Chapter 390: Evidence Chain

[Chapter 475: Evidence Chain]

The IT ecosystem underwent a change; the mighty king of the jungle seemed to have lost his teeth. As a result, a group of young lions began to challenge the authority of the king.

The first to provoke was undoubtedly Compaq, boldly declaring itself as compatible with IBM. Its performance reached 99% of IBM PC standards, yet its price was only about 85%.

Compaq made it to the Fortune 500, while IBM's response was merely a helpless roar. Since everyone discovered its weakness, some decided to bully the giant. If one company couldn't handle the pressure, couldn't they ally with others?

William White welcomed the upheaval in the IT industry. It served IBM right to face trouble; after all, who told it to be blinded by its own power and partner with Bill, the toxic influence? He now had more pressing matters to attend to.

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"Master, we've got results from flight 103; it wasn't an accident."

"Who was it?"

"There are many suspects. As it stands, Gaddafi is the prime suspect, but we don't know what evidence they've gathered. Most of the investigators are focusing their efforts on that angle."

Tanner felt conflicted. The more he understood, the more he doubted this line of investigation. In his view, if you just took down someone's flight 655, wouldn't it be normal for them to retaliate?

Hearing Tanner's doubts, William White laughed heartily.

"Impossible, Tanner! If that were true, it would be downright foolish. If there were any evidence, it would be fabricated to frame someone else."

William White didn't speak whimsically. Gaddafi had finally welcomed a long-awaited peace; even if he intended to retaliate against the Americans, there was always tomorrow, right?

"Tanner, since they've pointed their guns at Gaddafi, they should be solidifying the evidence chain. But that no longer matters; I doubt anyone will ever know the truth."

"Master, you mean they're just looking for a scapegoat?"

"Exactly, the CIA, those bastards." Although William laughed, his gaze was cold and sharp. The more he understood the dark side of this world, the more terrifying it became.

There were always those bastards who showed no regard for innocent lives.

"Master, the safety of the aircrafts is a huge problem; we need our own technicians."

"Yeah, we definitely need experts in that field. You handle it. Don't concern yourself with those guys anymore. Since they've chosen Gaddafi, let's use it to our advantage. I trust that bastard won't have time to deal with anything else."

"Okay, sir. They've probably been waiting at Max's for a while; they must be pretty frustrated."

"Well, let's wait for the right moment to act."

"Right, sir. I'll get things ready."

William White had no intention to wait; they all said it took years to train an army but only a moment to deploy it. After spending so many dollars, he wasn't about to let them sit around soaking up the sun.

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After identifying the suspects, the technicians from the U.S. and the U.K. began to bustle about.

It was somewhat amusing; knowing the outcome before deducing the process greatly improved efficiency. William White didn't know if those pieces of evidence would hold up in court. To him, these guys had truly lost their minds; they disregarded anything in pursuit of their goals.

What were those stories in the shadows about?

To complete their tasks, they cared nothing for the lives of hundreds or even thousands of people. All they were concerned about was finishing the job.

In America, you couldn't find 007; they would only make things worse. Well, this was likely their true objective.

William White's security company also had people from the CIA. According to Max's reports, these guys showed severe signs of combat stress. They were, in fact, unable to return; they were completely out of touch with traditional society. Without alcohol or drugs, they couldn't survive a single day.

"Max, are we ready? We might have action coming up soon."

"Sir, don't worry. It's just that those pests are a bit of a hassle. Honestly, they're really sensitive to tension."

"Doesn't matter; once the operation starts, keep them quiet for a couple of days. I don't need them getting in the way. If there are any issues, kick them out."

"Got it, sir."

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"William, someone wants to hire you for security in Africa."

"Ha! George, stop joking. Those idiots need to be told that's a trap -- a really big one. Who would put a year's output in a mine? That's just not how it works."

"A trap? You mean they're planning to rob it?"

"Ah, their paltry budget? How would they cover expenses? If I could rob, why would I ever accept their offer?"

"Damn, these idiots think this is a joke, huh?" Bush Jr. was annoyed. This sort of indirect talk was getting tiresome. He had a good rapport with William, so he could tell him straight; others who weren't on such good terms might hold a grudge without saying a word.

"One piece of advice: this group of bastards is best avoided. They won't do anything but lie."

"Yeah, I get it. I was just wondering who got so creative with the trap idea?"

"Moussa Koussa, Gaddafi's security advisor, is specifically doing side work for him. Though the position isn't high, the power should not be underestimated."

"Ha! I'm looking forward to seeing how long these guys plan to drag this out. A trap? That cracks me up."

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