204, the same identity as a mystery

Mexico City, Ansures.

Near a three-storey gray building on Nimaka Boulevard, the bronze plaque on the wall is inscribed 'Pan American Biotechnology Inc.' in black letters, and the bronze plaque is embedded in the stone slab to the left of the main entrance, which is only one of the six bronze plaques on the stone slab, interspersed with several law and accounting firms, it is not at all conspicuous and rarely attracts the attention of passers-by.

Occupying the second and third floors, Pan Am's office never accepts unsolicited visitors, and if you happen to pass by their office door, you will see ordinary business. At the front desk on the first floor, a young gentleman in a well-fitting suit and bow tie sits behind the glass at the reception counter. The counter looks like glass, but it's actually bulletproof polycarbonate plastic. Behind him is a small room with no furniture other than a few molded plastic chairs, and a door on the left that leads to the office on the third floor.

Of course, no one noticed that the receptionist was actually fully armed. He was once a commando in a world-renowned unit and had a lot of combat experience. You won't find security cameras hidden in every corner, passive infrared motion detectors, and balanced magnetic switches hidden inside doors.

The conference room is buried deep in the other offices, but in fact a room within a room, with a rubber block up to half a meter thick between the interior unit and the concrete wall outside, so that no vibrations, especially the sound of human speech, are conducted. The conference cubicle is also linked to a full-band antenna system that is constantly searching for HF, UHF, VHF and microwave signals. In short, any attempt to eavesdrop on the conversation in the room is connected to the antenna by a spectrum analyzer that finds all anomalies across the entire spectrum.

The thick mahogany conference table was empty except for a large ashtray and a telephone, and two people sat at one end. Their conversation is protected by double anti-surveillance, a white noise generator and a so-called 'cacophony tape' – something that makes the room sound like it's in a noisy bar. Even if someone had figured out a way to circumvent tight security, it would not be possible to separate the conversation from the background noise in the content of the surveillance.

The older of the two was on the phone, using a tap-proof phone in a boxy black box. He was pale and anxious, looked to be fifty-six or seventeen years old, wore gold-rimmed glasses, had a double chin, oily skin, dyed unnaturally yellow-brown, and had a receding hairline. His name is Liam. Bullock, the owner of a business specializing in import and export trade. As for the actual identity, it was the liaison of another man next to him, an analyst in a certain department in the United States.

Bullock said a few words, in a calm tone and at a rapid pace, in Spanish, and finally hung up the phone and told the man next to him, "Ghana, the clue is broken, Bogotá is being pursued, and there is little hope." ”

Egg-greened, Garner hung up his beard, revealing a blue chin, thick black eyebrows like two large knives, and he wore a sky-blue shirt and an off-white linen jacket on another chair.

"It's not easy to track down a businessman who has a decent fortune in his name, but it's much easier than it is to track down someone who doesn't have one, isn't it?" Garner nodded thoughtfully, "Vaux's tax file is public, so his property is just a number on the server. The problems you're having right now are all too normal, and a lot of people are going to build legal shields for people like Vaux to keep them out of the way. ”

Bullock didn't answer, just stared at Garner's rapidly humming lips with his brown eyes, his expression serious and funny. Playing with a pin in his hand.

Sighing lightly, Garner reached out and picked up his shirt from the seat next to him, took out a cut cigar and match from his pocket, lit the cigarette, and did not immediately put it to his mouth, but looked at Bullock, "Where do you pay the mercenary team?" As far as I know, this fee is not incurred by the Volks. And how was the bribe paid for his participation in the election? How much was given? Have you looked for this clue? ”

"We traced Gordon and a few other people's accounts, from the National Bank of Colombia and Brazil to an account in the Cayman Islands, but unfortunately that didn't work." Bullock looked like "Of course I checked it", "Our intelligence confirms that this account has a lot of recent activity, and one of them is related to Mexico, but unfortunately, it can't be checked next." It's one thing to know the origin of a sum of money, but it's another thing to know who's behind it, and can we ask through formal channels? ”

"Unlikely to be sexual. Such an investigation would undermine the secrecy of the operation, and Bullock would mean that anyone who wanted to stop our investigation could easily do so. The network that I spent more than a decade building was going to be destroyed overnight, and it meant endangering many lives. By the end, Garner had lowered his voice and roared.

The bureaucracy never understands what the lower echelons are doing, and even if you spend your life to complete the task, it is just a few words of paper that records your life, and then burns it with a lighter, and everything will go back to the way it was.

"After all, the use of a head account is not just for opening an account, some people start to use the head account model to open a company in a tax haven, and the money will be transferred around the accounts of various businesses until it disappears into a shell company or bank in the Virgin Islands, Cayman, Nauru, Bermuda. So, if you ask us to investigate with the information we have at hand, it's going to be very difficult to make progress. Bullock's oily face showed a look of embarrassment, and the pin in his hand twisted and turned.

"Will. Turan's death is too great a loss for us. Volks' original strategy was to use assets to give away and lease back, as long as Will is still around, sooner or later he will show his feet, after all, Will is the only male in his family, and the possibility of a gift is extremely high. Garner spat out the smoke in his mouth and itched his teeth at the Chinese who had been killed halfway.

It's not that you can't kill the Chinese, for people who are not their teammates, Ghana is worthy of the words 'ruthless'. It's just that Will is dead, and those Chinese have been making trouble for Volks, which has delayed Ghana's murderous intentions, after all, the more chaotic Volks, the easier it is to have problems.

But the killer who misses often doesn't even have a chance to report the news.

"Speaking of which, let me digress the subject, Ghana, your daughter, doesn't you need our protection?"

"Oh my God!" Garner rolled his eyes, he didn't want to answer such idiotic questions from the bureaucrat in front of him. The recent attacks have become more and more intensive, although Ghana knows that he has many enemies, and he may also have a share of Vaux, after all, Vaux's control of Mexico's casinos and pornography industry has just begun, and he will definitely not have any conflict with himself on the surface, but it does not prevent him from doing a small favor when others want to get rid of Ghana.

But do you want to tell the idiot in front of you that you sent your daughter directly under the noses of Barranquilla and Vaux? Such a ploy may seem foolish, but Vaux would never have imagined that José, the underground king of Barranquilla, would be a brother with whom Ghana had a fateful friendship.

"Whatever, I'm sorry for the attack on Bar Street." Seeing that Garner didn't want to say much, Bullock didn't force it, shrugged his shoulders and walked over perfunctorily. The pin in his hand, which he had been abused for several minutes, finally broke off from it.

"I don't blame you." Garner took another hard puff on his cigar, his thick fingers flicking the ashes, and pursed his lips to blow into the smoke that swirled in the air. "She's an adult. Brock, Vaux believes in the power of the web, which is what he has fought for all his life, but it is also the most important key. The network is composed of many people, it is a whole, it is a composite structure. The network is completely invisible to those who don't belong to them. And judging by the disappearance of offshore accounts, it is the same even for some insiders. Its influence is enormous, and its power is astonishing. ”

"I'm a little scared of what you said." Bullock raised an eyebrow.

"Of course, you have to be afraid. I've spent more than a decade doing these things, and I know their squalor better than you sit in your office, and I've been experiencing the horrors in the case files that you've seen every day, every moment. Therefore, we have to do everything we can to cut off the possibility of Volks joining the anti-black and anti-violence team first. ”

"Is Gordon your guy or not?" Bullock put away his funny expression, and out of nowhere, pulled out another pin and began to play with it.

Garner's expression was surprised, and his huge body leaned forward, "Of course not, you don't have to doubt me about this, I also want to know, what is he trying to do, fake Vaux's mouth, selling information to Diggle, has proven a lot of problems." Could he be from some other department? I don't think it's like Gordon's personality is more like a real bad guy. ”

"Is it judged by your standards?"

"Of course." Garner replied quickly, his eyes narrowing and he burst out laughing.

The pin in his hand snapped, and Brock arranged the two small pieces of metal neatly with the previous two, and stared at the tabletop, "Garner, thank you for your hard work, Volks, let's take your last job before retirement." ”

"I hope so!" Garner leaned back and let out a comfortable breath.

He watched as Bullock pushed his chair behind him, stood up, nodded to himself again, picked up his coat and walked towards the door. But he didn't want to move, he was lazy, and he didn't even want to stand up and send him off.

"Goodbye Ghana."

"When we say goodbye, give me some good news, Bullock, or I'll be a real drug dealer." Garner waved his hand without hesitation, and when he heard the click of the lock, he adjusted his posture and took a deep puff on his cigar.

The last thing is that I can take my daughter to retire.

The question is, how long do you live? Can it be done?

Is that template on Morey or not? Ghana's mind suddenly took a big leap of space.