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"Romon, may I ask, how did you know this confidential information?"

"Sir, people always have a little secret."

Romon directly refused to answer this question, and then added with a smile: "But if Officer Tifa thinks my source of information is unreliable, you can pay attention to the stock market news recently, because Lehn wants to short Blue Hole Pharmaceuticals, more or less To create some news to endorse your actions."

"Otherwise, he inexplicably bought out a new company that is booming. When something happens to this company in the future, he will inevitably be suspected. In order to avoid this suspicion, he will definitely let the media air in advance."

"So Officer Tifa only needs to wait a few days before seeing all kinds of news that belittles Blue Hole Pharmaceuticals on the news."

Just like what Romon said, Tifa saw various small media three days later and began to attack Blue Hole Pharmaceuticals.

It is said that their stock prices are inflated, they are corrupt, their medicines are of poor quality, their experiments are inhumane, and they even attack Blue Hole Pharmaceutical executives for sexually assaulting their subordinates.

Anyway, it's just all kinds of specious gossip, spread wildly in various low-end media.

However, after so many years of ups and downs in the U.S. stock market, stockholders have long been accustomed to these low-level short-selling routines, so no investors care about these attacks at all, and the stock price of Blue Hole Pharmaceuticals continues to rise.

"Agent 007, it seems that your information is very accurate."

Three days was enough for Romon to complete the FBI inspection process and successfully become an honorable FBI agent again.

Right now, he's in Tifa's office, making coffee for his new boss.

"Sir, now I only need your order to go to Blue Hole Pharmaceuticals to investigate." Romon walked to Tifa with a coffee pot in his hand, and confirmed the attack order while filling the freshly brewed coffee.

"Of course, my Mr. Agent, this is your warrant."

From the desk drawer, Tifa took out an investigation order covered with official seals but with blank text. The meaning was obvious. Romon could just write whatever he wanted to investigate.

This is an act that requires absolute trust, but the most indispensable thing between Romon and Tifa is trust. They are people who literally give their lives to each other.

Also full of trust in Romon, and Miss Sequence Five.

She looked at the agent entry information she just got from the FBI in her hand, and knew that her Mr. Fox had returned to the United States.

After turning on the computer, launching the hacking program, and nesting hundreds of meat machines layer by layer, Sequence Five contacted Romon again by attacking Tifa's personal mailbox.

【Mr. Bond, welcome back to New York. 】

[Did you take Tifa's email address as my email address?Why can't you get in touch with me directly? 】

Seeing the mysterious hacker contacting him by attacking Tifa's private email, Romon felt helpless, because if the hacker dared to attack him directly, he could directly hack and locate the hacker.

[Mr. Bond, you are also a hacker, would you give up a communication channel that has been proven safe for no reason, and take the risk of opening a new communication channel? 】

Sequence Five didn't know that Romon could hack, but she would not take the risk of attacking a super hacker's mailbox, that would be too dangerous.

[If you really like safety so much, wouldn't it be fine if you don't investigate me? 】

Luo Meng replied helplessly: 【You pay attention to me intensely, you can even find out my latest fake identity, and at the same time, you are careful not to contact me. What are you playing? Some kind of new type of online crush Way? 】

【Mr. Bond, you are right about this point. I love you deeply. In this world, you are the person I love the most. 】

Sequence Five passionately confessed, but the love in her mouth was slightly different from the love understood by normal humans, it was a kind of love for prey.

[Well then, mysterious Miss Hacker, since you have confessed so passionately, I am too embarrassed to ignore you. What exactly do you want from me, just tell me. 】

[I want to play the next game with you. 】

Sequence Five responded [In the last cat-and-mouse game, I didn't find you within the specified time, so I lost, so I want to beat you in the next game. 】

【what game? 】

[A game to see how well I know you. 】

Sitting in front of the computer, Sequence Five raised the corners of his dark purple lips, and typed the text: 【I'll bet, I'll make a lot of money because of your next actions. 】

Will she make a fortune for my next move?

Why?

With Blue Hole Pharmaceuticals?

Looking at the game content given by Sequence Five, Romon fell into deep thought: "Only Tifa knows all the details of my actions against Blue Hole Pharmaceuticals, but it's impossible for Tifa to betray me, so how did this hacker know?"

"And I prevented Blue Hole Pharmaceuticals from being framed to help Blue Hole Pharmaceuticals stabilize its stock price. How did she make a fortune with Blue Hole Pharmaceuticals? Could it be that she is a shareholder of Blue Hole Pharmaceuticals?"

"But if she is a shareholder of Blue Hole Pharmaceuticals, how does she know that Blue Hole is being targeted?"

"I don't understand it at all!"

This is the first time that Romon has really become interested in the identity of this mysterious hacker. He no longer regards this hacker as a rebellious girl who is full of food and has nothing to do, and only wants to trouble other hackers, but really wants to know who she is.

[Miss Hacker, I have to admit that you have successfully aroused my interest, but I also want to remind you that it is very dangerous to be targeted by me. 】

【Mr. Bond, then come and catch me! 】

Chapter 110 What happened to the fight on the 20-meter-high tower crane?Sacrifice for the movie!

In recent days, a happy thing has happened in the US stock market circle.

That is, someone really believed the gossip in the newspaper and began to short Blue Hole Pharmaceuticals, which is the most eye-catching in the entire pharmaceutical sector.

Two large sums of funds from different sources entered the market one after another, all betting that Blue Hole Pharmaceuticals will collapse in the near future.

New York, Manhattan, Iris Club.

As a high-end club close to Wall Street, those who can enter the gate of the Iris Club are basically the top-ranked financiers in New York.

In the luxurious hall designed like a European royal palace, the seventeenth-century antique piano makes melodious sound, and the twentieth-century aged red wine softens the air.

In this "noble" environment where petty bourgeoisie dream of delusions, what are these real rich people doing?

Quite simply, gossip and gamble.

It is no different from the activities held in the worst chess and card halls on the street.

It's just that the people here are dressed more upscale, and the game of cards is bigger.

Throwing a chip with a face value of 500 into the game, a young man in a pink suit smiled at Le En: "Le En, have you heard? There are fools! And it is two big fools who short blue Hole Pharma!"

"My God, that's Blue Hole Pharmaceuticals~ the most dazzling new star in the entire pharmaceutical sector, how could someone be so stupid as to empty Blue Hole?"

The man in the pink suit lamented the stupidity of the short-sellers, but Le En just responded with a smile: "Indeed, the performance of Blue Hole Pharmaceuticals is indeed very good, and the market they are facing is also a real blue ocean. If they develop smoothly, they will Grow into a new type of pharmaceutical giant."

"Leen, listen to your tone, you Oswell family, don't you want to buy the blue hole?"

Winking at Le En, the man in the pink suit approached and said, "Le En, we are really good brothers. If you Oswell really plan to acquire the Blue Hole, you should give me some advice in advance. Pointing to your acquisition news to make a lot of money."

Facing the approach of the man in the suit, Le En just continued to smile: "Of course, my friend, I will definitely notify you when Oswell acquires the Blue Hole."

Just when I notify you, I will not guarantee how much those blue hole stocks in your hand are worth.

Smiling secretly in his heart, Le En turned over the cards in his hand: "Three 4s, I won this game."

Gathering the chips on the poker table, Le En felt a little strange: two funds shorted the blue hole, one fund was mine, and who would the other fund be?

In this world, there are not many people who know for sure that the blue hole is going to collapse, not to mention, this person still has such a large amount of money to invest...

Le En counted all the people he knew, and then excluded these old faces one by one. In the end, he could only come to a ridiculous conclusion.

That is, there was a lucky idiot who believed the blue hole crash news he spread, and then followed suit and shorted Blue Hole Pharmaceuticals.

If this is the case, then this idiot is really lucky!

Feeling that stupid people have stupid luck, Le En flipped the cards in his hand again: "A pair of kings, I won again. It seems that my luck today is still as good as ever."

Le En, who kept winning cards, laughed happily, completely unaware that behind the club's surveillance camera, a pair of deep purple eyes were looking at him playfully:

"I really look forward to Mr. Lehn's expression on the stock delivery day."

The second investor who bet on the collapse of the blue hole is Sequence Five.

Yes, she also believed that Blue Hole Pharmaceuticals would collapse, but the reason for the collapse was not Le En's drug experiment, but the way Blue Hole operated.

In order to try their best to discover transgender customers, Blue Hole Pharmaceuticals not only used a large amount of money to support the LGBT movement, but also directly used funds to buy public schools, especially teachers in public primary schools, allowing these teachers to 'discover' the transgender potential of children ( The Yankee is a real story, and there have been a lot of revelations recently).

For this kind of company that lures children to change their gender recognition, takes hormone drugs indiscriminately, and finally causes a large number of children with dual physical and psychological diseases.

Mr. Fox, whom Sequence Five believes in, will definitely make this pharmaceutical company pay the price it deserves.

This is also the core outcome of the second game between her and Mr. Fox, which is to bet on how well Sequence Five knows her Mr. Fox.

As for money, for Sequence Five, this kind of thing is completely an addition to the game. After all, at her level, if you need money, you just need to move your fingers.

It can be said that her attitude towards money has reached the level second only to Romon - she doesn't care about the amount of money, but only cares about whether she is happy or not.

"A glass of honey sparkling water, remember to add ice cubes, thank you."

Although it’s only February, in Honduras, Central America, the temperature at noon is approaching 2 degrees. Under such a scorching sun, drinking a glass of iced sparkling water is definitely something everyone dreams of.

If you can enjoy a cobra show with local characteristics while drinking iced drinks, you will really enjoy the essence of Honduras tourism.

However, Romon appeared in this open-air circus not to watch the snake dance, but to wait for an exciting chase scene with his prey.

It was a strong black man.

With a height of 1.9 meters, coupled with strong but not exaggerated muscles, he looks like a good actor in action scenes.

As for why Romon only focused on this black brother, it was very simple, because this black brother had recently been promoted to raise his salary, from a farm tool to a hunting dog.

He is now employed by the insider executive of Blue Hole Pharmaceuticals, responsible for arresting people in Honduras, and then pulling them to Mexico for experiments.

Eyes like electricity.

Romon just stared at Lao Hei in the stands while drinking the iced sparkling water.

After the two of them remained silent for dozens of seconds, Lao Hei, who was watching the snake dancer, felt something strange. He raised his head and quickly patrolled around the stands. He quickly identified the person who was following him. man.

What's this guy coming from?

Why are you staring at me?You're not here to grab my plain clothes, are you?

To be a thief would be a guilty conscience.

Old Hei was stared at by Romon so scorchingly, a layer of fear quickly rose in his heart, and then he turned his eyes around again, wanting to see if there were other plainclothes around.

Soon, he determined with his beast-like intuition that the only one following him was Romon.

Now, it was Old Hei's turn to cheer up. Looking at the Asian man who was a circle thinner than him on the opposite side of the stand, Old Hei raised his middle finger at Luo Meng very disdainfully.

What responded to him was the Glock pistol that Romon took out from the inside of the floral shirt.

"Oh fuck! This bastard dared her mother to pull out a gun in public!"

Seeing the gun in Romon's hand, Old Hei immediately got up and retreated, while Romon's eyes were fixed, observing the direction of his escape, and calculating any shortcuts to encircle him.

"Go away! Let her mother go away!"

Pushing and pulling away the crowd blocking the road in front of him, Lao Hei rushed out of the circus stand like a steamroller, and after simply identifying the direction, he ran towards his secret stronghold.

Gritting his teeth, he ran wildly on the street for a while, until he rushed through two crossroads in succession, Lao Hei supported his chest, dressed roughly, and looked at the pursuers behind him.

The expected pursuers did not arrive.

Looking at the street where everything was going as usual, Lao Hei blinked his eyes in confusion, and complained as if he was on the go: "So that bastard is a good-looking guy! My mother thought that bastard was so powerful~"

"Like it? Are you sure?"

Old Hei was complaining when Romon's cold voice sounded from his right side. He turned his head in surprise and looked at Romon who was rushing out of the alley. Before he could make a defensive move, Romon kicked him on the right waist superior.

boom!

With a huge force, Lao Hei was kicked backwards and flew back. After rolling several times on the road, he managed to stop his decline and stopped.

"Oh shit."

Climbing up from the ground while pressing his side that was kicked, Lao Hei looked at the cold-faced Romon, without any nonsense, directly pulled out the pistol from his waist, and shot towards Romon's face.

After a series of dull gunshots, dust rose from the earthen wall behind Romon, but it was Romon himself who was targeted, and continued to stand intact.

"It seems that your marksmanship still needs to be improved!"

Faced with Romon's ridicule, Old Hei did not reply. After knowing that he had run out of bullets and the opponent still had follow-up firepower, he directly threw the empty pistol in his hand at Romon, and then turned his head towards the building across the street. Run to the construction site.

This time, he couldn't even get rid of Romon's pursuit on the surface.

Seeing the enemy chasing closer and closer behind him, Lao Hei jumped onto an elevator in a panic. After pushing the bewildered worker on the elevator out of the elevator, Lao He directly lifted the switch and let the elevator take Go straight to the top floor.

buzzing.

Accompanied by the dull motor sound, the elevator went up steadily, and when Romon rushed to the elevator, Lao Hei had already reached the second floor of the building.

"Cough~~~~ spit!"

Coughing a mouthful of phlegm and spitting at Romon in a very unqualified manner, Old Hei held on to the fence of the elevator and raised his middle finger to Romon again: "Goodbye, Hound!"