Albert couldn't wait to share the joy with his friends, but the advice of the security guards couldn't be ignored, so he waited in the safe house until the time specified in the trip before taking the car to Jean-Georges.

The journey from Norman to New York was supposed to be simple and comfortable, with two Gulfstream business jets in Oklahoma and a Sikorsky helicopter in the underground laboratory building in Norman that cost more than a fifth-generation aircraft.

The superhelicopter was purchased exclusively for Albert, but the irony is that unless a serious and uncontrollable large-scale accident causes the underground laboratory building to start self-destructing procedures, Albert will be unlikely to travel in this helicopter.

Because this is Albert's private jet, he is the only one in the entire laboratory building who has access to it, and as soon as this helicopter takes off, someone will know that Dr. Amos has left the laboratory building and is flying in a wild and powerful helicopter.

Caesaro was extremely concerned about keeping the information of the company's veterans and senior technical personnel confidential, and on this trip, Albert first disguised himself as a fake identity that the company had paid for a large amount of money to board a civil aviation flight - his bodyguards also boarded the flight, although the bodyguards were unarmed after boarding, they were able to subdue the untrained gunmen with their bare hands - and after arriving in New York, Albert was escorted by the bodyguards to the safe house.

Escort is a more appropriate word, but the actual situation is more like escort, Albert is full of chagrin, but has to admit a fact: Caesaro is no longer the little cutie who started in the bungalow back then, and now it has grown into a dragon hovering in the cave, coveting the outside world at the same time, it will also protect the gold, silver and jewelry in the cave at all costs.

And he, Albert, as a member of Caesaro, even if he is an indispensable and important individual, even if he is one of the founders of the company, even if he is a member of the board of directors, but in the eyes of the dragon of Caesaro, he is an asset (important property), not a person of flesh and blood.

The dragon protects the property, but it doesn't care whether the "property" is happy or not, let alone the emotional needs of the "property".

What happens if "property" exhibits a strong personality and tries to break free from the grip of capital? Steve Jobs and Bailey Oldman have used their personal experiences to prove it.

The former was fired by Apple and was able to start his own business and achieve great success, and then he turned the tide and saved Apple from a desperate crisis, while the latter disappeared after being fired by Cathro and disappeared to this day.

Thinking of Bailey Oldman, the legendary founder who opened up the territory of Caesaro, Albert became even more irritated and accidentally inhaled the smoke of a cigar into his lungs.

After receiving the pure water from his bodyguard amid a violent cough, Albert thanked him, then looked at his watch and said, "I think it's time for us to go?" The traffic situation in New York is not like that of Norman, we have to consider the possibility of traffic jams, and being late is not a gentleman's behavior, not to mention that the host of the dinner is Councilor Charles. ”

"Sorry, Doctor, we can't modify the itinerary without permission, please be patient, everything we do is to ensure your safety, please understand."

The bodyguard bowed slightly, his tone was stiff, and he had a businesslike attitude. For five years, Albert stayed in the lab, taking care of his daily life by a blonde, long-legged, G-cup young female assistant, with little direct contact with the company's hired security personnel, and no personal friendship at all.

Since there is no friendship, there is no accommodation, after all, their allegiance is to Catharo, not Albert.

"Okay, I understand." Albert smiled wryly, "So, can I rest in the room for a while?" ”

"Of course." The bodyguard stood next to the seat, not moving.

Seeing that the bodyguard didn't understand what he meant, Albert shook his head helplessly and explained, "I mean, please leave me a little personal space. ”

The bodyguard blinked, but still didn't move.

"I thought it was a safe house, safe! House! ”

Albert was a little angry, he was a member of the board of directors after all, and the bodyguards didn't dare to be too angry.

Thinking that there were two heavily armed elite teams inside and outside the safe house, and even the ventilation ducts were guarded, even a fly would not want to fly into the house, the team's bodyguard nodded slightly, exited the door and took the door.

"Ugh." Albert sighed deeply, put down his cigar casually, turned over the cabinet, took out a dark beer from the Xiaoice box with constant electricity, and drank it happily.

The rare and brief silence was soon interrupted by the sound of the phone vibrating, and the smile that Albert forced on his face was even more bitter.

This is a private number, and the number of people who know it is only in the single digits, most of whom are no longer alive, such as Albert's parents and sister. Of the few people left, only Everett would call at this time, so I guess I was impatient to wait.

But after picking up the phone, Albert was stunned, and the screen of the phone was actually an unfamiliar number.

After a moment of hesitation, Albert pressed the answer button and tentatively said hello.

Then, a familiar voice came to my ears.

"Al, I ......"

It was Everett's voice, and it sounded a little uneasy.

"Who are you?" Albert asked deliberately, knowing that there were people who could now synthesize human voices with computers.

"Al, I'm I'm. F）。 I'm in trouble right now and need your help. ”

It was indeed Everett, and Albert confirmed it, because "F" was the nickname he gave to Everett when he was not yet ten years old, and the only people who knew this nickname were their deceased parents, except for each other, and this nickname had not been used for many years.

"What's going on?" Albert asked urgently, "Tonight is your fundraising dinner, where are you?" ”

"It's bad, Al, I don't think anyone is aware of my condition yet, I don't know where I am, I don't think anyone else knows where I am but them."

The uneasiness and worry in his voice grew stronger, gradually brewing into the panic that Albert could clearly feel.

"Them?" Albert was even more anxious, "Who are they?" What the hell is going on! ”

"I was kidnapped, they kidnapped me, although I was not harmed for the time being, but ......"

A pause of a few seconds made Albert panic, and he forcefully ripped open the first and second buttons of his shirt and asked, "But what?" Who are they? Is it the same people who kidnapped you before? ”

"Hello, Dr. Amos."

There was a different voice on the other side.

"Your guess is accurate, yes, it's us."