Chapter 1,147 Remuneration of 50 Million US Dollars

The hexagonal fortress is like a medal embedded in the earth, quietly located in the center of the small crater. The solid lunar soil is its first wall, and an archway is dug into one side of the crater, which is the only entrance and exit to the entire military base.

The entire military base located in the crater covers a total area of ​​9,000 square meters, with three floors each, each 5 meters high. The highest point is level with the outer edge of the crater, and the lowest point is 20 meters deep underground. The roof is made of concrete and covered with lunar soil, about 2-3 meters thick.

The wall is divided into two parts, the inner and outer parts. The outer wall is 1.5 meters thick, and the inner wall is 2 meters thick. There is 0.7 meters of lunar soil sandwiched between the inner and outer walls to prevent cosmic rays, solar wind, and meteorite impacts.

Due to the insufficient width of the archway, the bulky lunar rover can only be parked outside the military base.

Jiang Chen and Xia Shiyu didn't wait long. The door of the military base opened. Two officers in spacesuits walked out of the military base. They danced skillfully as kangaroos and floated towards them.

Standing in front of Jiang Chen, the two officers neatly performed a military salute and led them to the military base.

The officer in charge was named Hou Zhengwen, the former captain of the Star Ring Trade Navy frigate, now a reserve officer of the Earth Fleet and the general manager of the lunar military base. When he led Jiang Chen to the military base, he said to Jiang Chen as he walked.

"The soldiers have gathered in the central square and are ready for review at any time. Would you like to walk around the military base with me first, or go to the square now?"

"Let's go to the square first. Don't keep our boys waiting too long." Jiang Chen said with a smile.

"yes!"

Following the two officers, when entering the military base, Jiang Chen took the time to look at the outline of the entire military base.

The interior of the building is designed in sections, and airlocks are installed between sections. Once the building is damaged and the atmosphere leaks out, the airlock can be dropped to isolate the damaged area. People who are too late to evacuate do not need to panic. They can take refuge in the sleeping cabins distributed on both sides of the safety passage and wait for rescue.

This kind of design is generally the same as Guanghan City. Before the breakthrough of shield technology, this method can only be used.

Fifteen hundred soldiers gathered in the central square of the military base and formed a neat formation.

I have to admit that the quality of those elites from various member countries is indeed much better than the reserve crew members of Star Ring Trade in all aspects.

When I was in school during military training,

Jiang Chen kept complaining that no matter how good he was in goose-stepping, he would still be knocked down by a bullet. However, standing in his current position, he had to admit that standing posture was the most intuitive reflection of the spirit of a soldier and an army.

Even with only one-sixth of the gravity, these soldiers were as stable as a bottle of sculpture. This alone was enough to make Jiang Chen nod with joy.

It seems that these nearly two months of training were not wasted.

…

While Jiang Chen was inspecting the future soldiers of the Earth Fleet, it was late at night in Washington, 400,000 kilometers away.

In the center of the bustling world, a man in a suit walked quickly through the street, stopped under a bronze street lamp, took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and after confirming the address on it again, he turned Entering the alley next to it, I walked into an unremarkable coffee shop.

This is K Street.

If "Wall Street" in New York, the eye of the U.S. financial crisis, is the center of international finance, then "K Street" between the White House and Capitol Hill can be said to be the center of ever-changing international politics.

This street is home to a large number of think tanks, lobbying groups, public relations companies and civil society organizations, as well as international headquarters, the World Bank and the International Monetary Fund. There are a large number of lobbying groups and well-known lobbyists here, and a lot of politics and power are traded on this street every day, making K Street famous.

Or infamous.

"The information you want," he took out a document from his arms and threw it on the table. The man took a deep breath and sat opposite the woman. "All the candidates are on it. From their political opinions to their Ticket number. If you still want to know the winning probability of each person, I have a dedicated team to serve you. Of course, the reward will be calculated separately——"

"The reward is next to you." The woman raised her chin slightly and pointed the direction with her eyes.

The man was stunned for a moment and looked to the right side of the seat, only to see a black suitcase standing quietly at his feet. Stretching out his hand to lift the handle, the man's expression changed slightly and he looked at the woman with strange eyes.

"I guess there are Zimbabwe dollars inside..."

The woman raised her wine glass and sipped the red wine in the glass gracefully. After putting down the glass, she reached out and picked up the documents on the table and said casually.

"You can open it and take a look."

The man hesitated for a moment, reached out and opened the button of the suitcase, and after seeing the green color, he quickly closed the suitcase.

That's enough.

It wasn’t Zimbabwean dollars or Walmart coupons. There were at least 200,000 green banknotes lying in the suitcase, and there might even be more.

However, what puzzled the man was why she chose to pay in cash.

There are only two types of people in the United States who carry that much cash.

One is a drug dealer and the other is a fugitive.

Either way, he is not a good person...

"Okay, actually..." The man hesitated, but finally made up his mind and continued to promote his business, "Actually, you can search for these things on the Internet, except for Hillary who has postponed it for some reason. Besides, the candidates have already given their candidacy speeches. I mean, if you just want to find out their license plate number, there is no need to come to me. I am capable of much more than that—"

"Really?" The woman said nonchalantly as she looked through the documents in her hand.

The man opened his mouth.

It seems that clients are not interested in his abilities.

Just when he had given up and was about to get up and leave. The woman sitting opposite him took out a piece of paper from the document and gently threw it in front of him.

"I need you to do something for me," the slender finger tapped lightly on the photo, "investigate him. I need to know everything about him. The more explosive the news, the better. You know what I have to do. "

"Joseph Kennedy!" When he saw the man clearly, the man's face suddenly changed, and he looked obviously hesitant.

"I remember you said," the woman looked at the man, a mysterious smile on her red lips, "your ability goes far beyond just figuring out their license plate numbers."

"You don't know," there was a trace of struggle in the man's expression, and even a hint of fear, "The Kennedy family, they are members of the Boston Consortium. The water behind this is too deep, deep enough to drown every attempt. To test the depths of those who..."

When he said this, the man suddenly noticed a hint of imperceptible disdain in the woman's eyes.

That's right, disdain.

He was sure he saw it right.

If she could express her disdain for the Boston Consortium, who did she represent? Morgan? Rockefeller? Russians? Or China? Or, that legendary...

His eyes hesitated for a moment, and finally the man gritted his teeth and spoke reluctantly.

"If the price is right..."

No matter what you say, listen to the price first. If the price is not suitable, it will not be too late to reject it when the time comes.

The woman opened her left hand and raised five fingers.

"...Five hundred thousand?" The man was stunned for a moment and asked tentatively.

"Fifty million." The woman said lightly.

Fifty million dollars!

His heart contracted suddenly, and the man took a deep breath. The expression on his face changed several times in succession, and finally he suddenly revealed a wry smile.

It was a price you couldn't refuse.

Even if you know that this money is likely to put your life in danger.

"Your answer?" The woman raised her eyebrows.

This question is completely redundant.

No one in K Street could refuse such a generous reward.

Even if the bet is his own life, he is willing to try it.

Taking another deep breath, the man stood up and stretched out his right hand.

"Richard Meyer, this is my name. I wonder if I am lucky enough to know the name of my employer?"

"No." The woman said softly, looking through the documents in her hand.

Even the refusal was so graceful that Meyer, who had his right hand in the air, could not get angry at all.

"...Okay, it doesn't matter," Meyer shrugged with his right hand, looked around, tapped his fingers on the table, and said in a low voice, "Wait for my news."

Without even looking up at him, the woman nodded slightly.

"Well, go ahead." (To be continued.)