I saw everything

Chapter 90: Unpredictable Human Heart (Medium Cup)
Magong Town on the other side of the ocean.

The early morning sunlight dyed a large area of ​​clouds red.

Early in the morning, Jiang Miao was jogging in Nanhu Village. He was wearing headphones and listening to Edward and others shouting at the top of their lungs before the helicopter crashed. A sneer appeared on his face:
"I really can't ride on an airplane!"

'I hope Mr. David can sleep well tonight!'

After running, I went home and took a shower.

Arriving at the staff cafeteria of the experimental area, Shuya, who was eating breakfast, looked up and asked with concern: "You got up an hour late today. Don't stay up late in the future. It's not good for your health."

"Got it, my dear wife."

"Stop talking nonsense." Shuya rolled her eyes at him and picked up a piece of broccoli.

"I know. I'll relax in a few days." Jiang Miao said with a smile, then took a sip from a bottle of soda water.
"belch…"

Shuya nodded: "Yes, I have finished my research on white truffles and I plan to take a few days off to relax."

Jiang Miao had a good sleep last night.

But Mr. David, who is still strong and healthy, had nightmares all night.

Inside the Rock Estate in Orange County, Los Angeles.

Feeling the slightly dazzling sunlight outside the window, David A. Locke woke up from the bed, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and then looked carefully at the alarm clock beside him. The time was already 10:37 in the morning, nearly two hours later than his usual wake-up time.

He didn't sleep well yesterday.

Whether it was Li Rongyao, general manager of Greater China, or Edward, president of Baishan Investment, the sudden accidents that happened to both of them made him feel terrified, as if some force was targeting them.

Last night, after thinking it over, he called a few "old friends" to test their opinions, but found nothing unusual.

In fact, for top chess players of their level, after hundreds of years of competition and integration between various chaebol families, a set of unspoken rules have been formed within the family, and direct assassination and other means have long been prohibited.

After all, assassination is a method that can easily lead to the escalation of conflicts between the two sides. Once you can't stop, even if you destroy the opponent's family, the opponent's counterattack before death will not be so easy to bear. If things go wrong, it will end up in a lose-lose situation for both sides.

This is not a good result.

Because after both sides suffer losses, other families will definitely not give up the opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

David thought about it for most of the night and realized that the people who dared to use such tactics and ignore the unspoken rules were either the new elites that have emerged in North America in recent years, or foreign forces.

This made David very angry and also scared.

No matter if someone was secretly doing something wrong or it was just a pure accident, he had to figure it all out. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to sleep well, and he was even a little nervous.

Just then, the phone on the bedside table rang.

I picked it up and saw that it was the memo I set yesterday that was ringing. I crossed out the reminder and pressed the call button on the bedside table.

After a while, the housekeeper came in with several maids.

"Sir, are you awake? Breakfast is ready."

"Got it. Have you arranged the convoy?"

"It has been arranged. All the vehicles have been checked. There will be absolutely no problems." The butler assured solemnly.

David washed up with the help of the maid and then ate breakfast in a hurry.

Of the three large dogs in the restaurant on the first floor, there were two left except for the golden retriever that was delivered last night. Seeing David in a hurry, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the routine feeding this morning would not be necessary.

In the parking lot on the east side of the estate.

Three Maybach S-Class vehicles, plus four Audi Q8 SUVs, and a security team of more than people.

After David got in the car.

Two SUVs led the way.

The three Maybachs were in the middle, maintaining a distance of nearly one hundred meters.

At the back are also two SUVs, which are hundreds of meters away from the Maybach in the middle.

The convoy was not moving very fast, with an overall speed of about 60 kilometers per hour, traveling on Highway from Orange County to Los Angeles County.

Soon the convoy passed through the core area of ​​Los Angeles, but did not stop because the headquarters building of Baishan Investment was on Terminal Island and needed to pass through the Vincent Thomas Bridge.

After taking a look at the sea outside the window, David closed his eyes and rested.

The convoy arrived at the entrance of the bridge and slowly went up the bridge one by one.

When we reached the middle of the bridge, a song rang out in the quiet carriage:
Everybody dies
Surprise surprise (What a surprise)

We tell each other lies

Sometimes we try

To make it feel like

We might be right
We might not be alone
Be alone
The white driver in the front seat broke out in a cold sweat and kept explaining, "Sorry, I didn't press the play button..."

David in the back row looked a little grim.

The security captain on the co-pilot's seat immediately shouted, "Close it now."

The driver kept complaining in his heart about this broken car. It actually turned on the music player automatically, which was really killing him.

However, the singing continued to echo in the carriage, making everyone feel annoyed.

Everybody dies
That's what they say

And maybe in a couple hundred years
They'll find another way
I just wonder why you'd wanna stay
...

Just when David was about to lose control of his anger and was planning to change the car.

The next moment, the Maybach accelerated out of control.

The personal security captain on the passenger seat was instantly horrified, and immediately put a gun to the driver's temple: "Fuck you! What do you want to do? Stop the car!"

"I don't know!... It was itself... It suddenly accelerated..."

Within a few seconds of speaking, the car speed had soared to 120 kilometers per hour, and the engine was running at high speed, making a low roar.

The car was still accelerating wildly.

The other vehicles in the convoy were unable to react for a moment and saw the car speeding past from the side.

David's pupils shrank and he roared, "Just open the door!"

Click! The car door locked automatically. No matter how hard they pulled, it didn't budge.

"Damn it..." The security captain had realized that the situation was beyond his control and made a decision in an instant: "Shoot immediately! Smash the car windows!"

bang bang bang...

But he was desperate.

The car's window glass is specially customized high-grade bulletproof glass that can withstand shooting from small-caliber rifles, not to mention the pistols they carry.

The magazine was emptied, but the car window glass was still intact.

David's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and his body was shaking slightly.

He controls trillions of assets and can call the shots around the world, but so what?

After all, we are all mortals, and everyone is equal in the face of death.

Maybach makes a beautiful turn.

boom!
At this time, the car had already driven to the lower part of the bridge, and there were no tall steel guardrails on both sides. The car then crashed out of the bridge. At that moment, the speed had reached about 193 kilometers per hour, and it flew out from a height of nearly 50 meters.

David's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but scream:

“Ahhh… no…”

The speeding car instantly crashed into the beach grass more than a hundred meters away from the bridge deck.

boom!
The terrifying impact force instantly turned into a terrifying reaction force, directly operating on everyone in the car. The steel frame would have turned into a discus, let alone mortal humans.

In an instant, all the big bones in David's body burst like glass.

Puff! After the ribs in his chest broke, they penetrated his lungs and heart. His brain was almost mad, and he began to cough up blood:

"Cough cough..."

After a few seconds of revival, David fell into eternal sleep on the beach under the Vincent Thomas Bridge, carrying endless resentment, pain and anger.

More than ten minutes later, the other vehicles in the convoy hurried down from the bridge.

The frightened butler crawled down from the car and looked at the scene that had become a discus meat sandwich. He collapsed on the beach and gasped with his chest rising and falling: "Huhu... How could this happen?"

The other bodyguards also had grim looks on their faces. They could only bite the bullet and peel off the unrecognizable car shell to try to see if anyone was still alive.

In fact, they know it clearly in their hearts.

If he had crashed into the sea after rushing out, he might have had a chance of survival, but if he had crashed directly into the ground, even an iron man would not be able to withstand it.

At a speed of more than 190 kilometers per hour and a height of 50 meters, a spacecraft may be able to withstand it, but no matter how good a luxury car is, it cannot withstand such an impact.

Sure enough, after prying open the twisted and deformed rear door, they saw several people bleeding profusely. Both the bodyguard and David had their bodies severely deformed. They felt their pulses and found no heartbeat at all.

After a while, the butler woke up from his dream. Instead of going to see David who had died tragically, he quickly made a phone call.

"Hello...Hello, Mr. Noah."

"Is it Bain? What does my father want?"

"Mr. Noah, Mr. David has just passed away. Please come back as soon as possible to take charge of the family affairs!"

“…” There was silence on the other end of the phone: “This joke is not funny at all!”

"It's true. I was at the scene. Mr. David's car suddenly lost control and rushed off the Vincent Thomas Bridge." Butler Bain quickly explained.

"I'll be back as soon as possible." The voice on the other end of the phone was suppressed but contained a hint of excitement.

Suddenly, Butler Bain remembered something and quickly reminded him, "Mr. Noah, please be careful. There have been two serious accidents at Baishan Investment in the past two days. Yesterday morning, Edward, the president of Baishan Investment, was riding in Mr. David's private helicopter and died in a crash not far from the manor. Combined with what happened today, I suspect someone is targeting Mr. David and his family..."

"Is that so? I understand." Noah A. Crowe on the other end of the phone was also a little surprised and confused.

The butler then breathed a sigh of relief. For him, David was already dead, and the most important thing now was to find a new master to rely on.

at the same time.

After Jiang Miao completed the triple kill achievement in the "Accidental Game", he did not stop.

He sorted out the various information he had collected from Baishan Investment and the Locke family in the past two days into files, and then sent them to various forces around the world.

Including domestically, we also received up to 300G of confidential documents and information.

After doing all this, he smiled and wiped away some of his traces. Then he opened the blinds and breathed in the cool night air. His heart was surprisingly calm:

"Chaos is the ladder to advancement. I really hope you will be satisfied with this gift. I am so kind. I have given you so much ammunition. You must give me some more strength!"

……

Los Angeles.

The Vincent Thomas Bridge, on the beach on the Termit Island side, was the scene of the accident.

Several cordons had been set up at this time.

FBI agents and Los Angeles police officers surrounded the entire crime scene.

A middle-aged white man with a bald head stood on the beach about ten meters away from the accident car, looking at the situation at the scene. His face was even darker than that of the black police officer next to him.

Not far away, a middle-aged white man with a horse face and wearing a black suit walked over here. After approaching the bald man, he took out a document from his briefcase and handed it to the bald man: "Commissioner Robert, this matter is now under the full control of the FBI. Please hand over all the information and materials to us!"

"..." Commissioner Robert, who remained silent, looked at the document, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then said seriously: "No problem, Mr. Krohn."

Horse-faced Krohn took out another document from his briefcase and handed it over: "In addition, this is a notice to cooperate with the investigation. Please sign for it."

"Okay." Robert nodded and quickly signed the document.

As the FBI's Special Agent in Charge (SAC) in the Los Angeles area, Krohn was not as calm as he appeared to be because the matter was too serious this time.

The FBI took full control of the case.

Various professionals also quickly entered the scene and conducted a more comprehensive and detailed investigation of the site.

More than three hours later, the body, which had been squeezed and hit so hard that it was severely twisted and deformed, was finally separated completely from the car.

Deputy Tom walked over to Crone's car with the preliminary autopsy report in hand. "Crone, based on the preliminary examination of the five bodies, they all died from the reaction force of the collision."

This efficiency is dozens of times faster than the FBI's previous efficiency.

As expected, even the death of such a big shot is extraordinary.

Krohn looked surprised: "No one was shot?"

Tom shook his head. "No, the bullets all hit the car windows. The security guards probably didn't intend to kill the target, but to break the car windows to escape."

At first, when Crone saw the dense bullet holes on the car window glass, he thought that the security personnel in the car had attacked the target, but he didn't expect that it was not the case.

This situation made Crone bite his thumb nail and fall into deep thought.

After a while, another computer engineer called out, "Mr. Krohn, I have some findings here."

Crone, whose thoughts were interrupted, brought Tom and others to the computer engineer's RV, where they saw a bearded white man wearing glasses, staring at the screen of a laptop computer.

"Bell, what did you find?"

Computer engineer Bell looked up and said, "During the time of the incident, the driver's mobile phone continuously sent out dense signals. These signals are not common communication signals."

"..." Crone's palms were slightly sweaty, and his mind was instantly as if it had been hit by a stun bomb. Then cold sweat broke out on his forehead. The summer heat was still unable to offset the chill in his heart.

"Damn... Isn't this a common way for the CIA to silence people overseas?" As a mid-level FBI official, Krohn knew some secrets.

But at this moment, how much he wished he knew nothing.

Because he felt that he might be involved in a struggle among top forces, which was not a struggle that a small fry like him could endure, and if he wasn't careful, his family would be destroyed.

"Mr. Krohn?" Engineer Bell raised his glasses. "Are you feeling unwell?"

Tom also reacted, and his face was also very pale, but fortunately his white skin concealed this.

Krohn took a deep breath and exhaled: "Huhu...Nothing, Bell, please keep this a secret for now. I need to report the situation to my superiors."

"Yes, keep it a secret for now. I have something going on with Krohn." Tom's smile was also a little forced.

The two hurried to the beach.

Looking at the sparkling sea, Krohn took out a cigarette, lit it, and began to puff. "Huh... Tom, this is not something we can interfere with. Let's report it as soon as possible! I don't want to be a victim."

"I know, I know." Tom's voice was even trembling: "Shit! Why did we have to encounter such a thing!"

Originally, Jiang Miao could have secretly removed these traces, but he chose not to do so. Instead, he deliberately left some traces.

After all, all the traces on the broiler that jumped in the middle had been cleared, and the other party could not track Jiang Miao at all.

In this case, leaving traces on the driver's mobile phone would let the FBI know that someone had controlled the vehicle and caused it to crash off the bridge.

Jiang Miao, who is far away in the sky, will not be the object of suspicion.

However, no matter how the major forces within America explained, a seed of suspicion had been planted. The heirs of the Locke family would definitely suspect that several major forces within America were secretly taking action to deal with their family.

In particular, Jiang Miao also fanned the flames by packaging many secrets of the Locke family and sending them to various relevant forces around the world.

This will further increase the Locke family's suspicion.

The most difficult thing in this world is to prove one's innocence.

Especially among the major forces within America, none of them are clean.

Sure enough, Krohn and Tom reported the matter.

The atmosphere inside the FBI headquarters building froze instantly.

Supervisor Kevin Vincent had an extremely grim expression on his face, and several deputy branch supervisors also had serious expressions, but none of them spoke first. Instead, they looked at Supervisor Kevin Vincent.

Kevin Vincent rubbed his temples and said, "Tell Krohn to temporarily block the news. Do not disclose the news to the outside world without my order. Also warn the media that I don't want to see any reports related to this matter. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"OK..."

Soon, Kevin Vincent told the financial backers behind the scenes the news.

All of a sudden, secret communication channels throughout North America became extremely busy, and all major forces received relevant intelligence almost at the same time.

The FBI's preliminary investigation surprised them even more. Although they all knew that they had never done such a thing, they all suspected other chaebol families.

For example, a chaebol family that likes to invite its competitors to ride on homemade planes becomes a key suspect.

Once the seeds of doubt take root in people's hearts, they are not easy to eradicate.

And Noah A. Locke, who is still on the road, doesn't know that a storm centered on the Locke family is about to detonate the whole world.

(End of this chapter)