Chapter 1,345 Then I’ll Help You.

"Before the packing is completed, all servers are placed in the confidential archives. Let alone ghost agents, not even a fly can fly in. You can rest assured on this. This is not the first time we have helped you keep it." package'," Maj. Gen. Howard said.

"The opponent is Star Ring Trade, so we have to be more cautious." Fatel said.

Major General Howard shrugged and continued to lead the way.

Several people chatted some useless words along the way, but no matter what they said, Jiang Chen couldn't hear it. The electronic sunglasses have a built-in camera, but apparently no built-in microphone. The agent must have had something like a headset on him, but he neither opened nor took it out.

Although Jiang Chen, who was standing in the perspective of Agent A, tried to guess what they were talking about through their mouth movements, but because he saw more of the backs of the three bosses, he finally gave up on this useless effort. The drone was controlled to keep a distance of fifty meters from the signal source, patiently waiting for their footsteps to stop.

Not long after, the group stopped at the door of a room numbered 014. Major General Howard took out the key, said a few words to Fatel behind him, and stepped forward to open the iron door himself.

The moment the iron door opened, Jiang Chen's pupils shrank slightly.

Looking over Major General Howard's shoulder, what was displayed in the center of the room was rows of gray computer boxes.

How about just throwing an EMP?

no……

Jiang Chen quickly rejected this idea.

This is not the Colombian battlefield. This is the Yokosuka military base, the headquarters of the US military stationed in Japan, and the location of the Seventh Fleet.

The global situation is now quite tense. Although the White House is wary of the strength shown by Star Ring Trade, it does not mean that they will tolerate it without any bottom line. If Star Ring Trading really throws an EMP here, World War III will probably not be able to escape.

Suddenly, Jiang Chen's heart moved, and the corners of his mouth gradually curved into a playful arc.

Just now, an evil idea suddenly came to his mind.

Don’t you want the T-Virus data?

Then I will help you.

"Lilith.

"

"What are you doing? You're busy." Lilith replied.

"Stop pretending, I know you can play games and work at the same time."

"But then you won't be able to enjoy the game..." Halfway through her words, Lilith shuddered as she felt the murderous aura coming along the network cable, and quickly changed her words, "Do you need my help? ?”

"I want to hack that server. Do you have any ideas?" Jiang Chen said without any knowledge of her.

"...You have posed a problem for me. Even I can't hack it from the air." Lilith sighed with a headache. After a moment of pause, she continued, "Listen, first of all, you have to Make sure those servers are connected to power. Secondly, you have to make sure I can establish a physical connection to the servers, preferably with a data cable."

"Does it have to be connected to the power supply?" Jiang Chen frowned.

"Not necessarily," Lilith said expressionlessly, "If the power supply cannot be guaranteed, you can also choose small water pipes such as laser transmission."

"Why is it okay to transmit laser light?"

"Because the thing itself can generate micro-current on the electronic device and directly write to the hard disk." Lilith explained patiently.

"That's it." Jiang Chen nodded suddenly.

"What are you going to do?" Lilith asked, "Transmit the virus up there?"

"You'll know tomorrow." Jiang Chen smiled.

"Well...it's up to you."

After taking back the drone, Jiang Chen threw the tablet and drone into the storage space.

Originally, Jiang Chen was planning to "take" Fatel away on the way after he came out of the military base, but now it seems that he can live for a little more than two days.

Returning along the same route he came from, Jiang Chen quietly left the military base and returned to the parking lot at the entrance of Mikasa Park. After inserting the car key and starting the car, he clicked on the holographic screen of the watch and called Sumitomo Kenichi.

…

Suburbs of Tokyo.

Inside a Japanese-style building that is obviously old.

Wearing pajamas, Sumitomo Kenichi sat on the wooden floor at the door of the backyard, staring at the moonlight in the lake in trance.

Kneeling behind him was a graceful beauty, holding a plate with a pot of sake and a few dishes of his favorite side dishes on her hands.

"Kenichi-kun, have something to eat." The woman in kimono said softly.

If it were normal, he would not mind hugging his favorite beauty, sitting under the moonlight, drinking two glasses of wine, and eating a few delicious dishes with chopsticks.

However, at this moment, both beauties and delicacies were as dull and boring in front of him.

The old fox of the Mitsui family is dead, and the CIA is undoubtedly responsible.

Worldly wealth has lost its role in the struggle between the great powers. From the beginning to the end, Americans have not taken the Japanese conglomerates in their eyes. It's just Mitsui Hiroto. If you kill him, you will kill him. Do the little foxes of the Mitsui family dare to seek revenge from the CIA?

He was 100% sure that he was the CIA's next target. He didn't even dare to let his father or the people who loved him know, otherwise he would probably be abandoned by his family as an abandoned son before the CIA took action.

It is no exaggeration to say that his life or death now completely depends on Jiang Chen's attitude.

If there really were ghosts working together to protect him secretly, then he should still be safe.

But who can say better?

After all, Mitsui Hongyuan died under the nose of the ghost agent...

"Leave me alone, I have no appetite."

After replying irritably, Sumitomo Kenichi rudely pushed away the plate handed to him by the kimono woman.

In an exclamation, the contents of the plate were knocked over to the ground and shattered all over the place.

Not knowing where she had offended the young master, the woman lowered her head in fear and did not dare to clean up the things on the floor. She just apologized solemnly, not knowing whether to advance or retreat at this time.

Sumitomo Kenichi couldn't help but feel agitated.

At this moment, his housekeeper came over with a phone.

"Master, your phone number——"

"Whoever called, don't answer the call." Sumitomo Kenichi waved his hand impatiently.

"But, it's Jiang Chen..."

"Wait! Give me the phone!" His eyes turned red for a moment. Sumitomo Ken jumped up from the ground with a thud. Without waiting for the housekeeper to come, he hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed the phone from his hand. Telephone.

"Get out, all of you!"

After driving out the kimono woman and the housekeeper, Sumitomo Kenichi walked into the courtyard barefoot.

After taking several deep breaths, he tried to force out a smile that was much better than crying, and pressed the connect button with trembling fingers.

Almost as soon as the call was connected, an impatient voice came from my ears.

"Why so slow?"

"I'm sorry, I..."

"Okay," Jiang Chen was not interested in listening to his nodding and bowing explanation. Jiang Chen hung the earphones on his ears and held the steering wheel with both hands. "I'll tell you something, you do it immediately."

"Hi!" Sumitomo Kenichi was delighted, "As long as you tell me, I will do it right away!"

Jiang Chen was slightly taken aback by Sumitomo Kenichi's attentive attitude, but he soon understood why.

He was afraid that Mitsui Hongyuan's death would frighten him badly.

Without saying anything, Jiang Chen just smiled faintly and said unhurriedly, "Are you familiar with Japanese civil society groups?"

"Familiar! Of course familiar!" Sumitomo Kenichi nodded quickly, "Our Sumitomo Foundation has funded more than 200 non-governmental organizations -"

"I need you to help me fan the flames." Jiang Chen said directly, interrupting Mitsui Hiroyuan's words.

After being slightly stunned, Sumitomo Kenichi vaguely felt that something was wrong, but for a while he couldn't tell what was wrong. After hesitating for a moment, he swallowed and whispered in a tentative tone.

"May I ask...who is it fanning?"

"American." Jiang Chenyan said concisely and concisely.