Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger-Chapter 734 - 683: Rekindling Old Connections

William Hurt is already 78 years old...

The old man now has a urine bag, but his spirit is quite good!

The string of news in the past few days has made William Hurt very agitated. The disappearance of VX nerve gas materials involves a $40 billion chemical weapons destruction project's accounting loopholes, and he is actually the biggest beneficiary of this project.

The old man took over the promotion work of the chemical weapons destruction project during the Lazhinton period, turning a plate initially worth only a few billion dollars into a project that has now cost $40 billion, and he plans to continue doubling this figure.

Who would have thought a Death Angel would make things turn out like this?

Those people who confidently assured that things would absolutely not go wrong now seem like clueless idiots, not bringing a single piece of good news from start to finish.

The Florida side has confirmed the disappearance of VX nerve gas materials, and someone in Congress is quietly stirring up trouble, seemingly trying to use this opportunity to kick him out of his senator position.

The United States' midterm elections should have started last November, and now the black guy has a year and a half...

The Republican Party has already taken the majority in Congress at this time, making it difficult for the black guy in the White House; if William Hurt is kicked out now along with a corruption scandal erupting, dragging down a large batch of Democrat colleagues from Congress, the consequences would be unimaginable.

At the first instant, the old man received news from Alaska, knowing the Marriott Hotel issue was resolved, but it did not make him feel at ease.

Because the Death Angel has escaped, and according to intel he received, the Death Angel took several important prisoners from the Titan Company-managed international waters prison...

Among them were bomb experts, chemical weapons experts, and several terrorists with significant influence in Iraq and Syria.

William Hurt, this old politician, only needs a look at the prisoner lineup to know what the Death Angel is planning.

Once weapons of mass destruction are used, and someone exposes the source of the weapon materials, there's room for maneuver at other times, but if it blows up near election time, it would be completely over!

The 78-year-old has spent a lifetime diligently undermining the United States, accumulating immense wealth and power for his family; he cannot allow this situation he cannot control to arise.

Mori stood at the ward's entrance, opened his arms, letting two Special Service Bureau guards scan his body with detectors...

After receiving permission, Mori entered the luxurious ward under the guidance of a middle-aged beautiful woman...

Seeing William Hurt dressed in a suit sitting in a wheelchair, looking at the scenery outside the balcony, Mori placed the flowers on the bedside table, then approached the old man and slightly bowed, saying, "Hello, Senator Hert, I'm Mori..."

William Hurt glanced at Mori, gesturing to him to sit in the chair next to him...

At this time, the middle-aged beautiful woman appropriately stepped forward and quietly asked Mori, "Sir, would you like something to drink? We have coffee, juice, whiskey..."

Mori looked at the expressionless William Hurt and smiled, saying, "I need some whiskey because I need a bit of alcoholic assistance..."

The middle-aged beautiful woman was slightly taken aback, then turned and left the room, coming back with a bottle of 375ml Scotch whiskey and a glass in less than a minute...

William Hurt watched Mori lift the glass and take a big sip, waving slightly, saying, "You can leave, I will talk with Mr. Mori."

Saying so while observing Mori pouring himself a drink with somewhat rough movements, he had a hint of a smile on his face, saying, "You seem very confident, I like confident young men."

Upon hearing this, Mori drank half a glass of whiskey again, took a deep breath, and said, "Sir, I also consider myself a confident person, but the situation this time is a bit different, and I indeed need some alcoholic help to stay calm."

William Hurt listened, raised his hand in a gesture and said, "Feel free, if it's not enough, I can have someone bring another bottle.

There aren't good spirits in the hospital, but if there's a chance, I could invite you to my farm, where I have a few bottles of top-notch single malt whiskey stored.

I can't drink anymore now, but watching people I like drink is also a pleasure."

Mori did not hold back, serving himself a third glass, and perhaps because he drank too quickly, his eyes started to slightly redden after three glasses down.

Seeing William Hurt still composed easily, Mori exclaimed in admiration, then adjusted his expression seriously and said, "Sir, you have trouble!"

William Hurt smiled and shook his head, saying, "Young man, I'm a United States Senator, every day I'm facing troubles and resolving troubles.

That's my job..."

Though the old man's words were gentle, the underlying tone was very tough; for those who can't understand, perhaps would not even know how they died.

Mori nodded respectfully after listening and said, "You have made tremendous contributions to the United States, you have huge prestige in the two houses; honestly, you're the kind of person I aspire to be..."

Saying so, Mori's tone changed, "But now you are in trouble...

The Death Angel has escaped and took several very dangerous prisoners from international waters..."

William Hurt slightly shook his head and said, "What's that got to do with me?"

Mori pondered for a moment and said, "Let's skip this uncomfortable question; I'm here seeking your support on behalf of a friend..."

William Hurt glanced at Mori and smiled, saying, "Your friend? Mountain Eagle?"

Mori nodded and said, "That's right, Mountain Eagle!

Compared to the outside media, you should know that the person who truly solved the Anchorage Marriott Hotel problem is Mountain Eagle."

As he spoke, Mori adjusted his tie and said, "This guy is the most cunning and capable businessman I've ever seen.

This guy disrupted my status as a Moscow ambassador consultant, but I have to admit, he's a trustworthy person, and his abilities, vision, and even money-making skills are top-notch."

William Hert listened, nodded slightly, and said, "Then what does this Mountain Eagle want?"

Mori rubbed his temples, thinking about the fantastical things Mountain Eagle said to him over the phone a few hours ago, and he smiled bitterly as he said, "He wants you to support the Refugee Group, giving them enough authority to continue pursuing the Death Angel."

William Hert frowned slightly and said, "Just this?"

Mori spread his hands and smiled bitterly, saying, "This is just the beginning. If you disagree with just this, I should get up and say goodbye.

Sir, I declare in advance this is not my own idea..."

William Hert listened, suddenly becoming a bit interested, and nodded, saying, "The Refugee Group has proven their ability. Placing capable people in the right positions to continue their work is a correct choice.

I want to hear the next part..."

Mori listened, took out his phone, and played a recording...

"Hello, Mr. William Hert. I have seen you on TV and in newspapers, and also saw some of your children in Snowden's files...

I admire your political career over the past decades and completed this recording with respect...

Next, I will tell you a 'story,' a story about the Death Angel, the Edward Foundation, the French spy, and the CIA.

It all began with the Ebola virus...

When the Ebola virus raged in West Africa and even spread to the United States of Texas, the Wenbo Ni Laboratory stepped forward to announce their vaccine breakthrough.

Wenbo Ni Laboratory then transferred the vaccine technology to Merck Company and Glanstrock Group, wanting to leverage their influence and production capacity to promote the vaccine.

However, it takes a long time for the vaccine to pass authoritative organization tests, so Wenbo Ni Laboratory or the people behind the Edward Foundation staged a drama of virus theft.

Unfortunately, they chose the wrong person, they found a thief named Miranda in Europe, but what they didn't know was that Miranda was actually a French spy.

Last year, France suffered a major loss in Africa, with their uranium mine attacked and a batch of processed uranium lost.

At the same time, the Arctic Influence Conference would also affect this year's Paris Climate Conference.

So the French contacted Death Angel through Miranda...

Then things spiraled out of the Edward Foundation's control in Alaska, and Death Angel stole the virus and took it to Anchorage...

What happened afterward you should already know...

Death Angel seems to be the core of all the problems. He had actually taken the VX nerve gas raw material long ago, using Brad Russell as a condition to compel the Department of Homeland Security to transfer that guy to a sea prison on international waters for interrogation, making it convenient for him to locate the sea prison.

The CIA had known all of this for a while but chose to cooperate with Death Angel to drive the war in Syria, eroding Russia's influence in the Middle East.

Although I have no evidence, I believe the Edward Foundation is deeply connected with the CIA, and I think they contacted Death Angel through the CIA, paying a certain price for him to release the virus on the foreign affairs officials of the United States' allies in the hotel..." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

With the recording ending here, William Hert instinctively said, "And then?"

Mori saw a fleeting embarrassment on William Hert's face, he smiled and said, "Then Mountain Eagle discovered that the Edward Foundation was preparing to manipulate the stocks of Merck Company and Glanstrock Group.

If we investigate Wenbo Ni Laboratory and both companies, the stocks of these large companies will plunge due to trust issues.

Once proven innocent afterward, and Ebola virus vaccine effectiveness proven, then..."

William Hert suddenly nodded, saying, "From this perspective, everyone wins, and in the end, only I lose..."

Saying this, William Hert looked at Mori and shook his head, saying, "This can't even be considered a condition; it's giving me a benefit...

What does that Mountain Eagle really want?"

Mori listened, and with a conflicted expression, said, "El Salvador, power plant, Bitcoin mining pools, cryptocurrency trading platforms..."

William Hert frowned and looked at Mori, saying, "El Salvador?

Why there?"