Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2348 - 2188: One More Actor Needed
Previously on Rebirth: Super Banking System...
The deeper I ponder it.
The wider my grin spreads.
Gazing at his father resting on the bed, the elder couldn't suppress a grin. After directing the nurse to provide excellent care, he departed alongside the younger folks, making their way to the adjacent lodge.
As for the size.
It's far larger than any modest private aircraft.
"Father."
"Hmm?"
"Doesn't this seem a little dangerous?" His son had to inquire. For one, the remedy from Burma remained untested completely, and for another, it served as a declaration of position.
By doing so.
The massive drug corporations would have no choice but to choke down their resentment.
Upon hearing those words.
The elder let out a soft chuckle.
"Dangerous?"
"Not at all."
"Certain matters escape your grasp, and it's wiser to remain in the dark for the moment. Simply trust that my decision stands correct." The issue involving Gitti carried extreme secrecy.
In the household.
At present, just two individuals are aware.
This affair holds immense weight.
The less who learn of this leverage, the safer it is. His son handles mostly operational affairs, while the overarching control rests with these seasoned leaders.
"Understood."
The man in his middle years, despite his bewilderment, refrained from probing deeper. At minimum, he could set aside concerns over such issues; maybe it tied into some deal with the opposing party.
In no time.
Each of them headed back to their quarters.
For some repose.
...
Shanghai Stock Exchange.
Estate.
A faint smirk danced in Tang Qing's gaze. The count of individuals aboard that vessel kept rising, and the details shared with the Dupont clan were naturally ones he allowed to reach the elder.
Otherwise.
Uncovering it would prove nearly impossible. The Ford clan's secrecy measures here, along with their thorough erasure, were exceptionally solid. Concerning the intent behind the disclosure,
Straightforward.
---Lessen opposition.
Earlier.
The primary approach involved stirring up misconceptions, yet in this phase, to advance the upcoming chain of schemes, the core tactic required adjustment.
Adapt to the era.
At this point.
With actions expanding in scale, the opposition encountered kept mounting steadily. Only through shattering the existing equilibrium and establishing a fresh one could progress occur without hitches.
Infernal Affairs.
Ha!
Fascinating.
Yet.
A fresh participant must enter the scene.
...
"Phew!"
Upon the mattress.
Gitti jolted awake abruptly, surveying the surroundings that felt both known and alien, she let out an inner sigh, pondering how long these monotonous days might persist.
Deep regret filled her mind.
In the past.
Why had she accepted that mission, plotting against Ling, just to end in defeat with her comrades eliminated, turning her into a captive, trapped like a caged bird.
Day after day.
Labor.
Meals.
Rest.
Walks.
Merely these four routines, cycling endlessly, escaping this confinement was absolutely out of reach, surrounded by towering barriers, the notion of scaling them bordered on delusion.
Besides.
And once over the walls, then what?
Clearly.
The location lay in remote countryside, where scarcely a bird appeared, skies devoid of passing aircraft, clueless even to the facility's whereabouts.
Escape?
Escape where?
Luckily.
Unlike typical jails, this spot lacked brutal overlords or assorted factions. Beneath the governance of those fearsome overseers, even the defiant became meek as felines.
The extended her time here, the stronger Gitti's sense grew that she'd brushed against something immense; the staff in this facility proved overly diverse.
Included those akin to her, from shadowy organizations.
Killers.
Hired fighters.
Offenders.
Burglars.
Delinquents.
Researchers.
...
It appeared every trade was represented, and Gitti firmly believed the self-proclaimed burglars and delinquents hid deeper layers, possessing the means to end up in such a site.
Ending up here.
Nothing straightforward about it; no trials had occurred, yet they all remained confined.
Take, for example.
One researcher claimed he'd been developing a human enhancement serum to boost abilities, but the attempt flopped. Still, in the process, he stumbled upon a virus.
Extremely powerful.
Capable of vastly awakening one's latent abilities, though with drawbacks like reduced cognition, and overuse turned users feral, snapping at everything nearby.
Easily spread.
Right on the verge of marketing it.
Out of nowhere.
A squad of black-clad figures stormed in, wrecked his gear, stunned him unconscious, and hauled him here sans any questioning.
After listening.
Fear gripped Gitti instantly.
Lunatics.
Horrifying.
She dismissed any chance of deceit, as another inmate identified him; he truly held recognition in biological and chemical circles.
A chill seized her core.
Precisely who constructed this facility?
Furthermore.
Should his account hold truth, their captors surely seized that virus. Were it to proliferate, the fallout defied imagination, utterly dreadful.
This group.
Pursued.
Major ambitions.
Right then.
"Clang!"
The entrance swung open.
"Gitti."
"Step outside."
Startled, Gitti spotted the overseer and promptly descended compliantly. While the environment proved somewhat severe and exhausting, the overseer never mistreated inmates.
No matter the sex.
In this domain.
Her appeal felt virtually nonexistent, that visage which elsewhere might incite unlawful urges appeared no more than an ordinary pebble by the path in the overseer's view.
As insignificant as weeds.
"Yes."
Beyond the threshold.
Trailing behind.
"Tap! Tap!"
Traversing the central path outside crisis periods filled Gitti with intense unease. Recalling the researcher's work, she fretted over potentially serving as a test case.
Utterly frightened!
How to proceed?
Flee?
As if, don't be ridiculous, yet... her mind raced frantically, in the end, she despaired at lacking any recourse.
Quickly.
They reached the Management Center.
Stepped inside.
Navigated twists and turns, entering a chamber with a desk, pair of seats, all bolted down, the overseer took position opposite, gesturing for her to take a seat.
In that instant.
Gitti's pulse thundered in her ears.
"Gitti."
"Present."
Reflex engaged.
She rose sharply, stance rigid, highlighting her striking form, but none of it stirred even a flicker on the overseer's face opposite.
"Take a seat."
"Desire release?"
"Affirmative."
"Aware of the cost required?"
"The cost."
Gitti kept it brief and direct.
Cost.
Serves as humanity's common tender for acquiring whatever they crave, be it trading bodily effort, intellect, or essence, all boil down to a cost.
"Allegiance."
"Agreed."
Gitti paused briefly before consenting. Exchanging devotion for liberty beat aging in captivity, she remained youthful and rejected lifelong imprisonment.
Additionally.
Upon release.
Possibilities abounded.
"Certain?"
"Yes."
"No second thoughts?"
"Yes."
"Without inquiring your assigned tasks?"
"Since you apprehended me, you must grasp my background; the duties likely tie to that background, right?"
"Correct."
"Excellent, I consent." Gitti replied decisively. Regarding extraction for disloyal acts, absurd notion, given the caliber of this outfit.
The detainees.
Any among them commonplace? Engaging in trivial schemes, and as for coveting her looks, pure folly, she understood that much, sufficient.
The cost.
No matter its nature, could it surpass the current plight?
"Very well."
"Sealed."
With those words spoken.
Just as a smile curved Gitti's lips, dizziness overtook her, sight fading, and moments later, she collapsed across the desk. Upon regaining consciousness, she found herself in a lodging.