Trafford’s Trading Club

While the video is shaking pretty hard, it beats the pixel so high that after getting used to shaking the lens, you can still see what's happening in the video.

“Stand up! This man really stood up! Oh, my God. Is he really shot? What do I see? It's flying! Fly!! Jesus Christ!!"

And, of course, the voices of the people who made this video.

Mr. Ofey frowned the whole time, and decades of worldview told him that the video was fake, that he was looking for a place in the video where it blew up - until finally, the masked messenger of God swept away and disappeared.

Mr. Ofey pressed the STOP key at this point - if he was still considering looking for a crack in the film at first, then after seeing the scene where the 'Messenger of God' came out of the sky, Mr. Ofey had concluded that it was a joke or something.

Probably added technologies like special effects, already with special clips. Cash movie technology is so developed, it's certainly not that hard to make videos to that extent.

Seeing that his chief was no longer looking, the secretary grabbed his cell phone.

Mr. Ofey suddenly asked, "Did you find out where this video came from? ”

Originally, there was no need for Mr. Ofei to worry about the same thing... and the security services of the country would naturally ignore such a small matter.

It was just that Mr. Ofey was in desperate need of something to distract him at the moment, so he asked directly.

“Oh, the son of a processing plant owner and one of the hostages taken on the day of the theatre hijacking.” The secretary said positively, "Sir, didn't you ask us to thoroughly examine everyone of the day? This video was also found by the way... and the man who was shot in the video was a wealthy businessman named Besson. ”

Mr. Ofey frowned, and he acutely sensed a little bit of inappropriateness, quite strange, but he couldn't figure out his mind for a moment or three, and asked directly, "What do you think? ”

The secretary straightened out his thinking: “Rising back, flying sky, etc., are usually bridge segments of science fiction novels. This guy makes videos like this, he probably wants UP to speculate on the website or something... but if it's just to make money, in theory, with Besson's wealth, he doesn't have to do that at all. Fame and wealth, Besson is not lacking. ”

“Well, the weird part is right here.” Mr. Ofey nodded, and this is exactly what he felt was unreasonable, and he suddenly looked at his secretary, "Isn't it that simple? ”

The Secretary nodded, "Information in the possession of the investigators sent out. Since that day, Mr. Besson has been anxious to hold some mysterious ceremonies in his private villa. And in recent days, the number of people joining them has gradually increased, and they're all wealthy businessmen and so on. ”

The secretary showed Mr. Ofey another set of photos from his cell phone: "Sir, this was taken by our men. ”

Almost all of them in the photographs were wearing strange black robes and seemed to be performing some sort of ritual, and among these there was this man in a carnival mask who looked out of place.

“This… is the 'Messenger of God' in the video?” Mr. Ofey frowned.

The secretary nodded: "Depending on the shape of the body, it should be the same person. ”

Mr. Ofey was silent and half-witted. “What do you think? ”

"From the clues we have at present, I suspect that this is an emerging religious organization… Of course, this organization has not done anything illegal at this time. ”

Mr. Ofey sighed: “Since they are all wealthy traders, I'm afraid there's a suspicion of illegal enrichment behind this religious organization… Well, say hello to the local police station and let them follow up. ”

If this religious organization is simply a fraud, it is not up to the Ministry of National Security to deal with the matter - it is simply something that the Ministry of Security inadvertently dug up in its investigation of hostage cases, so that another violent organ, more familiar to the population, can deal with it at will.

Between the conversations, one of the experts in the conference room walked out.

Mr. Ofey looked at these medical authorities as if they were frustrated, and he already had the worst speculation in his mind, and his face was naturally invisible.

“Mr. Ofey, I'm sorry, but I'm afraid we won't be able to come up with a viable and effective treatment in the short term.” The attending physician is helpless at this time: “It is indeed the first time that we have encountered such a case, we cannot find any information that can be consulted...”

Mr. Ofey waved at the moment and said, “I'm not listening to this. Just tell me, what are you going to do now? ”

Specialists, you look me in the eye, and eventually the guy who's the doctor in charge is stiff in the scalp: “I think we can maximize the patient's life consumption, and maybe after all the lab results, we can find some traces. In addition, there are many great brain specialists abroad, and we will try to reach them... Rest assured, we will do our best to treat our patients. ”

“Okay.” Mr. Ofey nodded, "At least you didn't hear the worst… go busy. ”

After waving back the experts, Mr. Ofei was silent and frowned upon, seemingly making a difficult decision. Eventually, Mr. Ofey bit his teeth and looked at his secretary and said, "You call me and send me an application to the presidential palace, and I'm taking a long vacation. ”

When he made that decision, somehow Mr. Ofey suddenly felt like he had stopped - like he had stopped in a long, endless marathon.

After that, Mr. Ofei intended to stay in the hospital on a permanent basis, but what did not occur to him was that during the evening, the Academy of Sciences had a few guests.

The lead person is the dean of the institute he is familiar with, and, as for the other ones, the old-fashioned national talent of several existing institutes.

“Ofey, how's Frankie?” The Dean asked with interest about Dr. Franzi.

“Not very optimistic.” Mr. Ofey is telling the truth.

“This…” the dean hesitated at this time, looking at the old scholars who accompanied him, some of the taste of wanting to stop.

Mr. Ofey frowned, "Come here. What else? ”

The dean bit his teeth at this point and said positively: "I say this, you may not be happy. But... but we need Frankie very much. I don't know what happened to him, but one thing is for sure! Those things he wrote to us can make unprecedented breakthroughs in our space technology… and even make me see the possibility of catching up with superpowers! ”

“Yeah! It's incredible!” An accompanying old scientist is thrilled at this point: "Frankie has accomplished a difficulty that I'm afraid will take an entire generation to overcome! He's the greatest genius in my country! ”

“So, what do you mean?” Mr. Ofey suddenly felt disgusted, precisely because of his dedication to science, that he had suffered a terrible death in his family. "Are you going to drag my father back? Is it impossible to guarantee that a patient who lies in a hospital bed will survive and be taken to a high-intensity place of work? For what you call a major breakthrough? ”

“That's not what we meant! ”

The Dean hastily appeased Mr. Ofey's slightly agitated emotions at this time, but said positively: "We are equally concerned about Frankie's health, and we are no easier than you. Ofey, please understand that we need him very much... so when Frankie can recover, I hope that you can stop Frankie and let him come back, we need him! ”

The Dean, along with several elderly people around him, pleaded with Mr. Ofei.

“Leave me alone! ”

Mr. Ofei expelled several of the directors directly and then shut the door to the ward heavily.

Soon after the door came the sound of footsteps, the sound of the departure of a few deans.

Mr. Ofey took a deep breath and walked up to the glass window, looking into the intensive care room, where he was covered with various instrument joints, Dr. Frankie.

He reached out, followed the glass window, touched the father he couldn't even touch, and smiled bitterly: "I know, they need you, no lie at all. That glittering look... you and Maggie both have, I know...”

Mr. Ofey closed his eyes and mumbled, “I know. ”

……

……

“Eat up, Hailey. ”

Boston knocked on the door and sent the dining box through an open window underneath the door - the room was specially designed to shut those who didn't listen. Certainly, at some point, it will also be used to confine ‘hostages' only.

Of course, it's been a long time since they've met Lord Arnold, and the Boston gang hasn't done the less lucrative and time-consuming job of kidnapping for ransom.

“When can I go out? Didn't you say you had to change it back today?” Hailey in the room made a rushing noise.

Boston just laughed twice and closed the window under the door without even answering. He had just turned around and heard something coming from inside, and Boston sneered and ignored it.

“You watch here, I'll go out for a second. ”

Boston walked up to a guy who was on drugs, lifted his leg and mentioned the guy, frowned: "Don't do it! ”

The little brother made an OK gesture, but shook his head. When Boston frowned, he ignored it. He left the place, but before he left, he locked it backwards —— he even hung a chain on the door.

When Lord Arnault was here, he was very strict, demanding that everything be careful and careful, but Boston sometimes felt so cowardly - cowardly, of course, but since following Lord Arnault, his group has indeed been wealthier every day than every day.

So the problem is, more and more money is being earned, but you can't spend money, you can't have fun. What's the difference between this and salted fish that doesn't mix?

So after leaving people behind, Boston naturally intends to go out and have a good wave.

“Hello? Oh... nothing, just reporting to you Hailey... nothing, he's just not in the mood... don't worry, I've been looking at people and I'm sure he won't walk away. Don't worry!”

Boston quietly walked down the stairs as he called Boston.

In the dark, a man walked out of the dark after holding his sight of Boston's departure, then slowly climbed up the stairs along where he came out, and finally came to the door of the chained private house.

The guy who snuck up the door wore a dark brown hood, and when he lifted it, he showed a bandage full of his head. He had terrible blood in his eyes, and he was... 403.

403 put his ears on the door and listened for a while before escaping a series of tools for unlocking. He was not very skilled and took some time to unlock the chains and locks on the door.

403 opened gently and heard the music coming from inside the house - which drug addict was lying on the couch at the moment, revealing a strange smile on his face, like a drunk and disoriented man.

403 quietly walked up to the guy, looked at some unfinished pills on the table, and copied them with one hand and stuck them directly in the guy's mouth.

The drug addict is getting higher, completely unable to find anything, much less know where he is, completely caught up in a delusional spiritual world.

The 403 turned off the cluttered music in the room and came to the door of the room where Hailey was locked, knocking slightly harder.

Thereafter, 403 sent an envelope directly into the room through a small window under the door.

At this point, Hailey in the room heard movement and was sitting in the corner watching him fall full of clutter and he suddenly climbed up —— the music that suddenly stopped -- and he naturally found something.

“Who?” Hayley had a hunch something was happening outside.

At this point, when he saw the envelope coming under the door, he asked quickly, "Who? Who's out there? ”

But Hailey didn't get any response. Hailey frowned and picked up the envelope on the floor with a few pictures in it.

One is that a woman is eating in a restaurant with a man, and the woman even forks a strawberry towards the man with a fork, and both sides look like they're laughing.

A picture of a woman and a man walking slowly in the shade.

Another one is a man holding two ice creams and walking toward a woman.

The woman is Caroline.

Men… but not Hailey.

“Who's out there! What does that mean!!! Who's out there?” Hailey was like being touched by a string for a moment.

He lay on the ground suddenly, looking out through the window under the door, and yet he could only see a pair of feet leaving - closing the door outside.

“Who are you--!!!! ”