Charlie asked, "Isn't this the same as what you said earlier?" Helena stuck out her tongue cheekily. "At least the order has changed. There's still a difference." Speaking of which, Helena said, "What you asked me to do is a piece of cake for me. It isn’t right to accept your money again..." Charlie affirmed earnestly, "Listen, this is the last price. Go to Harrison, and we will split the money 50-50 when it's done. If that's fine, we'll proceed. If you don't want to take the deal, I'll find someone else to help me." Helena felt both joy and concern as she looked at Charlie, with his overwhelming display of masculinity. The joy was obvious—not because of money, but because Charlie was always thinking of her and cared about her. As for the concern, it wasn't about being unable to repay the favor, as that was already impossible. Her real worry was that none of her fantasies about men could ever compare to even a fraction of Charlie himself. Having fallen into this love trap,
Meanwhile, Harrison was on the verge of collapse. Although his men had already cleaned up the scene and he had hidden Hank and the others away, even planning to send them overseas at the right moment, he was still extremely anxious. He had expended so much effort and endured so much pressure from the public, yet he had not been able to locate the Four-Sided Treasure Tower. That was still not the worst part. He had even implicated the Qing Eliminating Society. What was even worse was that he had inexplicably killed a core member of the Qing Eliminating Society. The misery would be worth it if he could hide the truth from the Qing Eliminating Society and recover the Four-Sided Treasure Tower. But if, by any chance, the tower could not be retrieved and the Qing Eliminating Society came after him for revenge, he'd really be wishing for death. The torment over the past few days had caused his blood pressure to rise continuously. After examining him, his personal doctor strongl
"No problem," Emmett reassured with a smile. "Don't worry about it. Everything has already been arranged. The flight will land in Eastcliff in two hours, and military journalists will be there to capture some footage. At 10 p.m., some edited footage will be handed over for the evening news broadcast. You can keep an eye on it." "Wonderful!" Charlie beamed. "I'll wait for the news to be released." - Just as Emmett's plane took off from Aurous Hill, the Boeing 777 plane that Fleur was on finally landed at New York Kennedy Airport. On the plane, Fleur was feeling a little cramped and agitated. Despite her determination to come to the United States for the Four-Sided Treasure Tower, she couldn't help but feel a subtle sense of unease when she thought about how she'd recently broken decades of low-profile living and had been going out frequently. Fleur had almost never left the base since the beginning of the Cold War between the United States and the Soviet Union in the last ce
The disappearance of the coordinate points did not necessarily mean that the corresponding member of the Qing Eliminating Society had died, but it did mean that he had lost contact. The Qing Eliminating Society had very strict disciplinary requirements for members like Zekeiah who were on long-term missions outside the base, and the punishment for losing contact was very severe. If the disconnection was intentional and malicious, once caught, the person could be executed on the spot. Even if they managed to hide, it wouldn't help as the poison in their body had a set activation period. If they didn't receive the antidote within the deadline, they would surely die. If the disconnection was due to negligence, such as forgetting to charge the special phone or equipment malfunction, the organization would not let it slide easily either. Depending on the situation, they would send an envoy to punish the individual. In the lightest case, that person would have to take a special poison
The medical staff were busy with their duty of tending to the patients, while the security department was like a cat on a hot tin roof. The reason for their anxiety was that two very bizarre incidents had happened this morning. The first incident was that the patient in Ward 1707 had been found dead in his bed earlier that morning. The preliminary cause of death was acute morphine intoxication, and the autopsy report from the police was in progress. The hospital reviewed the patient's medical records. As he had been admitted to hospital following a car accident, he had indeed been injected with morphine last night to relieve the pain, but the recorded dosage was very safe and unlikely to cause morphine overdose, so the possibility of homicide was not ruled out. Secondly, this morning, as the staff responsible for the surveillance system discovered that the system had some minor vulnerabilities that needed fixing, they opted for an automatic repair, but after the repair was comp
Hearing the policeman's answer, Fleur felt even more depressed. Zekeiah and Mr. Zorro had both disappeared from Manhattan Hospital, and Zekeiah's assistant had died in this hospital. It went without saying that there had to be an enemy behind the scenes. Now, there was only one body left of the three, and the other two seemed to have vanished off the face of the earth. It made Fleur extremely anxious. Zekeiah's assistant was found dead in the morning. The coordinate point of Zekeiah and Mr. Zorro was in the hospital at midnight, and they had disappeared before dawn. Fleur figured that if they were attacked, this person would have killed Zekeiah and Mr. Zorro first and Zekeiah's assistant next. She mumbled under her breath, "Why did that person kill Zekeiah's assistant? What kind of threat would an injured patient pose to him? Could the assistant have seen him?" Thinking about this, she immediately asked, "Is there any evidence that the patient was murdered?" The policeman s
Enraged, Fleur queried, "Zekeiah disappeared early this morning. How did he leave the hospital? Don't you know?" "No," the policeman answered honestly. "All the CCTV footage is gone. To find clues, we can only rely on forensic experts to search the crime scene bit by bit, but the clues at the crime scene have been destroyed. Not even a complete footprint or fingerprint can be extracted, so for the time being, we don't know how they left." As Harrison's henchman, Hank might not be the most powerful martial artist, but he was a professional agent and very good at handling various clues. Charlie had ordered him to stay here yesterday to clean up all the clues and make it difficult for the police and Fleur to make any breakthroughs, and Hank had completed his task flawlessly. Fleur felt a deep sense of powerlessness. At the thought of the Four-Sided Treasure Tower, she queried, "The antique dealer... B-Biden Cole, right? Isn't he admitted here? Where is he now?" The policeman answe
"No." The policeman shook his head. "I have nothing to add." Sighing in disappointment, Fleur glared at the two policemen and commanded, "Listen, don't tell anyone about your encounter with me. If you have any leads, come to the Starbucks across the hospital. I'll be there." "Okay." The two policemen stared ahead blankly, but they nodded firmly. Fleur ignored them, turned around, and walked out of the hospital. Tarlon was waiting outside the hospital. Seeing Fleur come out so quickly, he hurried forward and whispered, "Lord, why did you come out so quickly? Have you found any clues?" With a gloomy expression, Fleur shook her head. She felt that she had reached a dead-end, but she couldn't give up. So, she coldly ordered Tarlon, "Call Esteban Briggs of the Left Military Governor Office and ask him to mobilize all the intelligence networks of the office in the country to locate Zekeiah, Mr. Zorro, and that antique dealer at all costs! Whoever finds them will be handsomely rewar