo?

Bourbon was taken aback.

Why did the other party call him "Kudou"?

Unless, there are other people involved in this matter, and the other party mistook him for "Kudou"!

Suddenly a person stepped out of the opened car door.A middle-aged man with an unremarkable appearance was the one who talked with the consul in the morning. He was holding a handbag full of banknotes, which was exactly the same as the bag Bourbon got.

The middle-aged man said seriously: "There is no energy block in the car. Sir, please tell me honestly, where is it?"

Everyone present was taken aback by the sudden appearance of the man, and Bourbon couldn't believe it, he didn't notice the aura of this man at all!This is simply a provocation to his vigilance!

Who the hell is this man——

With Bourbon's turbulent heart, the man smiled and introduced himself: "I hope you don't cheat again. My code name is DRC. I welcome the chairman to visit in the future, but today—the energy block, I have to take it away."

"Unless you want your whole family to die, Mr. Antonio."

Chairman Antonio finally handed over the energy block to the middle-aged man.

He took a thin chip from his coat pocket.The banknotes in the handbag are just for deception.After all, no one knows what so-called energy looks like.The middle-aged man no longer questioned the authenticity of the chip, and accepted it with a smile.

"How did you know that?" Antonio asked.

"The Muse guides me like a mirror," said the man. "So farewell, sir."

Antonio seemed to get the answer he wanted, and walked away with his subordinates.

The middle-aged man was about to leave, and the next second he felt something cold and hard on his back. ——Bourbon grabbed him with a gun, and said in a dangerous tone: "Hand over the things!"

"The little wild cat won't be cute anymore if it indulges itself." The middle-aged man joked, "What if I say no?"

Bourbon nodded, "Then I'll grab it."

"Ah... you'd better be careful, don't get caught off guard. Otherwise, be careful not to be charged as a 'traitor'." The middle-aged man said, "Cats that are not teased are not welcome? No, no, no, I just opened a Just kidding." Sensing Bourbon's fierce gaze, the man restrained himself in a timely manner, "However, are you sure you want to continue talking here? The probability of unrelated people entering and leaving within 5 minutes is 58.1%, it's not worth the risk—"

"—Bourbon."

The middle-aged man spat out his code name, Bourbon raised his eyebrows, but still didn't take it back.

As he expected: this guy who suddenly appeared is also a member of the "organization".

DRC, Bourbon confirmed his identity the moment he heard the name.The top winery - the abbreviation of Romanee-Conti is DRC.Those who can have a wine code name are most likely members of the organization.But he was able to say Bourbon's code name directly. It seems that this person's status in the organization will not be low.

Bourbon walked to the opposite side of the man with a half-smile, pointed his black muzzle at the man's bald head: "Since you are a DRC senior, please explain why you suddenly took away my credit?"

Bourbon hates having his things taken away.

——Even if it is his high-level in the black organization, it is no exception.