hollywood melon man

Chapter 637 This Time He Really Became Bond

The doctors at Landrini-Jobs Medical Center were ready to perform surgery as soon as Commissioner Smith arrived.

Subcutaneous eavesdropping devices and subcutaneous poison sacs were stuffed into Commissioner Smith's body. His arms were also modified and a mysterious instrument was implanted in his scalp.

These are products of the research and development laboratories of companies such as Apple and Watermelon and Banana, and are used on Commissioner Smith.

When Commissioner Smith woke up, he found himself in a ward, and Ricky Evans, whom he had just met not long ago, was looking at him with a smile on his face.

Next to Reggie Evans was a blonde beauty with long legs, and Commissioner Smith recognized her at a glance.

"Hi, Ivanka, why are you here?"

Ivanka ignored Commissioner Smith and spoke to Reggie Evans: "You make sure he listens to us?"

"Of course," Ricky Evans said confidently, "He has to listen. We have recorded everything he does."

"But this doesn't matter to him. After all, he has done this kind of thing many times."

"Yes, but it's enough to make their organization distrust him. And we detected biological evidence from the two twin girls. I think it's enough for the prosecutor to prosecute him."

Ivanka thought about it and nodded.

For a person who is used to bullying others and has the protection of an organization, once the organization's trust is deprived of him, he will be no different from a stray dog ​​on the roadside and anyone can kick him.

"Ivanka, you...what do you want to do?" Commissioner Smith was a little horrified as he listened to the conversation between the two.

He already felt terrified and began to beg for mercy: "No, no, spare my life! I will give you whatever you want. I have money and a lot of stocks. I can give you everything."

Ricky Evans then turned to Commissioner Smith and said, "Mr. Smith, we want you to be a 007."

"What do you mean?"

"It means you should be a spy for us. Provide us with all the lists you know, and record some evidence and submit it to us."

Commissioner Smith knew what this meant instantly. It must be evidence of some bad deeds. But would it be useful? They were all powerful people who controlled every aspect of society.

Even if the exposure does no harm to those bigwigs, the end is certain for Commissioner Smith, and that is death.

So of course Commissioner Smith didn't agree: "This is impossible, you want me to die..."

"That's right," Ricky Evans nodded. "I want you to die. You're going to die anyway whether you agree or not. In that case, why don't you promise us to do something useful for society and atone for your sins."

Ivanka also spoke up: "My boss said that if you are willing to help, he will send you to live across the street after the matter is completed.

Didn't you say he's close to that side? To tell you the truth, my boss has a strong relationship with that side, so it won't be a problem for you to survive.

There’s an old saying over there that goes, it’s better to live a miserable life than to die a good death, think about it!”

"Who is your boss?" Commissioner Smith immediately responded: "You work for Gilbert Jr., he is your boss."

"Congratulations, you got the answer right, but unfortunately there is no prize." Ivanka was in the mood to be naughty: "What do you think? Do you want to consider it?"

"Ivanka, please, I really can't, please don't!" Commissioner Smith looked like he was about to cry, looking pitiful.

"We have met, and I wrote you a love letter, remember? I have good communication with your father, and I know that your father's group is undergoing transformation, and I can help your father."

Ivanka smiled slightly: "I'm sorry, you don't have to worry about my father's affairs, you should just take care of yourself!"

Ricky Evans didn't waste any more words: "Okay, since you don't agree, there's no need for us to continue talking. Miss Ivanka, I suggest that we make our evidence public. In this way, Mr. Smith will lose his trustworthiness." "Okay, let's do as you say." Ivanka agreed, and the two walked out together.

Counting silently in his mind, Commissioner Smith quickly said, "Ivanka, wait a minute."

"What? You agreed?" Ivanka asked, turning back.

"I want you to give me a promise."

"Promise? That's hard to say, but we can do it, as long as you help us."

An atmosphere of silence spread, and Smith hesitated, but finally agreed.

"I will, but you must ensure my safety."

Ivanka and Reggie Evans smiled at each other and said, "No problem!"

Far away in Los Angeles, Gilbert Jr. received a call from Ivanka: "Well done, be careful, safety is the most important, and everything else can be put aside."

Ivanka felt warm in her heart. "Don't worry about me, but I don't understand. Smith is actually right. These minor scandals are basically nothing to the bigwigs on Wall Street, not to mention that they have such a close relationship with the media groups."

Gilbert Jr. laughed and said, "Ivanka, you are still living in the traditional era like those people. What kind of society are we in now? It is the Internet era, and next we will usher in the mobile media era.

This is an era that is enough to change the discourse, and soon you, all of you will find that traditional media will eventually be replaced by the Internet. "

In a place with a voting system, scandals may not bring down powerful people, but they can make a prominent figure infamous.

In any case, the public tends to be conservative, and they will definitely not support someone who loves lolita or even harms lolita.

Money can buy power, and power in turn guarantees money. But one day this logic will fail, and then there will be loopholes, so this is a process of seizing power.

However, for Gilbert Jr., while depriving his opponents of power, he also needs to ensure that he has someone who can fill the power vacuum, otherwise all his hard work will be in vain for others.

In fact, Gilbert Jr. has also provided a lot of sponsorship in recent years, but it is not enough and a larger scale is needed.

The Blue Group's move this time meant that he was doomed to be unable to get along with the Blue Group, so he could only support the Red Group. The problem now was that the current Red Group had almost consumed all the prestige it had left behind, and it was not the Red Group he wanted.

So many big things have happened, and the results are not satisfactory. It is definitely not going to win in two years. If a scandal breaks out, maybe it can make up for this gap.

Moreover, they have been operating for dozens or even hundreds of years, so it is not so easy to fall. This is a long-term struggle, and little Gilbert doesn't care. If he is not allowed to make movies and make money, he will make trouble.

Anyway, this is not his place, he hopes it is as chaotic as possible, which also satisfies his identity as a melon man.

When the trouble is over, I will run to the other side, where the development is also going on. I can go to Beijing Film Academy to take classes, adjust Chinese films, and get the title of an old friend, which is very nice.

Of course, this is one situation.

Things always develop in a spiral. When little Gilbert reached his position, he could influence many people and things. He was in the vortex and sometimes he couldn't help himself.

You can't just sit there and wait for the lamb to be slaughtered without fighting back, right? Even if the turkey can't beat the farmer, it should at least stand up and fight back. It can't be used as Christmas dinner, right?

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and even sensitive people could smell something unusual.

There is no final conclusion as to where history is heading.

(End of this chapter)