No taboos in the world

Chapter 79: Altaïr Group, Peace Agreement
That night, Hong Chen checked into the Empire State Building.

Early the next morning, he was awakened by the sound of sirens and reporters shouting outside.

I turned on the TV and saw that a congressman had been shot 63 times. His bloody body, full of holes, was hung on the top of the Empire State Building, swaying in the wind.

This little thing certainly cannot be compared with the death of the president, but his death must be inseparable from yesterday's remarks, which made many people who originally wanted to take the opportunity to denounce and earn political capital shut up.

So many days have passed.

The CIA cannot even elect a director, and the vice president keeps refusing to wear the yellow robe and take the position.

A big leader of Xiao Zi was killed, and they did not dare to complain to their biological father on the surface, so they could only appeal to the international community to catch the murderer as soon as possible, and stated that if necessary, they could provide personnel to help hunt down the murderer.

Well, that's a good joke.

Hong Chen got up and washed, and dealt with three inspections by the police, FBI and CIA. Then he ordered a buffet and replied to John's text messages while eating.

John: The CIA wants to negotiate with you, and they have a scapegoat ready.

Hong Chen: Trap.

John: I think you should tell me your conditions so that I can negotiate with them on your behalf.

Hong Chen: If you talk to them, it proves that you are in the same group with me, or it’s a trap.

John: Okay, since you are very alert, I will leave it to you and just convey it to you.

Hong Chen: Well, we are not the ones who should be anxious. You should take good care of Helen and Nina.

John then sent a photo of Nina eating with her head down.

Hong Chen smiled and turned around to send the message to Anna's email.

The phone suddenly rang.

Not Anna, but Yuri.

As soon as he answered the phone, he asked, "Yuri, has my stuff arrived?"

"Oh, dear boss, I was just about to tell you the good news. Your food has arrived and you can pick it up anytime. In addition, I heard about the two business deals you have done recently. To be honest, each one of them shocked me! I can swear that I have seen a lot of villains, but when I think back to the first time we met, I still can't help feeling like peeing my pants. I can't believe that I once rejected such an excellent boss." Yuri said heartily.

After listening to this, Hong Chen paused and asked, "How long did it take you to prepare this speech?"

"Hahaha, just three or four days. Boss, do you have any other instructions?"

"First, continue to collect the food and ship it over. Second, Mexico needs more manpower, and this time I want the kind that is willing to risk their lives for money."

"No problem. In fact, I have already contacted them. The second batch of food will leave tonight. As for manpower, I can provide more than 200 people immediately. They are all those who were eliminated in the previous selection."

"Well done, Yuri. Keep up the good work! Who knows, you might be able to become a commander-in-chief in the future."

"Hiss... Boss, are you serious?"

"I don't like to joke around, especially with men."

"Hahahaha, great! I suddenly feel more motivated. But I'm in a little trouble now..."

"International police? Find Marcus, he'll help you solve it."

"Okay boss, thank you boss!"

"One last thing. Help me register a company. The name is...Altaïr."

The Assassin's Brotherhood does not seem to be the name of an organization that can be used in the open. It is more suitable to exist in the dark underground world.

But in this era, no matter whether it is a gray industry or a purely black business, a white shell is always needed to facilitate operation and cope with the order that exists on the surface of the world.

The Altaïr Group.

The name comes from an unnamed master assassin.

After breakfast, Hong Chen left leisurely under the watchful eyes of many police officers and agents.

At the airport, the police force has increased more than tenfold, and the security check is unprecedented. It can be seen that they want to trap the murderer to death in New York.

However, many times, as long as the murderer hiding in the dark does not make any mistakes himself, it will be difficult for the police in the open to catch the murderer through ordinary means.

Reality is not a movie or TV show.

Hong Chen also has no bad habit of deliberately provoking or leaving clues.

Seven hours later.

Walking out of Charles de Gaulle Airport, he drove a dusty sedan from the parking lot.
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There are countless castles in Europe, but very few are used for normal living.

Gramont transformed and expanded his family's castle into a unique giant manor. The building looks simple in appearance, but the interior decoration design is full of modern atmosphere.

How did Hong Chen know?
"Annie, come with me to the bathroom."

"it is good."

He stood up and a tall red-haired girl in a short black skirt took his arm.

The two walked into the bathroom, and the red-haired girl came to the toilet. Regardless of the people around, she lifted her skirt, took off her camisole and sat down.

Hong Chen had his back to him, but because of the mirror he was still forced to see it clearly.

But in the bathroom, it would be even more suspicious if he looked anywhere else, so he could only continue looking in the mirror and pretending to put on makeup.

"Annie, I heard that you have never been a model before?" the girl suddenly asked.

"Ah."

"So do you know what we are doing here tonight?"

"know."

"Are you scared?"

"Not afraid."

The red-haired girl laughed. "That's good. With your looks, figure, and temperament, I don't believe there would be any man who wouldn't be attracted to you. Otherwise, the agent wouldn't have sent you, a newcomer, here."

Hong Chen smiled faintly and asked, "Have you been here many times?"

"Well, basically once a month, and every time there are seven or eight sisters together. We are supermodels, so we only need to accompany Mr. Gramont, and those little models have to cooperate with those weird bodyguards. So, Annie, it really comes in handy to be good-looking!"

After saying that, the red-haired girl stood up, went to the mirror to wash her hands, touch up her makeup, and tidy up her clothes, and then the two went out hand in hand.

moment.

The mahogany door was suddenly pushed open, and the young Marquis of Gramont walked in with a smile.

Suddenly, the models who were chatting and playing in the room stood up and rushed over, surrounding him. Hong Chen lowered his head slightly and followed behind the supermodels.

Gramont was pushed towards the sofa by the crowd. He didn't need to do anything. Food and drink came to his mouth, and his clothes mysteriously disappeared one by one.

He closed his eyes in enjoyment.

However, he soon noticed that the laughter around him was becoming less and less.

Open your eyes.

A hidden sword enlarged in the pupil and pierced through the eyeball and penetrated deep into the skull in an instant.

With a flip of his wrist, the hidden sword turned, and the brain matter was instantly turned into a paste.

He withdrew his hand, and red and white liquid dripped from the silver blade.

I took out my phone and recorded it. A group of supermodels fainted, surrounding a corpse. All of them were in dishevel. The scene was a little scary.

He turned around and went out, following the sound to the next door.

Similar to what the red-haired supermodel said, a group of weird-looking bodyguards were playing games with a group of girls.

Without spending much effort, Hong Chen dealt with them all.

Then, it’s time to deal with any bodyguards or assassins in other parts of the castle.

Half an hour later.

Hong Chen walked out of the castle and came to the car and leaned against it.

She lifted her hair that was already long enough to cover her eyes, lowered her head and lit a cigarette. While smoking, she sent all the dozens of photos she had just taken to Winston.

After a while, Winston sent a series of exclamation marks.

Followed by.

[You should stay away for the time being. When the High Table holds a meeting, I will propose that the Assassin Brotherhood replace Gramont. However, they will definitely not agree the first time. Then you can show the ability of the Assassin Brotherhood again. In a year at most, I guarantee that you can take that seat.]

Hong Chen raised his eyebrows and quickly typed a reply: It's too long, I can't wait.

Winston: It's a necessary process.

Hong Chen: Whoever disagrees will be sent to reunite with his entire family.

Winston: You will become the public enemy of the assassin world!
Hong Chen: Twelve... Now there are only eleven left. They can only represent themselves, and they can't even fully represent their own gangs. As for those killers who are loyal to their mothers, what public enemies are they talking about? When they have a meeting, notify me.

Winston: What are you going to do?
Hong Chen: Those who obey live, and those who disobey die. Stop talking nonsense and remember to notify me.

Holding his cell phone, Hong Chen drove to the airport and rushed to Mexico overnight.

After landing, Anna picked us up.

After returning to the villa on the coast, Hong Chen began to catch up on his sleep, and Anna insisted on staying by his side.

As they were accompanying each other, the two of them started fighting for no apparent reason.

The next morning.

Anna refused breakfast and curled up in bed to sleep.

Hong Chen was eating alone when Marcus came to visit.

"I've bought everything you want, and I'm helping you train those people, but how do you want to solve the problem in the north?"

"Just wait." Hong Chen finished his breakfast in no time and went to see the twenty-one elite soldiers with Marcus.

They had just been forced to retire not long ago, and they still had a distinct military aura about them. Coupled with their typical Russian appearance, they looked even more difficult to mess with.

As they had all experienced layoffs, they were very polite to their boss Hong Chen.

After recognizing the person, Hong Chen painted a big pie for Marcus and then went straight into the studio.

During this period, Anna came to see him once and then stayed.

Seven days later, he taught Anna the basic production method, and brought out 25 sets of fully functional modular Assassin's Creed arm armor made by himself.

Anna, John, Marcus, Yuri, Winston, plus twenty-one elite soldiers, the perfect number.

However, he still gave his original arm armor to Anna first, and asked her to accept the task immediately from the mainland hotel platform.

He hoped that before he left, Anna could learn as many assassin skills as possible from this equipment that contained the wisdom of countless assassin masters.

This will not only help her control the Assassin Brotherhood in the future, but also enable her to have greater strength to protect herself.

So, Anna started to accept and complete tasks continuously.

While Hong Chen was coaching and training the twenty-one people, he also took the time to go north to send several people who would take over as directors and commanders-in-chief to reunite with their predecessors.

A month later.

Hong Chen received two messages in succession.

First, the CIA finally realized the importance of the brain and gave conditions for negotiating.

Second, the High Table did not find the murderer of the Gramont massacre, so they decided to hold a meeting to gather strength to avenge him, not because of how united they were, but to maintain the reputation and status of the High Table.

CIA Langley Headquarters.

No reporters, no coverage.

But here are the people who represent most of the rights in this country.

They didn't exchange even a single word with Hong Chen, they just wanted to see what this bandit and thug who could fight against their all-out pursuit looked like.

Judging from their expressions, they should be disappointed, because Hong Chen is neither supernatural nor as vicious as they imagined.

In the spacious office, there was only one person accompanying Hong Chen.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Hong. I'm Stanley Curtis, currently working for the CIA." He is the representative pushed by the CIA, and if this matter can be resolved today, he will also become the director of the CIA. Therefore, at this moment he is both nervous and excited.

"Stanley...what a great name. Are you the next director?"

"No... well, actually, if everything goes well today, I will become the director, but if it doesn't, I will resign immediately."

Hong Chen laughed: "Okay, you don't have to be so nervous, let me take a look at the agreement first."

"Mr. Hong, please sit down!" He considerately pulled out a chair for Hong Chen.

Hong Chen sat down. An agreement provided by the CIA had already been placed on the table in front of him.

After reading it carefully, he found that there were only three main points.

First, the murderer was from a certain KB organization that was notorious all over the world. In order to maintain world peace and stability, Hong Chen found evidence and sniped the murderer and leader sent by the organization.

Second, Hong Chen’s identity should not be made public, but his achievements cannot be ignored, so he will receive a bonus of $400 million and will also receive future supplies of weapons and equipment from the military.

Third, the two sides will form a partnership, share intelligence in the future, help each other, and develop together.

“Are there any restrictions on the supply of weapons and equipment?”

"Except for nuclear weapons and certain classified equipment, you can buy everything else."

"Fighter planes are also OK?"

"Uh...according to the agreement, you can buy the foreign trade payment."

Hong Chen nodded, and said with some embarrassment: "But I don't know how to drive, what should I do?"

Stanley raised his eyebrow, bowed his head and coughed twice, then said: "We can arrange for you to enter the Air Force Academy."

"Great, deal."

Hong Chen picked up the pen and signed his name.

Stanley breathed a sigh of relief.

Standing up, Hong Chen said, "I need help with something right now, are you free?"

Stanley nodded solemnly while holding the agreement: "Of course, we are partners now!"

Hong Chen smiled happily.
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[You have completed the hidden mission: Make the CIA bow its head. ]

(End of this chapter)