World nuclear peace starts with the creation of an umbrella company

It took four tank trucks ten minutes to replace the license plates and carriages.

Then, four aerospace fuel tankers disguised as oil tankers drove out of the underground tunnel one after another, heading in different directions and leaving Santa Barbara County.

Although they left in different directions, their destination was Alaska.

The whole process was planned very carefully and seamlessly.

No one could have imagined that these tankers left the scene right under the FBI's nose.

By the time the FBI reacted, the four tanker trucks had already left the West Coast and were on the highway to Alaska.

……

at the same time.

Gotham City, Hotel Hillaire.

In the presidential suite on the top floor, Chu Zihang stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the modern Gotham City.

Gotham City during the day is prosperous and civilized.

At night, Gotham City becomes synonymous with darkness.

Robbers, gangsters, drug addicts and other criminals began to appear.

At night in Gotham City, no one dares to walk alone on the streets.

The city is Sam's largest city, but also the one with the highest crime rate.

Therefore, it is also called Sin City!

Gotham City is not the Gotham City in the movies. There is no Batman, no Catwoman, and no Robinson.

No one fights evil and justice cannot be served.

The day is the world of capitalists, and the night is the world of criminals.

What a beautiful landscape!

At this time, Michael walked gently to Chu Zihang's side and reported respectfully: "Boss, there is news from the trench."

"Did they succeed?" Chu Zihang asked without turning his head.

"Menendez's commando team followed the instructions and everything went smoothly. Four fuel tankers headed for Alaska in different directions."

"We will arrive at the designated port in Alaska in two days," Michael reported.

"Well done."

Chu Zihang smiled with satisfaction and said, "Tell the trenches to transport the fuel as soon as it arrives."

"Okay, boss."

"Also, Marvin is here and he has something to report to you." Michael nodded and said.

"Let him in."

Michael responded and turned to leave the living room.

After a while, Marvin walked in.

"Boss, Belfort has started attacking AT&T's stock and is continuously driving up AT&T's stock price."

"Captain Price of Task Force 141 has also received the mission target information."

"Well, is there any unusual movement at AT&T?" Chu Zihang asked with a slightly changed expression.

"AT&T noticed the anomaly, but did not take any relevant measures. Instead, it waited and watched," said Marvin.

"As expected of a leader in the communications field, he's very patient." Chu Zihang chuckled and said, "But with Belfort's ability, they won't be able to hold their composure in a few days."

"Raising and then lowering the stock price, buying out the shares held by shareholders, Boss, will this behavior attract the attention of the Sam's Stock Trading Committee?" Marvin said worriedly.

"It's okay, I've already said hello." Chu Zihang waved his hand nonchalantly and said.

Violating stock trading rules?

Haha, rules are nothing in the eyes of capitalists. Rules are meant to be broken.

not to mention……

Capitalists are the ones who make the rules.

Chapter 188: Task Force 141 Reappears, AT&T Stock Soars

Night falls.

Darkness descended upon Gotham, dispelling the light of dawn and bringing endless darkness.

Compared to the orderly Gotham during the day, Gotham at night is in chaos.

It forms a sharp contrast, like two different worlds.

People stayed at home, and short and clear sirens were heard outside the window.

Evil became the ruler of Gotham City under the cover of night.

Many criminals who dared not appear in the daytime began to slowly emerge from the darkness...

They took to the streets and started their own carnival.

Whether it is in a dark alley or in a brightly lit bar or other entertainment venues.

The demons are dancing wildly and acting recklessly!

In stark contrast to this is Gotham City's downtown area, where capitalists operate.

Inside the gorgeous and luxurious hotel banquet hall.

The lights are bright and the bright red carpet is soft and comfortable.

The soft moonlit serenade filled the entire banquet hall, spreading like an invisible cloud of smoke...

A group of well-dressed upper-class people were having a pleasant conversation here.

The glasses were clinking and the wine was shining.

Everyone here is the richest capitalist and old family in Gotham City.

If your capital is less than 1 billion, you dare not come here to participate in the party.

Besides.

Gotham City's mayor, council members, police chief and other senior government officials are also here.

Without exception, they are all at the top of the pyramid in Gotham City.

In the center of the banquet hall.

A group of glamorous bigwigs gathered together, including the mayor, the police chief, and Gotham City's top consortiums and families.

The person they are targeting is Robert, the heir of the Alexander family who controls AT&T behind the scenes.

"Robert, the BlackBerry phone your company released is so easy to use! It's truly a groundbreaking product!"

"The Black Umbrella phone I used before was really rubbish."

"Rubbish? Calling me rubbish is a compliment."

"Once AT&T took action, the Red Umbrella Technology Group, which had only been established for a month, was left vulnerable."

……

Everyone is flattering.

This greatly satisfied Robert's vanity.

Red Umbrella Technology Group?

Wanting to share the cake with them is simply wishful thinking!

Let Stephenson step up his efforts tomorrow. It's been so long and he still hasn't been able to deal with a small technology company.

Idiot, such a waste!

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

This gathering of upper-class people ended after an hour.

One luxury car after another drove out of the five-star hotel and went back to their respective homes.

Robert, the heir of the Alexander family, also returned to the Alexander family estate in the suburbs in his own Rolls-Royce Phantom, protected by two Audi cars.

Little did they know, they had just left.

A black BMW followed closely behind, and the tracking method was very sophisticated.

The security personnel around Robert were completely unaware that they were being followed.

When Robert's convoy entered the fork in the suburban road, a large truck suddenly reversed out from the intersection ahead.

Block its way tightly!

Faced with this sudden situation, the security personnel around Robert discovered that something was wrong.

They walked this route for a long time, and there were very few trucks passing by.

The sudden appearance of a truck blocking the road today is self-evident.

Robert's security personnel immediately applied the emergency brakes and brought the vehicle to a steady stop.

Then five strong and sturdy security guards in suits got out of the leading Audi car.

Some of these security personnel were holding pistols, while others were holding MP5 submachine guns.

They even wore bulletproof vests, which showed an outrageous level of professionalism.

The five security personnel cooperated well and surrounded the large truck that was blocking the road in a two-sided fighting posture.

The five security guards who got out of the Audi car behind quickly came to Robert's Rolls-Royce Phantom with guns and soft shields to protect him.

At this moment, a security guard had carefully come to the cab of the truck, climbed up and opened the door.

Suddenly, I saw a drunk driver lying on the steering wheel, seemingly fast asleep.

A slight snoring sound echoed in the cab...

The security guard frowned. Could it be that they were thinking too much?

Was it really an accident?

He nudged the drunken, unconscious driver with his MP5 and shouted, "Hey, wake up!"

As a result, there was no response.

The security guard had no choice but to jump out of the car and prepare to report the situation to his companions...

Suddenly!

The driver, who was snoring just now, suddenly raised his head and pulled out a Colt pistol.

He shot the security guard in the head.

boom!

A shot to the head, and the security guard fell to the ground instantly.

The sudden gunshot seemed like a signal.

Under the roads on both sides.

Suddenly, a group of militants wearing individual military equipment and night vision goggles, like special forces, rushed out.

As fierce as a tiger and as fast as lightning!

bang bang bang-

There was a burst of precise shots, each one aimed at the security guard's head.

The dense sound of gunfire, like popping beans, continued to ring out on the suburban highway in the dark night!

In the blink of an eye.

Ten strong and sturdy security guards all lay on the ground and went to hell.

During this process, they only fired one shot, which hit the man's bulletproof vest.