The sailor walked into Finch's study, who was looking through Long Yun's profile, a cigarette on his finger with a white ash and a faint wisp of smoke.
The details of Company C were clarified.
He raised a document in his hand, "Do you want to take a look?"
Finch didn't seem to hear the sailor, and the folder in his hand was clearly fascinating.
"Doctor" the sailor stood for a moment, and couldn't help but shout again.
"Oh Ferrari, you're here," Finch woke up from a dream, placing his cigar in the ashtray and turning his head sideways, "how's your injury?"
"It's good, it's almost recovered.
Company C's information, Lena just faxed it over, do you need to take a look?"
"Okay, I think there's going to be a lot of interesting stuff, right" Finch put down Long Yun's file, "You can talk about it, I'm listening."
Company C is an offshore company registered in the Seychelles, in the port of Cape Town is one of their warehouses and offices, this company was established in 1993, according to our investigation, they leased a terminal in the port of Cape Town to the outside world to claim to be engaged in import and export trade, mainly mineral resources, the main export countries include Europe, Asia, North America, their company has a total of four ships, all registered in Panama, except for three one of which is the former Soviet spy ship Vladimir" "Who's the head of Company C's Cape Town office," Finch asked, pulling his pipe out of his mouth.
"Japanese, Nobu Abe, former Red Army member.
Company C is probably a small branch of the Liberation Society in Africa, Ferrari, we have only seen the tip of the iceberg Over the years, the Liberation Society has disappeared as if it had sunk into the ground, and this time it has appeared in a high-profile manner, I am afraid that we will face an unpredictable storm in the future. ” "Doctor."
Ferrari took two steps forward and handed a few photos to Finch, "Lena brought up the surveillance footage near the dock, and there were some suspicious people, these are screenshots, you see." ” Finch turned out to be a picture in Ferrari's hand, his brows furrowed, and his eyes fell on the paper.
With just a glance, he immediately stood up from his chair.
"When were these pictures taken?"
Lena said the images were taken in recent months, three months ago and a week ago at the latest.
The sailor was taken aback by Finch's reaction, "Doctor, are you alright?"
"It's okay," he said, but Finch's green expression didn't look like "it's okay" at all, he sat back in his chair, turned around and lit a few more chandeliers in the room, and muttered, "Impossible, how could it be him" The sailor's eyes fell on Finch's hand, which was captured by a camera set up in Cape Town's harbor, showing a large crowd of people entering the BS in a wheelchair, the old man stood out among everyone, dressed in a white suit, wearing an old-fashioned Honburg top hat and holding a white pipe.
"Doctor, who is this man?"
Finch threw the photo on the desk next to him, rubbed his eyebrows and said, "This person should have died ten years ago, I Ning Yuan believe that what I saw was a ghost, if he was still alive" The expression on his face was distorted, and it looked very complicated, and it was obvious that he was in great pain inside.
"If he's alive, we'll be faced with a madman with demonic attributes."
The sailor was puzzled: "Doctor, you know him" Finch sighed and leaned back in his chair, staring intently at the chandelier on the ceiling.
Haines.
After a long time, he said slowly: "He and I have known each other for a long time, he was my classmate at the University of Munich, but at that time we didn't know that we were hostile to each other, and we all hid the secret of our bloodline."
After the outbreak of World War II, the situation of the Presbyterian Church in Europe was very bad, so it temporarily took refuge in the United States, and later reached an agreement with the allies to form a secret organization to fight against the members of the Atlantean Restoration in the Axis powers, and I was one of the people who was sent to work in it.
That's when I learned from the classified archives that my old classmate was already Hitler's favorite general, in charge of a genetic modification project called Perfect Aryan."
The "Perfect Aryan" sailors heard about this mysterious plan for the first time.
"Ah, yes, that's not a secret.
The original intention of this plan was nothing more than a crazy idea of Hitler to obtain the most perfect Aryan warrior through genetic modification, and the mustachioed man always felt that the Aryan talent was the most perfect race.
Finch reached into the ashtray and picked up the cigar again, lit it again, took a deep breath, and exhaled a thick white smoke.
However, Hitler himself probably would not have imagined that Haynes was not interested in transforming any Aryan warriors for him, and he was fooling Hitler on the surface, but in fact he was secretly carrying out another top-secret Godlight project.
When the Allies and the Soviets invaded Germany at the same time, Haynes was so relieved that all the files of his research program were in the hands of the researchers, and the Soviets had some of them, and our ally, the United States, had some of them. ” "God's Light Project, what is this researching," the sailor couldn't help but ask.
Finch touched his beard and said with a smile: "Ferrari, you should go to our company's data room to check the internal archives, as you are the A-level commissioner of the Operations Department, you have the right to access these materials." ” The sailor scratched his head and sneered, "I don't usually like to read books, so I rarely go to the reference room." ” "We don't know much about the God's Light Project, whether it is the Soviet Union or the United States, the information obtained can only be a fragment, the real core information is estimated to have disappeared with Haynes before the Allies invaded Berlin, only he knows how far the real God's Light Project has progressed, or what it is going to create."
"The name of this project sounds pretty bullish."
The sailor couldn't help but smack his lips.
Finch nodded and said: "After the collapse of the Soviet Union, we bribed a lot of senior officials and KGB people in the former Soviet Union through various channels, and only then did we manage to get some of the information taken away by the Soviet army. ” "Create a god" The sailor's eyes rounded, "Don't they Atlanteans already have their own main gods, one main god, two thrones, seven suzerains, and they also want to create gods" "The main god of Atlantis disappeared long before the Doomsday War tens of thousands of years ago, no one knows where he went, as for the Second Throne and the Seven Lords, these are epic monsters, recorded in many myths, they have been killed countless times in the long course of history, and then resurrected countless times, and many people believe that they are almost immortal.
However, I think the reason why Haynes wants to create gods is that he thinks that the resurrection time of these Atlantean god-level characters is always too long, and the interval between each time is at least hundreds of years, and at most thousands of years, if we can create gods, then the blow to us Moria will be devastating, as long as they succeed, the day when they recover Atlantean civilization can almost count down. ” "So," the sailor asked, "your old classmate, did he succeed?"
"We have no information that determines where he went, or what methods he used to create gods.
However, in 1989, on the eve of the collapse of the Soviet Union, we did get some information due to some mutiny by the descendants of Atlantis lurking in the former Soviet Union. ” "What news" "That old classmate of mine is not dead, and the Atlanteans have infiltrated the power and military in the United States, and even the predecessor of the CIA has been contaminated, under the protection of these people, in fact, my old classmate Haynes is in the United States, and it is precisely under our noses that he has been operating for decades, continuing his Godlight project
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