Chapter 959： : Trust the company! (EDG won the championship!!!)

The port of Le Havre lies quietly in the blue night.

The seagulls standing on the flagpole, closing their eyes and pretending to sleep, and the drunken crew shouting, coupled with the sound of the waves, made up the most moving night in the port of Le Havre.

"Ocean Ranch" refuses employees to gamble, but it does not mean that there is a lack of entertainment venues. The two high-end casinos that can accommodate more than 400 people are modeled on the characteristics of Las Vegas, and you can see people wearing all kinds of "sexy" clothes. Waiters walk among them.

There is also an exchange service on the cruise, but there is a commission, 3 points!

Rich people don't care about that, especially when they're winning.

In the monitoring room of the cruise ship, it covers an area of ​​about 400 square meters. Panels are hung on the walls, and every corner of the ship can be clearly seen. There are more than 20 analysis experts working here, all of whom belong to the umbrella company.

This is a "trip" that cannot go wrong.

"Hey, guys, I see someone I know." A black analyst with earphones suddenly said, the colleagues next to him turned their eyes, and the person in charge who was making coffee also came over and took Stir in glass with spoon.

The screen was focused on the boarding port. The face of an Asian man was wearing overalls, with a distinctive big nose and eyes full of slyness and vitality. He was accompanied by a black-haired woman in a gorgeous dress. Covering his face with his hands folded, he looked around.

"Meng Bo, private detective." The black analysis expert called up the list of background databases, which included his height, blood type, and resume. The Savior Company is working hard to build a huge information database, as long as anyone with a little reputation can Information searched, main provider: Yahoo!

This should be blatant misappropriation of other people's information, but what can you do? At present, the Internet does not have a qualified and well-thought-out law, which allows large companies to take advantage of loopholes, but few companies care about this. It should be around the turn of the millennium that Internet security, information, etc. are gradually valued.

Tang Dao has great ambitions and plans to build cloud computing and big data in advance. For example, this kind of video can lock a person and display his information. It is a masterpiece of the company's information department.

Therefore, if you want to get on the boat, you must first have an invitation letter. In addition to the 1,378 people who wrote their names, there are about 400 anonymous invitation letters. Therefore, in the black market, such an invitation letter has fetched 200,000 pounds!

For the rich, this may be a bar consumption.

You need an invitation letter to get on the boat, and then scan it with big data, and then go through the metal door. In this case, you can still come in with a weapon. I can only say that you are awesome. Organizations like "Toy People" are really in a state of distress. .

"Why is he here?" The person in charge of the analysis department frowned, his head was a little dizzy, "This man is a scourge, accidents happen wherever he goes." He pointed to the information on the side as he spoke.

"He was on the scene of the New York bank robbery last month."

"He was at the armed protests in Valencia last year."

"Damn it, I don't want him on this ship." The person in charge said with a nod, which aroused the laughter of his colleagues, and some encouraged the security guards to throw him into the sea.

The person in charge shrugged, "Forget it, the people from the security department can solve the problem. Those muscular men are very free now. By the way, what are they doing?"

"Sir, they're playing music on the human exoskeleton." An analyst sitting in front of the panel said, and also called up a video from the security department. Play music on the exoskeleton, adjust the sound of the monitor, and you can vaguely hear a rock song.

Everyone in the analysis department thinks they are not normal at all, but you can't "reason" with them, because in terms of force value, the three A teams equipped with human exoskeletons plus short-dash B-rank members with bulletproof shields, swing sticks, and stun guns can definitely crush them.

"Okay, gentlemen, let's do our own thing. It's 19:21 in the evening. Do you need supper?" The person in charge of the analysis department said with a smile, "I'm going to the cafeteria."

"Boss, you are not allowed to walk around during work." A colleague said awkwardly.

"Rules are dead after all, aren't they, Kevin?"

The colleague hesitated, hesitated and nodded.

"Bring me a cheese bun."

"Boss, I want some pasta."

…

The person in charge who walked out of the analysis room first went to the bathroom outside, nodded to a colleague from another department who was urinating inside, hummed a ditty, walked into the innermost pit, locked the door, and sat down pretendingly. On the toilet, after waiting for about four or five minutes, I stood up, opened the lid of the water storage behind the toilet, and took out a plastic bag from it, which contained white crystals in a small bag.

His eyes were shining brightly, and his hands were trembling a little.

Take out a box of tinfoil from the overalls, pour the crystals carefully on it, stick out your nose and start smoking...

This expression looks like ZA!

Then he slumped on the toilet in contentment, with his head held high and saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth. This turned out to be a drug addict, and he hadn't been caught by the company's internal discipline inspection department yet?

The Savior Company has zero tolerance for addicts. This thing can devour people's brains and corrode the body. Tang Dao will not be a person who saves the world, but he will not allow such people among his subordinates.

And an expatriate head of the analysis department turned out to be a drug addict. Most importantly, how did he escape the medical examination and random inspection? Is there any cover for insiders?

Of course, if he wasn't caught, it meant he was lucky.

After the person in charge came out of the toilet, he washed his face, looked at the mirror and lowered his eyelids. The pupils inside were scarlet, and he pulled off the dead skin on his mouth. He put his hands on the table and took a deep breath. Just as he was about to leave At that time, an Asian man with eyes walked into the toilet door. He smiled and said in very standard Italian, "Mr. Balck is very nice to meet you."

The pupils of the person in charge froze slightly. Because of the nature of their tasks, they hardly contacted outsiders, only their colleagues. When an unknown person suddenly called out their name, the sense of surprise and absurdity was full.

And his intuition tells Balk that this person... is smiling a bit fake.

"I don't know you." The expression on Balk's face dragged slightly, he frowned, and wanted to leave, but the other party still smiled, "I came here with good intentions, your child in Turin must be very proud of you family sacrifice."

Balk's breath stagnates, "Who the **** are you!"

"Me? I'm just a broker. My name is San Honda Hideo." The man took half a step back and bowed slightly, as if only bowing could be in line with their national characteristics.

"Let's go have a drink, I'll treat you." Mimoto Hideo invited. After speaking, he stepped aside halfway and looked at Balk, who finally nodded with a solemn expression.

…

Twenty minutes later.

In the VIP living area of ​​the Ocean Ranch, Hideo San Honda was humming music, in an exceptionally good mood, and even generously tipped a waiter $30, walked back to her room, and locked the door behind her.

The VIP room has an area of ​​about 60 square meters. In addition to basic home appliances, there are also high-quality Cohiba cigars, which are limited per person. It is also repurchased through social connections, otherwise it would not be able to satisfy so many people.

Hideo San Honda lit a cigar first, then poured himself a glass of red wine, sat on the sofa, turned on the TV, picked up his mobile phone, a number was stored on it, and sent a text message, "OK, it's done, please put The final payment will be credited to my account."

Soon there was a message back, "Happy cooperation!"

"Oh!" Mihonda threw his phone on the sofa, raised his hand excitedly, and drank the red wine. The order was completed by himself. Apart from the commission that the company needs to give to the company, he can still get about $110,000!

He didn't know who the employer was, and the message he sent just now was also for the company. If there is no strong team behind him, can San Honda Ying walk into the Ocean Ranch?

The company is very large, and the business it does is very complicated. Brokers and pimping are just one of the businesses. Mihon Tianying is one of the best. He once found a chicken for a high-level eagle sauce, and the quality was good, and this He also snatched the business alone, the employer gave too much money.

Messianic company?

Afraid of him a bird!

The company behind San Honda Ying has daily brokerage tasks targeting world powers. He is not afraid of these, isn't it just a company? No matter how powerful that man is, he is not a **** after all.

As long as you give money, your parents will sell it. This is San Honda Ying’s value. He has lived in a merchant family since he was a child, and he understands the importance of money earlier than his peers. When he was 14 years old, he used 2,000 yen to find that I have liked my sister for a long time, and I hope to make him a man, everything is going well.

In a society of economic depression, who can refuse banknotes?

San Honda Yingdu has already thought about what the money will be used for, investing in real estate. He has a good vision. He thinks that the price of the foot pot chicken neighbors will definitely increase, so he is now buying a few sets to store.

Then wait a few more years before you can retire...

At that time, the company will also give a pension.

Life is good.

San Hondaying was lying on the sofa with his head held high, dreaming about the future. At this moment, someone knocked on the door. He was shocked and turned to look at the door, "Who?"

"Sir, waiter, here you show that the wiring in the house is faulty, let's come and check it out." There was a female voice at the door, which made Mimoto Tianying feel a little more at ease. After hesitating for a while, he stood up and opened the door. More things are worse than less one thing.

He also leaned over the cat's eye and looked, oh well, she's pretty pretty, she's a blonde in work clothes, and it's Mimoto Tianying's dish, he couldn't help but smile, and opened the door, who knows, before he opened his mouth, Seeing that the other party kicked him in, and fell heavily on the ground, San Honda held his chest, and before he could react, four or five big men rushed in from the outside, pressing him tightly.

"Let go of me...me!" San Honda Ying didn't say anything after that, his eyes widened, and he saw Balk standing in front, looking at him expressionlessly, with hatred in his eyes.

"I leave it to you, Moore." Balk said, looking at the strong man beside him.

Moore nodded with a smile. There was a scar on his face, and he looked very hideous. He looked at San Honda Ying and licked his tongue, "Don't worry, my favorite is the little boy. I have reported it to the company. Don't worry about your family. No one can threaten us!"

Balk nodded indifferently, watching San Honda Ying being gagged and handcuffed, what? You mean human rights? Don't be kidding, isn't that thing used to target others?

That black dog wearing a suit, wearing glasses, sitting on the "dining table" and claiming to be a civilized person must not have a good life for a few years. The washing powder method he invented tells a truth that a hard fist is enough!

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Except for those few countries, the Savior Company should not be afraid of anyone, as its strength allows!

"Sorry, gentlemen, this is a habit of stealing. We found that many VIPs lost their belongings. This is a mistake in our work. For this reason, each VIP can get 20,000 US dollars in chips from the casino. I am very sorry." Responsible The PR waitress apologized to the surrounding audience.

Then everyone suddenly realized that they were catching a thief. Some responded with nods and smiles, while others looked thoughtful. They looked at the action team at the door wearing human exoskeletons, carrying short ammo and bulletproof shields. The thief in your family is What are you doing? Need such a big battle?

But there are still a small number of people who find that their human exoskeleton seems to be different from the outer version, and they are also equipped with full-face helmets!

A black covered helmet made of unknown material, with cold light flashing, you can't see the inside, but you always feel that the people inside are looking at you It's like a future soldier, the technology of the savior company has already Have you reached this level?

What is the function of this helmet, no one knows, but this equipment has entered the eyes of interested people, and sooner or later they will ask.

Those melon-eaters who got the "benefits" all left. Seeing that no one was watching, Hideo San Honda looked desperate. Why, these people are so indifferent!

He was dragged into the elevator. Moore gestured towards the surveillance camera above, then turned around with a grinning grin, and punched San Hondaying in the abdomen. Suddenly, the eyeballs of the other party were about to be punched out, and he opened his eyes. In an instant, blood surged up, and the whole face began to turn red. The activist members on both sides let go of their hands, and San Honda Hideo knelt down with a plop, clutching his stomach, breathing rough and painful.

Moore grabbed his hair, approached the other person's ear, took a deep breath, and his tone gradually became gloomy, "I'll ask you one by one, and you should say it yourself. If I ask you, don't doubt how many bones you can break." ,and also…"

"I'm a little bit, I want to kill you!"

San Hondaying's pupils shrank suddenly.