jdhmnovel Chapter 213 Where is the information
Chapter 213 Where is the information
In the remote woods, the ground was littered with dead branches and leaves.
At this moment, this sparsely populated area became Gibson's escape direction. But it was obvious that his physical strength and power were no match for the specially trained soldiers.
After Gibson started fighting with the white soldiers, as expected, he was knocked down in a few moves and had no chance to fight back.
A foot in military boots stepped hard on Gibson's chest. His gold-rimmed glasses flew out during the fight, and his neat brown medium-length hair became messy, making him look even more embarrassed.
The tall white soldier lazily chewed a piece of wild grass, bent down and looked down at the prisoners at his feet, and asked nonchalantly: "Tell me, where is the experimental data?"
Gibson seemed to be out of breath, coughed a few times with his head tilted, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
"What information? I don't know." His face was purple, but he insisted stubbornly.
The white soldier stepped hard, and with a "crack" sound, his sternum broke.
“Tell me!”
The man still had a playful smile on his face, but his eyes were emotionless. His every move was terrifyingly tough, yet the composure of a strong man was extremely eye-catching.
Gibson lay on the ground with a pale face. He was 1.75 meters tall and looked like a poor little thing compared to the man who was 1.98 meters tall.
He was in a great dilemma. It wasn't that he didn't want to tell the truth, but he simply didn't have the information.
He followed his master's instructions, copied the data from several laboratories into a USB drive, and then handed it over to someone and sent it away. He locked the paper documents in a safe and hid them somewhere in the laboratory.
With Mr.'s methods, the safe would have been moved away as soon as he stepped out of the experimental base.
At this moment, a gentle voice came from the hidden earphones in the ears.
[Tell him the information is with the Schindler family.]
Gibson's eyes lit up, and he said, suppressing the pain in his chest: "Sir, I really don't know - ugh!"
He was kicked hard by the man and rolled several times on the ground before crashing into a thick tree trunk.
The pain was so severe that he couldn't open his eyes. His body curled up into a ball, as if all his internal organs had shifted.
The man grinned, and his handsome, masculine face suddenly looked like a heartless, innocent man. But the words he said sounded like a villain: "Confess quickly, or I'll tear your head off!"
Gibson: Violent and vulgar!
He secretly complained, but he could see that the man really meant it, so he didn't dare to be naughty anymore and immediately confessed, "The information was taken away by the Schindler family."
"Huh?" The man's face turned cold. "I've been following you since you left the last experimental base. Shouldn't the information be in your hands?"
He narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Or are you fooling me?"
Gibson was overwhelmed by murderous intent and was so scared that he rolled and crawled against a big tree. At this time, only this tree could give him some sense of security.
"I'm not lying, the information is really in Syndra." Gibson spoke quickly, fearing that if he was a second slower, his neck would say goodbye to him.
He swallowed hard, swallowing the bloody taste in his mouth. He said in a hoarse voice, "When I left the lab, Schindler's men were waiting outside to meet me. When we passed each other, I had already handed him the USB drive containing the data."
The man frowned and thought about it. The location of the last experimental base was indeed in the downtown area, and there were many people coming and going.
Even if he kept an eye on them, he couldn't guarantee that every person who passed by was fine.
“Where are the paper files?”
[FBI]
Gibson replied bluntly, "I didn't have time to get it. The FBI caught up and took it away."
The man rubbed his jaw in thought. The information was with the FBI, so it made no difference whether it was in their hands or not. He could just go back and ask his superior to ask the FBI director for it directly.
It's just that the USB flash drive with a lot of experimental data is a bit troublesome.
He must first confirm whether the whereabouts of this information are true!
The man strode up to Gibson and said lazily, "Hey, stop playing dead and get up and follow me!"
Gibson covered his chest and gasped, "I've told you everything you want to know. What else do you want me to do?"
"Stop talking nonsense, or I'll crush you!"
Gibson: “…”
[Follow him, and I will save your life if necessary.]
Gibson's eyes lit up. His master didn't let him die, but saved his life. He knew that his master cared about him!
Gibson jumped to his feet, as if he had been given a shot of chicken blood, and asked with full energy: "Let's go, lead the way!"
This behavior of hitting someone so close to his face made the adults kick him again.
His originally indifferent eyes were now full of disgust, and when he looked at Gibson, it was as if he was looking at something dirty.
Gibson was kicked unconscious.
The man standing beside him fell silent, reached out and grabbed his collar, lifting him up like a chicken.
He said unhappily, "You weakling, you actually wasted so much of my time."
He carried the person with extraordinary ease, as if Gibson, a big man, weighed nothing.
This is very hurtful to one's self-esteem.
Look to the other side.
In the black car, Fūya Rei turned off his headphones, his expression mysterious.
Until DARPA gets the experimental data, Gibson's life will not be in danger.
This period of time was enough for Gibson to find an opportunity to make friends with DARPA people and infiltrate their inner circle.
Mr. Gibson, please don't let me down.
"Father?" Xila's eyes fell on her father's red, unhealthy cheeks, and she asked nervously, "Father, do you have a fever?"
She stretched out her little hand to test the young man's temperature.
The driver appeared out of nowhere, took out a thermometer and handed it to him: "Sir, please take the temperature."
Fūya Rei was deeply moved and rejected him. Facing Xiao Xila's persistent insistence, she tried to explain, "I just felt a little hot suddenly, not a fever..."
"Father." Xila interrupted him gently, her blue eyes fixed on him, a look that seemed as if he would disappear at any moment, which made his heart soften.
Fūya Ling had no choice but to take the thermometer. Five minutes later, the driver came over to take a look and found that the patient had a fever.
"Sir, you have a fever. Without an instrument to check, I can't be sure whether your current condition is due to the experiment or the effects of the drug."
As Lord Gibson's assistant and confidant, he knew a lot, but not this gentleman's identity.
The driver put away the thermometer and asked casually, "Do you need me to take you to the research institute?"
In the absence of Lord Gibson, what should be done with this mysterious gentleman?
Xila caught the key words and instantly became like a hedgehog with its fur standing on end. With her short arms, she barely managed to block her father's way. She glared at the driver like a knife and said with a look of rejection, "I'm not going to the institute."