Bartholomew didn't flip through the material, his eyes stared at the paper that the printer spit out, "Kid, is it safe?" ”

"Of course, dear father. The male voice replied, "I didn't start any of the triggers, the result was output as a paper print, and 1048 sheets of A4 paper were required without shrinking. ”

"No, erase your memories, I don't want anyone to get their hands on this information in any way. The old man commanded in a calm tone,

Without any hesitation, the male synthesized voice sounded again: "I miss you so much, dear father, your heart rate is 15% higher than normal, do you need me to call a doctor, your current condition is slightly beyond the safe range." ”

"No need, kid, goodbye. Bartholomew snapped his fingers,

"Farewell, dear Father. After saying goodbye without any emotion, the voice disappeared,

Muhammad put the second book on his desk and replaced it with new printer paper, this time less than half a pack of A4 paper was used, the printer's working light went out, and the third bound material appeared very thin, 1048 sheets of A4 paper full of data were piled high in front of Brandon Bartholomew, and the old man sighed: "Which operator noticed the anomaly?" ”

"Number 3. Muhammad did not bother to wipe the beads of sweat from his forehead, bowed slightly to the doctor, and replied, "A very intelligent Arab girl, a Lebanese, who has been in the company for four years and two months, and has no relatives in Europe. ”

Bartholomew stared at each other wearily: "Make the necessary sacrifices, remember Zola's famous words." ”

"Just as a mother sometimes sacrifices for the dear creature she gives birth to, we should not cherish ourselves, but we should be prepared to give our lives for its success. Muhammad recited respectfully, "I know what to do, doctor." ”

"Very good, I'll go back, I'll take care of this matter, you don't need to follow up anymore. The old man stood up and patted the stack of printer paper: "Is there a suitable container?" ”

The head of the Xenomorph Intelligence Section nodded, opened the closet and took out a case of Glenfiddich single malt whisky, and showed it to Bartholomew: "You see, there is a lead coating on the inside of the box, which can isolate the detection and ensure that you can return to the office safely, but the weight of the paper is heavy, and the weight detector in the main building has to be figured out by yourself." ”

The doctor didn't say much, put the materials into the wine box, sealed the box, lifted the heavy box and walked out, Muhammad opened the door for him, and a bright smile suddenly appeared on his face: "Very good whiskey, right, Doctor, these two bottles are my last stock, next time it will be your turn to prepare the wine." ”

"At the end of the day, I'm still a fan of The Macallan. Bartholomew smiled back, "I'm used to the sherry in the whisky, and I'm a little tired of the cask product." ”

Muhammad laughed, "Okay, well, 20 years Macallan is the subject of the next meeting, it's not far away, goodbye, doctor." ”

"Goodbye. ”

Brandon Bartholomew waved his hand, walked alone through the quiet corridor, and when he walked to the elevator door, the special elevator for GTC important people had automatically descended to the 28th floor underground, opened the door and waited for the VIP to arrive, the doctor walked into the elegantly decorated elevator room, pressed the button on the 5th floor above ground, the elevator door slowly closed, the old man closed his eyes, trying to slow down his heartbeat,

When the elevator reached the 13th basement floor, it slowed down, and an old man with a pair of thin and withered eyes like an eagle walked in, and when he saw him, he looked a little surprised: "Brandon, you are a rare visitor to hell, come down and play." ”

The last person Bartholomew wanted to see at this time was the director of the Ninth Division of the GTC in front of him, Guy Cookry, the Gestapo inside the GTC, who compared the underground building of the "Genesis" headquarters building to hell, which is an old joke at the top of the GTC, and the doctor smiled slightly: "I can't resist the temptation of Mephisto." As he spoke, he lifted the wine box and showed it to the other party.

Bartholomew was talking about the allusion to the fallen demon in Faust, and Cook grinned disapprovingly, showing his bright red gums: "Twelve years of Glenfiddich, a bit of an interesting choice, I guess it's Muhammad from the Communications, that chocolate-colored guy likes old world things the most, I suspect he has a Persian magic lamp in his little closet, hee-hee, this is a two-bottle wine crate, would you mind giving me one." ”

The white-haired doctor smiled calmly: "Of course I don't mind, come back to my office with me and find a handbag for you." ”

"Then sell your Wagner arias and unpalatable Earl Grey tea. The head of the ninth department had a wrinkled face, as if he was worried about Bartholomew's taste, "If you want me to say, the music has to be driven by a metal band, and if you drink tea, you might as well drink a cold beer, and your aristocratic problems should be left to the older bastards." ”

At this time, the elevator slowly stopped, the first floor hall arrived, Cook Rui walked out with his hands behind his back, the sliding door slowly closed, Bartholomew exhaled a long breath, and then a thin hand "banged" the elevator door, preventing the elevator from continuing to rise,

"I say, Brandon......" Cook Rui stared at the man in the elevator with wrinkled eyes, and his shallow and almost colorless pupils shone with the ferocity of a predator, "I have heard that you have a good relationship with Muhammad." ”

"We just drink together once in a while, and he also likes jazz. Bartholomew replied quietly, with a smile on his face: "You are also interested in listening to Diana Crowe's first vinyl record together." ”

Cook closed his knife-like lips tightly, looked the white-haired doctor up and down for a long time, and left a sentence: "Stay away from him, there is a problem inside the communications office, and when I get everything clear, I don't want to see your old face standing in the ranks of suspects with a sign." ”

The dry claws were withdrawn, the elevator doors closed, and Bartholomew tried his best to calm his thumping heart, handed the wine box to his left hand, and rubbed his sweaty right palm on his pants,

When the fifth floor arrived, as soon as he stepped out of the elevator door, Dr. Bartholomew exclaimed, stumbled and almost fell, and the full-time secretary behind the desk at the door immediately left his seat and greeted him, "Doctor, are you all right?" ”

"I'm fine, rheumatism is just a crime, pushing my wheelchair over. The doctor waved his hand and leaned against the elevator door to rest, and the secretary quickly pushed the wheelchair and helped Dr. Bartholomew to sit down, and the old man held the heavy wine box in his arms and ordered, "Push me into the office." ”

"Are you sure, in this case, you should go home and rest? "The secretary was concerned,

"I'm just hurting my legs, and I'm not old and confused, go ahead. The Doctor stretched out his hand and pointed forward,

There are only two offices on the fifth floor of the GTC headquarters building, the east wing belongs to Brandon Bartholomew, and the west wing is owned by the current GTC executive chairman Dr. Mark Thompson.

The sound of the secretary's footsteps and rubber tires rolling echoed through the quiet hallway, "Wait a minute. The doctor suddenly raised his hand and signaled a pause, and before the secretary could lean down and ask why, Bartholomew gave the next order: "Nothing, I'm sorry, go on." ”

The two well-decorated doors opened automatically, and the secretary's toes stepped on the fluffy and soft wool carpet, and he stopped in a restrained manner, "Doctor, are you sure there is no problem. ”

"Of course, thank you. Bartholomew nodded gratefully to him and pushed the wheelchair into the office, the oak door slowly closing, "If you need anything...... the secretary's respectful bow was isolated outside the two-foot-thick door,

The doctor stood up, walked to his desk with a wine crate, fell into his comfortable swivel chair, and breathed a sigh of relief, his office was his refuge, his bunker, his fortress, with the help of Genesis, there was no known sound and light detection method that could spy on the information in the east wing office on the fifth floor of the GTC headquarters, and in the whole world, he could put down his disguise and rest completely, and this was the only place,

GTC Executive Chairman Mark Thompson's first move after taking office was to launch the "Senior Personnel Security Program", which included 49 GTC senior executives, including Brandon Bartholomew and himself, into the scope of surveillance, and the plan to protect GTC's senior security under the banner of counter-terrorism threats was unanimously approved by the 12 GTC executive members. Surrounded by thermal radiation sensors, even the corridors of the GTC headquarters are equipped with a variety of detection equipment such as sound, image, body temperature, heartbeat, perspective, weight, air composition and attitude judgment.

Pretending to be sick in a wheelchair, being pushed through the corridor by the secretary, and pausing at the location of the weight sensor are all means of interfering with weight detection, and as long as the added weight and volume are logically reasonable, the anomaly alarm will not be triggered.

"Endless struggle...... Dr. muttered to himself, leaning back in his chair, grabbing half a glass of whiskey on the table and drinking it down, "the greatest success of my life is also the most regrettable thing, and countless of us together have finally opened the gates of hell for mankind after a lifetime of hard work......"

Reciting the famous words of Wenner von Braun, the father of rocketry, the inventor of the German Nazi V1 rocket and the creator of the concept of long-range nuclear strikes, Bartholomew took off his glasses and rubbed his brow wearily, which triggered an automatic mechanism in the office, and a nice synthesized male voice sounded: "You are tired, dear father." ”

Bartholomew nodded,

The intercom phone on the desktop automatically lit up the red light for hands-free calls, and a second later, the secretary picked up the phone: "What do you command, doctor?" ”

The voice of Dr. Bartholomew, synthesized by a quantum computer, instructed on the phone: "Cancel all schedules, no one will answer the phone except Mark, I will not leave the office for three days, call my apartment and let them take care of my dog." ”

"Okay, Doctor,,, please don't forget to take your medication. ”

When the call ended, Bartholomew sighed, opened the wine box and took out the thick data report, put on his glasses, and began to slowly flip through it,