Chapter 89: Earth Plane
Far away on the other side of the Pacific Ocean.
America.
Decatur, Illinois.
Like other small cities in America, the population here is only a few hundred thousand, but it has been favored by many large companies.
A Latin American was driving a pickup truck with some small cages on it. Inside were a group of big rats, chattering and eating dog biscuits.
His name is Hook. He immigrated to America from Mexico half a year ago. On the surface, he is a small businessman engaged in import and export trade, mainly purchasing some medical supplies from America and exporting them to southern Mexico.
Since America had very lax regulations on the export of drugs and medical supplies, Hooker's business was only worth a few hundred thousand dollars and was very inconspicuous, so it naturally did not attract any attention.
It has been more than half a year since he moved to the suburbs near the city, and he even bought a pet supplies store in the city.
The rat in the pickup truck is actually Hook's pet. The employees and neighbors in the store all know that Hook likes to keep rats.
But they all didn't know that Hook liked to raise mice not because he really liked it, but to hide his tracks.
He drove a pickup truck to a hillside not far from the city and began to set up a tent, preparing for barbecue and camping.
The hillside offers a wide view, and the cold wind in autumn and winter does not seem to affect Hooker's interest. He sits by the fire, holding a telescope.
In the camera, a group of buildings appeared in his eyes.
That is the headquarters of ADM, one of the four major grain traders, ABCD.
At this time, Katherine Adams, who had just returned to the headquarters from Southeast Asia, was reporting to President Jayne Martin in the conference room of the headquarters building.
Catherine said confidently: "Mr. President, the food war plan against Luzon has begun. The Fernando family and the Lopez family will pay the price for their disobedience."
Jayne took a sip of black coffee and said, "Children always have a rebellious period. Just give them a beating. I heard that Fernando's Garfield is competing with Aston from the Marcus family, right?"
The secretary beside him nodded: "Yes, Mr. President."
"Then what are we waiting for? We should let our dear Mr. Aston serve us instead of letting the self-righteous Mr. Garfield take the stage." Jayne's eyes were filled with cold malice.
Catherine suggested: "Malaysia's Guo and Sing Tao's Temasek Investment may be able to help a little. After all, they have a great influence in Southeast Asia."
Jayne glanced at Catherine and then laughed: "Ms. Catherine, you have gained a lot from this trip, right?"
"I'm just doing things for the company. After all, it's better to have one more friend than one more enemy." Catherine replied with a smile.
Jayne was not angry about this. As long as it did not affect the interests of the company, he didn't really care if Catherine did something tricky during the secret talk.
In this pleasant atmosphere.
Inside the mezzanine of the conference room ceiling, a tiny signal receiver suddenly lit up red.
Hundreds of kilograms of TNT exploded instantly under the stimulation of the circuit device.
Boom boom boom…
Jayne, Catherine and others were chatting and laughing one second ago, and were blown to pieces the next second. All three floors of the conference room collapsed.
Other areas of ADM headquarters also instantly felt the shock wave and roar of the explosion.
"Oh my God!"
“Ahh…”
"Call 911..."
Some people outdoors nearby screamed as they saw the ADM building engulfed in flames after the explosion.
at the same time.
On a hillside two kilometers away from ADM headquarters.
Hook put down the telescope, pressed a special button on his hand, and continued grilling.
In a tree near ADM headquarters, a big black rat bit off a white line, then quickly jumped out of the tree hole and ran towards the distant mountains.
The sound of a ticking mechanical alarm clock began to be heard inside the tree hole. About 60 seconds later, a bottle of special thermite inside the tree hole was ignited, and the flames quickly engulfed all the electronic equipment in the tree hole.
In a pickup truck.
Hook took a sip of hot coffee, then fed a handful of dog biscuits to a dozen big black rats in the cages of the carriage. Suddenly, a rat jumped out from the bushes not far away and ran to his feet.
"Welcome home, my little darling."
Gently put the mouse into the cage, grabbed a handful of beef jerky and dog biscuits from the feed bucket, and placed them on a special small plate.
The mouse gnawed the food happily.
But Hook remained calm and continued to admire the flames rising into the sky in the distance.
Amid the billowing smoke, there were panicked people in the city, as if some demon was crawling out of the flames.
"This is the real business war." He showed a strange smile on his face, then raised the hot coffee in his hand and drank it.
…
More than a dozen fire trucks came rushing over.
Hundreds of firefighters, stimulated by ADM's banknotes, braved the cold wind and blazing flames and worked hard to spray water to suppress the raging flames.
The fire was not completely extinguished until late in the evening.
Under the blood-red setting sun.
Philip, the local FBI director, had a dark complexion as he looked at the ADM headquarters building that had become a ruin. He knew he would definitely be removed from his position.
The people from the technical department have already put on explosion-proof suits and carefully entered the building, searching for all evidence.
The middle-aged white man next to Philip had a stern face, but there was a hint of joy in the depths of his eyes.
"Jayne, Catherine and the others are definitely finished, and my position may be able to move forward. God is really on my side." Ohm thought excitedly .
Philip patted his forehead and looked at Ohm who was in a daze. He suppressed the anger in his heart and asked indifferently:
"Mr. Ohm, can I ask a few questions?"
Ohm, who was in a daze, suddenly shuddered. After seeing Philip beside him, he reacted:
"Uh... As long as it doesn't involve company secrets, I can answer some of the things I know."
"OK." Philip pressed his recorder and asked, "Has there been any abnormality at ADM recently? I mean, are there any enemies?"
"In this regard..." Ohm didn't know how to answer. He couldn't say that there were many forces in the world who were hoping that ADM would explode on the spot.
After all, if the company is to be developed into a world-class grain trader, it will certainly offend a lot of vested interests in the process.
"Okay! I understand." Philip also knew that he had asked a stupid question, so he changed the subject directly:
"Then the next question is, what areas are the five floors that were destroyed ?"
Ohm thought for a moment and replied, "The 4th floor is the global contact center, the 5th floor is the large conference room, the 6th floor is the small conference room and data archive room, the 7th floor is the president's office and library, and the 8th floor is the president's lounge and exercise room."
Philip looked at the explosion area in the building and roughly estimated that the center of the explosion was near the small conference room. It was obvious that the other party's target was ADM's executives.
Ohm's hesitation on many issues made Philip very frustrated. He knew that such a large company must have a lot of secrets that must not be made public, but this also brought a lot of difficulties to the investigation.
The bombing of ADM's headquarters suddenly made the four major grain traders feel uneasy and disrupted many of their plans.
