As things developed to this point, many of Huggins' questions suddenly became clear. He even found that he had more curiosity, other emotions - fear, nervousness or the life of facing the countdown... no longer exists.

This old agent who was used to storms stood by the cliff and calmed down. Since it was a dead end, it would be better to face it calmly than to beg for mercy on his knees. All the concerns and thoughts in his mind disappeared and he spread his hands: "Can you give me a cigarette?"

The housekeeper handed the cigarette up and gave him a fire. After taking a few sips, Huggins looked at the man opposite with his legs crossed. The large floor-to-ceiling window behind him was a magnificent sea with ups and downs. At this moment, he understood this meaning a little, and he controlled everything like a overlord.

Through the hazy smoke, Huggins asked: "Then I guess, the president of the country is already your puppet, too?"

"As you think." Yang Ming nodded.

"What other aspects have you penetrated?" Huggins faced death calmly, but he felt a lot of curiosity in his heart, wanting to get an answer before death.

Yang Ming seemed to be happy to say to people: "Many, including areas you would not expect."

"What's your purpose?" Huggins said after he felt that he asked a very boring question, and turned it into: "Do you want to be an emperor? A dictatorial world?"

"No!" Yang Ming shook his head with great certainty, "The emperor of South Africa, the world of a group of black people? His identity is focused by the whole world, and he is like a shadow. I am not a public topic."

"Then what do you want to do?" Huggins asked.

"I want to do whatever I want to do." Yang Ming said with a smile.

There is no specific answer, but Huggins understands, freedom - for many people, from the poor to the president and the emperor, no one is absolutely free.

But Yang Ming kept approaching the area he wanted, which might be a little comfort to Huggins, but Yang Ming then smashed him to pieces: "You know, then it's my turn now."

"I can't say anything." Huggins was sure that he wouldn't tell any secrets that the other party wanted to know without being tortured.

"I know." Yang Ming smiled, "The people you had said the same thing before, it's really boring. In the end, you've just told everything you know honestly."

"I'm different." Huggins has endured the harsh test of torture and considers himself to be extremely strong.

Yang Ming said pitifully with a look at the guinea pig: "In the face of technology, there will be no difference just because you are an American, you are the CIA, and he is Mossad."

When Huggins didn't react, the butler shot the vein in his neck. Huggins wanted to struggle, but the old butler pressed it tightly with one hand, and the power was as if a thousand tons of rocks were pressed on his shoulder!

At this moment, he also understood that this was not a terrifying old man in his sixties or seventies. Under his skin, there was obviously a machine or monster that made people frightened!

"Come now." Yang Ming said to another Huggins.

"Okay, sir." The machine Huggins sat in front of Huggins, "Now I need to know, your birth, your experience, and any secrets you have."

"I was born in New Jersey, in 1970..." Huggins said anything straight away without any resistance.

The entire conversation lasted for about two hours. The agents outside waited for a long time, and gradually became a little anxious, and they had no idea what was going on inside.

But everyone thinks that in broad daylight, Huggins will not be in danger. This is the most basic rule, unless he dares to declare war on the United States, but it is impossible.

The facts also confirmed their conjecture. Huggins did not reappear after more than two hours. He walked out alone, with a bit of annoyance on his face. He got into the car and waved his hand to signal back.

After driving out for a while, some subordinates couldn't help asking: "Sir, have any progress?"

Huggins had a little impatient look on his face, but he also said: "Let's stop this project, he's on our side."

Although there was only one sentence, everyone in the car understood and knew that they would be consciously bad-hearted in their stomachs - the identity that Huggins didn't know in advance, was obviously a very senior person.

From his relationship with the American arms dealer Williams to his contacts with members of Congress and politicians, this is also the best answer. This is a rather hidden person.

In fact, the United States has always developed this type of informant, and it cannot be said to be informant, because the other party has a high social status and should be partners and belong to the work of the head of state, and they cannot interfere.

So to this end, the relevant staff destroyed all relevant Yang Ming information and contents, and the confidentiality regulations made them completely rot in their stomachs. In terms of Huggins, they also submitted a report, indicating that Yang Ming and South Africa were just a money transaction and were not at a high level.

Huggins is the leader in charge of this project. His conclusion is equivalent to the final report of the CIA. Yang Ming's project level has been reduced to a general level. He also belongs to this level, and many wealthy businessmen in the world who control certain fields.

The entire project ended here, and Huggins, who was helpless and unresponsible, continued to exercise his responsibilities and started a new project... Yang Ming's omnipresent tentacles were also tied to the CIA's huge intelligence agency, taking root and sprouting, starting from them, spreading like a virus.

But that's another story.

...

Yang Ming, who had done the matter, was already on the plane returning to China.

All the work on the agenda has been completed. In terms of future strategies, continuing to launch technology, continuing to innovate areas, and maintaining the expansion speed as a giant... are already planned content.

He has now increased the amount to 500 million/month, and has more unlocked exchange items and more high-end technology. Impulsive consumption is not at all threatening his huge capital reserves.

Yang Ming looked at it for a while and put the computer aside. His life had reached its peak. What he wanted to see now is the results he created, or enjoy his glory or the secrets of black cards. Because there was always something to consume energy.

It was already late at night when I returned to the villa in the middle of the mountain. I tiptoed into the house and came to the bedroom. The familiar smell of perfume was lingering in the tip of my nose. The outline of the quilt could be vaguely seen in the night and jumped up.

Was it empty?

The lights in the house suddenly lit up, and then the lady’s laughter: “Hahaha! I knew you were back!”

Yang Ming turned over and looked at them hiding behind the door. Each of them carried a bottle of wine. He probably was still drinking so hard that he knew he was back when he was not asleep.

But he wondered: "Damn Brother Yan, do you have no place to go? I come to sleep with my wife all day long! Those who don't know would think that my adults are so open-minded and willing to give them to the young ones!"

Zhang Haiyan, wearing pajamas, had a dark protruding spot, her cheeks were red, and she looked a little drunk: "I want to find someone to marry, and no one can accept me, only my little sister took it in! Kiss!"

She originally intended to kiss her face, but Li Wei thought she wanted to kiss her face. When she turned her head, the two of them met her mouth. After a second, they laughed. Yang Ming couldn't stand it and took the pillow: "I'm sleeping outside!"

"Sleep inside!" Li Wei shouted.

Yang Ming looked back at them and knew he shouldn't say it, but he still wanted to say: "I don't dislike it, but it's so awkward. Can you call someone more spicy and sexy on the phone-"

"You dare! You're dead!" The pillow flew over and the battle began.
Chapter completed!