Thanks to George's efforts, he finally got to know something about the new United Nations Organization.

The information was provided by retired Interpol Mark Herbert Walker Bush, who was involved in the investigation of the 9/11 terrorist attacks.

The place where I met Mark Herbert Walker Bush was in an old coffee shop.

Although he is old, his body is still very tough, he walks like flying, and at first glance he is the kind of person who kills decisively, and the hand that he stretched out to shake with Zhao Mingding is still strong and powerful.

"Look at the New York Times report, you were once kidnapped by Blackwater International?" As soon as he sat down, Mark smiled and asked George, "You put a big ad for yourself for free this time!" ”

"Haha, that's thanks to Barton arriving in time, otherwise I don't know what the outcome would be." George didn't care at all, "As a soldier, sometimes on the battlefield, you rely on miracles to survive." ”

"That's it." Mark nodded in agreement.

"I once arrested an international drug trafficker and was out for dinner with my family on vacation, and my daughter gave me a silver cigarette case as a birthday present.

Halfway through the meal, I occasionally looked up and saw the drug dealer about to walk out of the restaurant, so I followed, but he turned around and shot me in the chest.

I was on leave that day, and I was not wearing body armor, and I saw the prisoner shoot me in the chest, thinking that I was going to die, but who knew that the silver cigarette case that my daughter gave me happened to be in the left breast pocket, blocking the bullet for me and saving me from death. ”

Mark said, pulling out the silver cigarette case that had saved his life from his left pocket.

The silver cigarette case was the size of a palm, with a polished and shiny surface, and the lid was carved with a horse with two hooves in the air, and a bullet hole just passed under the horse's hooves.

Mark opened the cigarette case, only to see that there was a thick silver partition inside, which divided the inside of the cigarette case into two layers, and there was a recess in the lower layer where a lighter could be placed.

The bullet passed through the lid, through the partition, and hit the lighter, which was also silver-cased, but instead of penetrating, it made a circular dent.

Mark lifted the lid of the lighter with his thumb, snapped, lit the fire, and then pressed his thumb on the lid, and the lid was closed again, followed by five fingers to flexibly pull the lighter, let it spin and fly between the fingers, fingering skill, not a day's work.

There were tears in Mark's eyes.

George and Zhao Mingding looked at Mark with concern, waiting for the next sentence, and did not say a word.

"Although I escaped death under the protection of this silver cigarette case, my wife and daughter still failed to escape the clutches of international drug trafficking organizations." Mark took a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped his eyes, "Whatever you want to know, just say it, as long as I know, I'll tell you everything." ”

"George said, you ever looked into the new UN organization?" Zhao Mingding showed Mark the previous video.

"Actually, I made this video." Mark looked at the video that Zhao Mingding showed him, "It's just that badge, archived, and kept at Interpol headquarters." ”

"Can you tell us what kind of organization the new United Nations is? Who is it organized by? Who is the leader? What is the purpose? Where is the address of the headquarters" Zhao Mingding listened to Mark's words, his eyes lit up, and he threw out several questions in a row.

"From the information I have so far, the new United Nations can only be described as an emerging global association of countries, similar to the current United Nations. Moreover, the terrorist attacks of September 11 are related to this new United Nations, and it can be said that they planned and created them, and it seems that their purpose is to announce their existence to the world and attract the attention of the world. ”

"Who is organizing this new United Nations, and who is the leader, has it been determined? And where are they headquartered? Zhao Mingding was a little impatient.

"Previously, the U.S. government announced that the 9/11 terrorist attack was planned and created by Al Qaeda, and its leader was Ben La, but after years of investigation, I found that the facts are a bit unrealistic, and as for the specific results, there is still no conclusive conclusion." Mark said with deep regret.

He picked up the coffee on the table, took a sip, probably too bitter, added another sugar cube to it, and stirred it slowly with a small stainless steel spoon.

"Oh, can you tell us about what you found that doesn't quite match the reality?" George was also interested in that matter.

"Look, have you seen this man?" Mark pulled out his phone and opened a video to show George and Zhao.

The two of them leaned over and saw a video on their mobile phones showing a man resembling an Indian talking, with colorful feathers on his head and red, white and black lines painted on both sides of his cheeks from top to bottom.

"What is he talking about?" George and Zhao Mingding asked in unison.

"I don't know." Mark shook his head, "I've looked for a lot of linguists, and I don't know what language he's talking about.

"The man who resembled an Indian was beside a cave, with colored feathers on his head, red, white and black on his face, naked on his upper body, animal skins on his lower body, barefoot, and a long sword with a sheath on his back.

In the middle of his forehead, a new United Nations coat of arms was drawn.

"Who shot this video?" Zhao Mingding asked.

"I don't know." Mark smiled wryly, "This is what I found on a drug dealer's computer, along with the video footage of the 9/11 terrorist attacks. Therefore, I suspect that this new United Nations organization should have something to do with the World Drug Trafficking Organization. ”

"Is there a possibility that this new United Nations organization is actually a new alliance of Indians who want to unite to form a new alliance to strengthen their power and regain the land and living space that they once lost?" Zhao Mingding asked.

The law of the jungle is the code of conduct in this world, although many countries believe in God and preach equality, kindness, and fraternity for all beings.

"Anything is possible." Mark replied, passing the video to Zhao Mingding and George, "If you can solve the mystery, maybe it will be a good thing for mankind." ”

"Where did you find the physical copy of the new UN badge in your video?" Zhao Mingding asked.

"Also in that drug dealer's desk drawer." Mark replied.

"So, can you tell me the address of this drug dealer's office?" Zhao Mingding asked.

"Absolutely." Mark laughs, "It's a comfort to me that someone can revisit this matter." I ......"

Before Mark could finish speaking, he heard a "poof" as a bullet passed through his forehead without warning. He stagnated and fell backwards, but George's eyes were quick and he grabbed him, and when he fixed his eyes, he was already out of breath.

Zhao Mingding reacted quickly, immediately jumped up, and pounced in the direction where the bullet was flying.

When the people in the coffee shop saw it, they exploded the pot with a "boom", and there was a commotion, and they all got up and rushed outside the store.

When Zhao Mingding jumped up, he had already locked on the attacker, who was in a room on the second floor across the street. When the man saw that Zhao Mingding had found him, he didn't care about tidying up, dropped the gun he had used, jumped down from the window, turned around and ran.

Zhao Mingding was already able to fly in the air, and the golden light of Taiyi Zhenren was even more proficient, and as soon as his body was vertical, he was already behind the man, and his index finger flicked, and he had already clicked on the person's acupoint, so that he could no longer move.

However, the man fell to the ground and stopped moving, which surprised Zhao Mingding, so he stopped and waited for the arrival of the police. He didn't want to get into trouble in this foreign country. Because, he saw that there was a police officer on duty not far away, who was running towards this side at the moment, and asked for support with the walkie-talkie as he ran.

However, as soon as the policeman arrived, he immediately asked Zhao Mingding to hold his head in his hands and squat on the ground.

"Mr. Policeman, I'm standing here and I'm not doing anything," Zhao explained, with his hands hanging at his sides.

"Hold your head in your hands and squat on the ground." However, the police did not listen to his explanation and still insisted.

"I repeat, I'm standing here and doing nothing." Zhao Mingding patiently explained again.

"Hold your head in your hands and squat on the ground." The policeman did not give up, did not listen to his explanation, still insisted, and took out a pistol and aimed it at him.

Zhao Mingding's eyes narrowed, and the murderous intent in his heart slowly rose: "I'm talking to you, don't you understand or what?" If you don't put the gun away, don't blame me for being unkind. ”

"Aha, you're welcome?" The policeman seemed to see the funniest thing in the world, couldn't help laughing, held the index finger of his right hand of the pistol, slowly pressed the trigger of the pistol and contracted it back, but at the last moment let go of his finger, and the whole person fell to the ground.

"Hmph, don't eat the toast, eat the penalty wine." Zhao Mingding sneered at the police officer who fell to the ground, leaned over to look at the gunman's face, took out his ID again, put it in the Qiankun bag, and then returned to the coffee shop, with George, waiting for the arrival of the police and ambulance.

"How's the murderer doing?" Qiao Ye asked, "I really don't understand, why didn't they kill him sooner or later, but killed Mark when we were in contact with him?" ”

"The murderer found that he could not escape, so he committed suicide by biting poison." Zhao Mingding smiled bitterly and shook his head, "That damn policeman actually dared to ask me to squat to the landlord with my head in my hands, and I let him sleep first." “

Those policemen seem to be virtuous, and like to make people squat in place with their heads in their hands. Zhao Mingding didn't get used to them anymore, and directly tied them all with a tie to Tianyan, so that they all experienced the feeling that life was worse than death.

After regaining their lives, all the policemen looked at George and Zhao Mingding in awe, and they no longer dared to be arrogant.