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Chapter 977 The Root of Tragedy (rd update, please subscribe)
Early in the morning, after morning exercise, Hagens had his breakfast in the regular restaurant as usual. While he was having breakfast, a man sat down in front of him, looked up, and Hagens asked.

"Have you eaten? If not..."

"Waiter, a simple meal."

Li Mingjie said while waiting for the meal to be served.

"There is a mission that you need to carry out."

As he spoke, he put the briefcase on the table and pushed it to Hagens.

"Make it an accident."

"I know. What kind of mission is this?"

"He triggered a sensitive spot."

The simple answer made Hagens nod. Just like the last mission, they had been carrying out similar missions here in the past few years.

What kind of task is this?

To monitor and enforce, in a certain area, their people set up "sensitive points" there

As long as someone touches a sensitive point, their every word and action will be monitored by someone. Every sound they make will be heard by someone, and every movement they make will be carefully observed by someone.

If necessary, the next step is to clear it.

And Hagens is the "razor", a "razor" that specializes in shaving off potential threats.

After the waiter brought breakfast, Hagens began to look through the information.

"A doctor?"

"Is there a problem?"

Shaking his head, Hagens continued to look at the information and formulated an action plan in his mind.

To him, this is just a job, and the doctor in the photo is just the object of his work.

What kind of accident should be created?

"What brand of cigarettes does he smoke?"

"South Sea Camel,"

Nodding, Hagens said.

"Ok, I see."

……

In the afternoon sun, Hagens slowly walked into the clinic. Although there were few European patients like him in the clinic, Dr. Mahathir was still very enthusiastic about the European patients.

"Good afternoon, sir, how can I help you?"

Because he studied in the UK, Mahathir speaks with a standard London accent.

"Hello, doctor."

Hagens stepped forward with a forced smile on his face, coughed lightly a few times, and then said:
"I feel a little under the weather, probably because I got caught in the rain while traveling."

It turned out to be a foreign tourist.

Mahathir nodded and motioned for him to sit down. Then he skillfully took out a stethoscope from a drawer and began to examine Hagens.

At the moment when the doctor was examining him, Hagens' hand quietly reached out to the doctor's desk. His movements were quick and covert, and when his fingers touched the cigarette box, he stuffed a cigarette that had been prepared long ago into it.

The whole process was completed in a flash, and Mahathir, who was concentrating on the examination, was unaware of it. Soon, the diagnosis and treatment was over, and the result was obvious.

"Sir, you are not sick. You may be too tired from traveling. My suggestion is that you take a good rest for two days."

"Thank you, doctor. I will follow your advice and rest well."

Hagens stood up and said.

As he turned to leave, he glanced at the doctor again. With his departure, the clinic returned to silence. Mahathir was still immersed in his investigation. As he flipped through the fertility data, he reached for the cigarette box, took out a cigarette, lit it, took a puff, and muttered to himself.

"Our fertility rate has dropped by 70%. This is definitely not normal. This is definitely a conspiracy. Thank God for letting me discover it..."

While talking, Mahathir was looking through the documents and smoking a cigarette. Not long after he started smoking, he felt something strange in his body. Before he could figure out what was going on, he fell down. About half an hour later, an ambulance drove over in a hurry, and Mahathir, who had lost consciousness, was carried on a stretcher.

Hagens was sitting outside the coffee shop opposite, reading a newspaper and looking at the clinic opposite. This was exactly the result he was waiting for.

Compared to causing a car accident, which is a crude and simple method of tampering with the car, Hagens prefers to use more covert means, such as poisoning.

Poisoning has always been a technical job. How to end the target's life and ensure that his body can safely pass toxicology testing is definitely a skill.

Fortunately, Hydra and the Secret Intelligence Service have very good technology in this area, and some of the drugs they have developed can easily achieve this goal.

Therefore, Hagens's visit to the clinic was just to poison. Looking at the ambulance going away, Hagens first looked at his watch, then rolled up the newspaper, stood up and left.

Just a few hours later, Mahathir died of a sudden heart attack in a local hospital.

This is just an accident. After all, people are born, grow old, get sick and die!

Until his death, he didn't know that some secrets cannot be touched, and once touched, the price will be death.

……

"It will be exposed sooner or later."

In the office of the director of the Secret Intelligence Service, the middle-aged man sitting in front of Cheng Pengan reported.

"After all, sometimes data cannot be concealed. In the past few years, the fertility rate of local people has dropped too fast. These data will always arouse the curiosity of some people."

"Ok, I know,"

Cheng Pengan nodded and said.

“People are always curious, but our mission is to ensure that this plan can continue for as long as possible. After all, Operation Incense is related to our overall layout in Malaysia.”

"Operation Incense" was an operation planned by the Intelligence Agency a few years ago. The core of this operation was very simple - it was to use the special properties of cottonseed oil to carry out birth control for certain people.

Well, to put it simply, it means to cut off the incense offerings from the people.

"Director, the operation has been going on for five years now. According to the doctor's report, the reproductive function of most people has been irreversibly damaged. Moreover, experiments a few years ago also showed that after half a year, the damage is irreversible. Now that the operation has been carried out for such a long time, perhaps we can temporarily stop it and use our people in places where they are more needed."

Many places are in need of manpower now, and in Malaysia and Mindanao, there are many people there implementing this plan that has been completed.

Looking at the subordinates in front of him, Cheng Pengan shook his head and said.

"No, that's not enough. What we need is to delay its exposure as long as possible so that more people can enjoy the power of science."

As the director of the Secret Intelligence Service, Cheng Pengan was very clear about the ultimate goal of this mission. He was just carrying it out.

"As for the final exposure..."

Cheng Peng calmed down and said:

"Even if it is exposed, it has nothing to do with us. All problems will be attributed to the lack of understanding of scientific knowledge. Who knows? When those people were selling radium products and using it for beauty, health and even sexual enhancement, they probably didn't know that radium radiation was fatal."

This is also the most hidden part of the whole plan... No one knows that cottonseed oil contains ingredients that can cause male infertility and endanger their fertility.

"So even if it is finally exposed, it will not have any impact - because of ignorance, not because of conspiracy or deliberateness."

"Director, what are we doing now?"

"What we are doing now is to ensure that everyone remains ignorant until all this is finally discovered and revealed by scientists. At that time, our work will naturally be over."

Cheng Pengan's tone was very calm, as if he was just talking about a trivial matter.

"As long as people remain ignorant, they can continue to enjoy the gift of science. In just one or two years, those people will basically lose their fertility."

When he said this, Cheng Pengan's mind flashed back to what the Excellency had said to him.

"Ignorance! When everything is finally revealed, people will be grateful for the scientists' discoveries, but the origin of the tragedy is...ignorance. It can perfectly explain everything without triggering any conspiracy theories."

Yes, this incident was never a conspiracy. It was just a common food safety disaster at best!

He then gave a few simple instructions, and after his subordinates left the office, Cheng Pengan once again opened the document in front of him.

He looked at the contents of the document and said to himself:
"This is a conspiracy!"

(End of this chapter)