(Sorry, I was put in the blacklist for the previous chapter, so I couldn't publish it after making revisions. The editor told me to resubmit the revised version, which resulted in duplicate payments. I apologize to everyone, this is the first time I've encountered this situation.)
Xing Baohua, looking completely bewildered, asked the doctor to come and examine her.
Perhaps the anesthesia hadn't worn off yet; although awake, the dream was still lingering.
After the examination, the doctor said it was a hallucination caused by medication and that further brain examination was needed. They had already arranged for a car to take the patient to the hospital for a CT scan.
If a CT scan cannot detect it, the only option is to use the latest MRI machine.
If a CT scan can't detect it, why waste time? Just get an MRI! It's not like we can't afford it and look down on it.
Indeed, medical care in the United States is extremely expensive, so expensive that even the wealthy tremble with fear.
Magnetic resonance imaging (MRI) has only been invented in the last few years, starting in the United States and gradually becoming popular in major hospitals.
The number of available devices is limited and the equipment is expensive, so those without medical insurance have to avoid getting the treatment.
Zou Wenjuan prioritizes treatment while also investigating the mastermind behind the incident.
The security detail has also been gradually sending personnel from Hong Kong, with the number now reaching over twenty. The branch company has also provided them with various vehicles.
As for weapons, they were all the latest and best American-made.
He even found a private training ground for a short period of acclimatization training. After all, the guards had been using Soviet-made equipment before, and even his standard equipment was a modified Soviet-made one.
Each person had a bulletproof vest and more than five magazines. The firepower of these twenty-odd people was comparable to that of a reinforced company.
This is what it means to be armed to the teeth.
The investigation is ongoing, and Xing Baohua remains at the manor awaiting news.
The private investigator hired by Wang Weibao and the people hired by the branch office have joined forces to investigate; many hands make light work.
While analyzing Zou Wenjuan's mobile phone communication records, they discovered that a group of other phone numbers in New York State had several calls with Zou Wenjuan, some long and some short.
The longest call lasted about 28 minutes, while the shortest call lasted about 5 minutes.
The phone number and address were traced to a company called Epic Records.
The person controlling this phone is Yellen Westin, a senior agent.
Xing Baohua then obtained the information about Epic Records. This record company is indeed very powerful because it has an epic singer named MJ.
Since these phone calls have raised suspicion, we should investigate them thoroughly. Other record companies contacting Zou Wenjuan might have business connections.
But the private investigators didn't think so. They asked people around Zou Wenjuan and found that she had basically no contact with Epic Records.
Private friends?
They've already questioned all the surviving assistants, and it turns out Zou Wenjuan and that agent had no contact whatsoever. As for the content of the call, no one knows; they can only rely on a private investigator to investigate from the outside.
But Xing Baohua felt there was still some hope.
Xing Baohua knew about the massive plan the Americans had, and he had even been involved in it.
So he called NSA Wade and told him he was from America.
The other party said they knew, that they already knew when they entered the country.
"I need your help to meet you," Xing Baohua said.
Wade paused for a moment and then said, "Come find me. I'll send you the address in a bit."
After Xing Baohua obtained the address, he arranged for a plane to fly to the Eastern Capital.
If time permits, Xing Baohua would like to visit Lao Bu's white building. In both her lives, she's only ever seen it on film and television, and all the ones she's seen are either collapsed or destroyed.
It's strange, but American directors seem to destroy bridges or white buildings. Is it some kind of hobby?
In a secluded spot in the capital, Xing Baohua met with Wade and, without saying a word, produced several call records from Zou Wenjuan.
Xing Baohua wanted to record the conversation.
Only this department in the world has recordings of all phone calls in the United States, or even the world.
Wade stated that he could not make the decision on his own and did not have that level of authority; approval from the Joint Security Committee was required.
This is essentially a polite way of refusing.
"Tell me your terms. How can I get the recordings of these phone calls?" Xing Baohua said.
"A trade-off? What conditions would it take for me to convince the members of the security committee?"
"What are the conditions?"
"We need to add some software to the domestically produced communication equipment you sell."
"That's impossible, try another one."
"That would be difficult."
"Looks like there's nothing left to talk about. Oh, by the way, as far as I know, there's a hacker alliance in the world. As long as the money is right, there's no server they can't break through."
"What if I pay them to cause you some trouble? And get the media to write all sorts of nonsense, like the North American Defense Command has been hacked, and all sorts of firecrackers are under the hackers' control, ready to be set off at any time for a fireworks extravaganza around the world?"
The other party will threaten, and so will Xing Baohua. Besides, he has nothing else but money, which he can use to hire people.
In the past, Xing Baohua would not have confronted this person with a dark expression. Although he suffered a lot of losses at the hands of this person, he endured it all for the sake of the future.
This time, Xing Baohua truly couldn't do what the other party wanted. Even if he didn't seek revenge, he couldn't give it to them.
Wade shrugged, indicating he didn't care, and chuckled, saying, "If you really do that, as long as you put a bounty on your head, I'll send you to jail no matter where you are."
As he spoke, he placed a small recording device on the table and grinned at Xing Baohua.
The meaning is clear: no matter what important department is attacked by hackers, it will be blamed on Xing Baohua. This recording device recorded Xing Baohua's threatening words and used them as evidence. Xing Baohua is definitely not innocent.
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