Darkness is Coming: Chapter 498 best ending

It only took ten minutes, all the electronic equipment on the second floor was swept away, John Reese and Harold Finch were also taken into a bulletproof car, and the entire abandoned library was only left. Several books with yellowed pages.

"Hello, Mr. Finch, I'm Edward Tanz." The director of operations who was riding with Harold Finch eagerly shook Harold's fat right hand, "I can't believe it, the legend is here. in front of my eyes."

  The senior officials of the CIA rarely lower their posture, but facing the legend of the computer industry, Edward, who was born in the network working group, could not restrain his admiration and admiration.

   "I don't understand what you're talking about." The fat on Harold's face trembled uncontrollably, "I want to know what's going on, I'm going to call my lawyer."

Edward shook his head and smiled: "Oh, the situation is not complicated now, Mr. Finch, let me explain to you that your arrest for deliberately stealing and leaking state secret information is not a big problem, but I'm afraid I can't give it to you. I'm sorry for arranging your conversation with the lawyer."

   "Hehe, why don't you just make up a treason." Harold finally stopped acting stupid and sneered, "Just like you often do."

"No no no, Mr. Finch, we all know that if we want to choose the person who has made the greatest contribution to the country in our era, it must be you. Your contribution to the country has far exceeded the limit we can achieve in this lifetime." Edward With sincerity and fear, "If I had a choice, I would not bother you, but now we need you, sir, the United States of America needs you!"

"Do you need me to continue to help you invade the privacy of all citizens?" Harold's tone was full of disdain and ridicule, "I created a 'machine' to protect the citizens of this country from terrorists, but compared to fighting terrorism, you But I hope the 'machine' can be used to deal with its own people. Well, I don't deny that any government in the world will make such a choice. That's why I set many restrictions on the 'machine'. Why, now Do you still want me to create a new monster for you? Do you think I would make such a stupid choice?"

"I want to be honest with you, so I'll just say it straight, yes, we need a monster to fight another monster." Edward responded solemnly, "Mutants are far more harmful than we think, Their infiltration into various government departments is terrifying. His Excellency the President and the military think that they can control these monsters and use them to compete with the rising China. But, with all due respect, this is really wishful thinking, those politicians in the White House Confused by those lobbyists who get paid to do things, sooner or later these guys who are blinded by the so-called 'best interests' will play with fire and not only burn themselves but also put the country on fire. As for what will you do? That kind of choice...to be honest, I don't think you have any other choice."

After a long silence, Harold asked, "What do you want me to do?"

"We hope that you can open all the restrictions of the 'machine' and expand the search target from terrorists to all mutants and spies. Only in this way can we better protect our people." Edward's eyes were full of sincerity, "If you have We will try our best to accommodate any request, and the specific details will be discussed with you by Director Leon Panette."

  The fact that the CIA would use the word "negotiation" is enough to show the sincerity of its attitude. Most of the time, the word is not found in the dictionary of CIA officials.

  Harold nodded: "At least three conditions must be met first."

"You say."

   "First, amnesty John Reese, second, open up the maximum authority for me, third, I need you to invest more resources in the Huaxia division."

Edward was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said: "There is no problem with amnesty John, in fact, if he wants, he can return to work in the CIA, or stay with you, the second and third conditions can only be decided by the director, sorry, I Can you ask why you need to invest more resources in the Huaxia Division?"

   "Because I think someone in China has created another 'machine'." Harold squeezed his double chin with a little anticipation in his eyes.

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In the departure hall of JFK International Airport, a thin man was sitting in his seat and talking to himself. He was wearing a suit handmade by top Italian tailors, leaning on a civilized stick and wearing a pair of thick-rimmed glasses. A classic English gentleman.

"John gets the amnesty, Luno gets the core code of the 'machine' and the coveted opportunity, the government gets the technology it needs, and I get freedom. This is the best ending I can choose." The British gentleman sighed, reluctantly. Looking at the photo in his hand, the red-haired beauty in the photo is smiling like a flower. The best ending is in sight. Everyone got what they wanted, but it's a pity that no matter how hard they try, they can't get him back here. The most precious thing in the world, because he attracts danger like a magnet attracts a nail, and he cannot involve his beloved in danger.

   After a while, the boarding announcement sounded in the waiting hall. The British gentleman put away the photo, slowly got up, lifted the briefcase at his feet, and limped towards the boarding gate.

   After sitting in first class with the help of the flight attendant, the British gentleman looked around and felt uneasy.

   Even an expensive first-class cabin shouldn’t be empty like this, with no second passenger in sight, a rare event on United’s international flights.

  The British gentleman wanted to stand up and call for the flight attendant, but saw a passenger walking behind him, causing him to be struck by lightning.

   It was a red-haired woman who was not young but still charming. She was wearing a brightly colored dress, which was exactly the same as in the photo, but there were some traces of the years on her face.

   looked at each other, the handbag in the woman's hand fell to the ground, and she couldn't believe the name that made her dream about: "Harold?"

  The British gentleman is like a powerless robot, standing there dumbfounded, silent and motionless.

   Then came three passengers, a man, a woman, and a boy. They all had black hair, pupils, and yellow skin, and they looked like a happy Asian family.

  The tall man blocked the aisle, the woman stood at the cabin door and tied her long black and smooth hair into a ponytail, while the little boy in a children's suit walked straight to the English gentleman, smiling and extending his hand.

   "Hello, Mr. Finch, my name is Liu Zhongqian."