"Jews are the smartest people in the world."
This sentence is very famous in some countries. Luo An is not a scientist; he cannot disassemble a Jew’s brain to research it, but he knows another thing: Jews are very good at making money.
There are many reasons why they are good at making money, among which one of the most important is:
They do not build too many emotional connections with others, even if they are fellow Jews, because this could affect their money-making speed.
Leiden Perelman is indeed Jewish, correspondingly, his friends are predominantly Jews, and so are the top executives at Illinois Nuclear Energy Company.
After the news broke, the stock value of Illinois Nuclear Energy Company plummeted, far beyond normal circumstances.
Anyone with clear eyes could see that someone was taking advantage of the situation to manipulate the stock market, but who this manipulator was, whether from inside or outside of Illinois Nuclear Energy Company, wasn’t clear before the situation clarified—probably only the people involved knew for sure.
Leiden Perelman was overwhelmed; when the first wave of news broke out, he focused on the company and sent people to investigate who was controlling the media, aiming to negotiate and resolve the matter.
He didn’t even give a glance to the protesting public; in his view, these people couldn’t stir up big trouble.
When some competitors of legislators came forward, Leiden Perelman found that the situation seemed a bit off.
Before he could react, the news of the second wave of related investigation personnel committing suicide by gunshot came out, and Leiden Perelman’s face turned pale drastically.
Some things can be done but not spoken of; the lights must be off, not letting people see would disgust them.
As Leiden Perelman expected, not long after the news of law enforcement officers committing suicide by gunshot emerged, the FBI from New York came knocking.
At the moment, the evidence was still insufficient; the New York FBI just asked Leiden Perelman to return for cooperation in the investigation for a period.
But what Leiden Perelman was lacking the most right now was time, because inside Illinois Nuclear Energy Company, someone was clearly taking advantage of the opportunity to swallow up his shares!
Leiden Perelman struggled for a long time, but in the end, he was taken away for investigation by the FBI of New York State.
The public hoped for justice; legislative competitors wanted votes; law enforcement needed to quickly suppress the impact; someone inside Illinois Nuclear Energy Company wanted to kick Leiden Perelman out of the game.
Leiden Perelman’s other Jewish friends also didn’t mind taking a piece of the action.
Jews have "honey on the books for children to lick," but they definitely hadn’t taught them the word about sending charcoal in snowy weather; kicking someone when they’re down is the character passed down through their generations.
Twenty-some days later, less than a month, three days before Christmas, two days before Christmas Eve, an overwhelmed but unharmed Leiden Perelman was released by the FBI due to insufficient evidence.
On the way back to the company with his lawyer, he was shot in the head by an unknown sniper.
After firing, the sniper disappeared instantly, and the New York Branch of the FBI after a long investigation concluded that "the sniper most likely came from a contaminated area" but found no other clues.
Out of desperation, the New York Branch had no choice but to send the information to the Washington Headquarters, seeking help from the well-known Group Leader Luo An Greenwood.
However, Group Leader Luo An Greenwood had been injured a few days earlier and was on vacation with no time, so the New York Branch was rejected and had to continue their investigation with no results.
Regarding Illinois Nuclear Energy Company, after the death of Leiden Perelman, someone quickly stood out to start a press conference.
The spokesperson of Illinois Nuclear Energy Company stated at the conference that hiding information, causing environmental pollution, violating federal law, all these were Leiden Perelman’s fault, and the company was willing to apologize on his behalf to the affected public.
At the moment, Illinois Nuclear Energy Company had a new President and CEO, and it was believed that under the new leadership, the company would reform and move forward, bringing new gains for the shareholders and a better future for the public.
In Washington D.C, in the special investigative unit’s office area, all agents watching the talking spokesperson of Illinois Nuclear Energy Company on the television in front were utterly dumbfounded.
Reesi took a big bite of an apple, and while eating, disdainfully said:
"No wonder it’s a big company, their technique of passing the blame is really skilled."
"These people have always been ."
Winslow casually picked up another apple from Reesi’s desk, took a big bite, and said with a chuckle:
"To them, dead people are much more useful than living ones."
Reesi humphed noncommittally, while Chenier beside her took a small sip of coffee, frowning and said:
"However, that sniper is highly skilled.
I glanced over the dossier sent from the New York Branch, the victim Leiden Perelman was killed by a 7.62×51mm NATO full-power cartridge.
According to the Trace Examination lab, the sniper used an M25 sniper rifle.
This gun’s maximum range is 900 meters, but the sniper position located by the Trace Examination lab was a full 1200 meters from where Leiden Perelman was shot!"
"What? Are you sure?"
Reesi’s eyes widened immediately, and Winslow was even more astonished:
"A gun with a 900-meter range hitting a target at 1200 meters? Which retired military person did this come from?"
Chenier spread her hands helplessly, saying:
"That’s why the FBI New York Branch is so troubled, they even suspect that the opponent is a spy from across the ocean.
Only special snipers there are frequently required to use a 600-meter range sniper rifle to hit targets beyond 1000 meters, and that their military snipers can all achieve this."
Reesi and Winslow exchanged glances, both seeing the shock in each other’s eyes.
On the other side, Michelle didn’t join in on this topic; she picked up a cup of slightly yellowish tea and handed it to Luo An, saying with a smile:
"Luo An, this is a herbal drink from the East, said to help people with fractures recover a bit faster."
At this moment, Luo An was sitting in a chair wearing a casual outfit, with a bandage wrapped around his left ankle, and a crutch next to the chair. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by N0velFire.ɴet
Taking the cup of Chinese herbal tea brewed from Radix rehmanniae, Radix paeoniae rubra, and Curcuma zedoary that Michelle handed over, Luo An’s mouth twitched.
He knew Michelle meant well, but... casting a glance at his left ankle, which didn’t hurt at all, Luo An squeezed out a smile:
Michelle said with a smile, waving her hand, as Reesi came over laughing and asked:
"Luo An, what exactly happened to you?
We’ve fought so many times outside and you barely got injured, but you fractured your foot by stepping wrong at home?"
Luo An glanced at Reesi, quickly snatched the candy from her hand, popped it into his mouth, and replied:
"Accidents happen, no one can avoid them."
Not minding her candy being snatched, Reesi bent down, giggled, and whispered:
"Is it because you and Mona have been playing too hard these past few days, too tired to have any strength, that you became so feeble... Stop! Stop! Stop! I was wrong!"
Before Reesi could finish, Mona walked over and pinched her ear, saying with a displeased face:
"Reesi, don’t go too far."
"I’m sorry, I apologize."
Reesi twisted her body, freed herself from Mona’s grip on her ear, turned around, giggled and hugged Mona’s arm, saying:
"It was just a joke."
Mona huffed lightly, she cast a furtive glance at Luo An, then shifted her gaze towards Michelle and asked:
"Has Vireness given any orders recently?"
Michelle shook her head, saying:
"She has been out of contact for over a week now."