People are watching American TV shows, and they are also watching American-style iaido.

So what if I die?

There is clearly a huge secret existing beneath the surface of this planet.

Whether someone lives or dies is not so important in order to uncover this secret.

After listening, Janet's eyes darted around, and she roughly figured out what Ding Ze was thinking. So, she grinned and said, "Maybe this is the last journey."

Ding Ze chuckled upon hearing this, "Don't jinx it."

“Hehe, I’ll be by your side,” Janet said with absolute sincerity.

Ding Ze smiled broadly.

In this life, what more could one ask for than to have such a companion on the journey?

"No rush, we need to be fully prepared. This operation will be very large and will require a lot of preparation time," Ding Ze said with a smile.

Jenny nodded. "Mm."

***************

Washington.

The meeting in the West Wing of the White House has come to an end.

Now that the Samaritans are online, time is no longer on the side of the [Immortality Club].

In short, the Longevity Club must take immediate action and not delay, otherwise the situation will only get worse.

"Strike the snake at its vital spot," the eldest elder concluded. "To destroy Dongfeng Security, defeat Ding Ze, and launch a frontal attack on Miami would be of little use."

"As long as Ding Ze doesn't die, given time, with the help of the Samaritans, Ding Ze will make a full recovery."

“We have to cut off his supply, which is Dongfeng Motors in Mexico.”

"Ding Ze has far too many people to support, and recently, he is very likely to run out of funds quickly."

“If we destroy Dongfeng Group, Ding Ze will lose his cash flow and will be isolated and helpless in a few days.”

“In addition, we also need to cut off the network... Otherwise, Ding Ze might go crazy and use the Samaritans to break into banks and steal large amounts of deposits, causing the economy of the United States and even the world to collapse.”

The operation and maintenance of any institution in this world cannot be separated from funding.

The Longevity Club is no exception.

Therefore, an economic collapse in the United States and even globally would definitely not be a good thing for the "Eternal Life Club".

To put it more seriously.

If the global economy really collapses, and if it takes even a little longer, the "Eternal Life Club" will also be finished.

It is like this.

He killed himself in his attempt to obtain the Samaritan?

Why not just abandon the Samaritans and bomb Miami directly? Why go through all this trouble?

After listening.

Elder Ricky said with some distress, "Elder, unplugging the network cable might be a bit difficult... After the last time the network cable was unplugged, the American government mobilized a large number of forces."

"Now, several key points are defended as solid as a rock..."

The eldest elder, who was the oldest among them, nodded upon hearing the situation. "Find a way to resolve this issue. I will go to New York immediately to meet someone and have a talk with them."

"If the negotiations don't work out, I'll call you, and you should immediately unplug the internet."

Having said all that, Elder Ricky dared not utter another word and could only nod in agreement, "Alright."

“That’s settled then. Arrange a plane to take me to New York,” said the eldest elder.

Ricky nodded quickly.

It didn't take too long.

The eldest elder, all alone, arrived in New York. After exiting the airport, he hailed a taxi and told the driver Harold Finch's address.

Having operated on this planet for so many years, the eldest elder, as the club's supreme leader, naturally knew of the existence of the robot baby and was also very familiar with Harold Finch's whereabouts.

A blink of an eye.

The eldest elder arrived at Harold Finch and Comrade Risser's stronghold, which was the abandoned library, and knocked on the door.

dong dong dong~~~

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Harold Finch, who was indeed in the library, was immediately startled.

Risser decisively drew his pistol, his face grim, his sharp eyes fixed on the entrance.

dong dong dong~~~

“Harold,” the eldest elder spoke calmly, “I know you’re inside. Let’s talk. I mean no harm.” (End of Chapter)

Chapter 434 Harold Finch

Inside an abandoned library in New York.

Upon hearing this, Rither, who was gripping his pistol and ready for battle, turned to look at the bewildered Harold Finch and asked in a low voice, "Your friend?"

Harold Finch shook his head decisively, "I have no friends left."

Upon hearing this, Risser stopped hesitating and decisively ordered, "Hide, I'll handle this."

Harold Finch was completely incapable of fighting, and upon hearing this, he immediately began to limp away.

At the same time, Risser walked step by step toward the entrance.

Upon reaching the side of the entrance, Risser cautiously glanced outside and saw only one person, an old man with gray hair.

Risser breathed a slight sigh of relief and then looked the old man over very carefully once more.

After examining the old man, Risser did not believe he had any weapons.

Since that's the case, Rither, who has never been a coward and doesn't care about life or death, thought for a moment, then appeared behind the door with his gun in hand and asked the elder outside the door with a stern expression, "Who are you?"

The eldest elder, upon seeing Rither, smiled kindly. "My name is Snowwell Milden, Mr. Rither. Hello, I need to speak with Harold."

"How do you know Harold?" Rither asked again.

“I know Harold because I know he created the machine. I want to talk to Harold because the Samaritans are coming online one after another, and I hope Harold can help stop them,” Snowway said with a smile.

Reese listened, his nerves taut.

At the same time, Harold also heard these words because his headset was on.

next second.

Harold, who was actually quite arrogant and rarely listened to others' opinions, gritted his teeth and strode out of his hiding place. As he walked, he said to Rither through his earpiece, "Mr. Rither, please invite Mr. Milden in."

Upon hearing this, Rither gave Snowwell Milden a cold look and replied into his headset, "I don't think this is a good idea. He might be one of Ding Ze's men."

Upon hearing this, Snowy immediately laughed, "No, I'm from another organization. Perhaps you've heard of the organization I belong to; it's called the Longevity Club."

As soon as these words came out.

Geddon!

The Longevity Club? That sounds incredibly sinister, and it's rumored to be a mysterious organization that secretly controls the world?

Risser was genuinely surprised, and then dared not open the door to let Snowway in, even though he knew in his heart that such a door would definitely not be able to stop Snowway.

“Mr. Risser, please let Mr. Snowway in,” Harold Finch said again, repeating the sentence.

Upon hearing this, Risser hesitated for a moment, then asked Snowwell, "Did you come alone?"

“Of course,” Snowway nodded. “I know Harold is very protective of his privacy.”

“I’ll be watching you, and if you do anything out of line, I’ll kill you,” Rither threatened.

“Okay, don’t worry, I definitely won’t,” Snowway promised with a smile.

Risser then stopped talking, said nothing more, and opened the door.

“Thank you,” Snowway said politely, and stepped inside.

Risser didn't rush to move. He waited until Snowway was in front of him before following him.

It didn't take too long.

Snowway saw Harold Finch, who was already waiting and looked quite calm, and greeted him with a smile, "Mr. Finch, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Harold shook hands with Snowwell. "How did you know me?"

“The club has been watching you for a long time, probably since you started creating the machine,” Snowway said without hiding anything. “Back then, we monitored everyone who tried to create this kind of God, and I’m glad that you succeeded in the end.”

The voice reached my ears.

Harold, who couldn't believe he had been constantly monitored and thought he had become a non-existent person, felt a chill run down his spine and found it hard to believe that such a thing existed. "I didn't realize that anyone had been monitoring me."

Snowway smiled. "It seems the club staff have done a very good job."

Harold frowned slightly upon hearing this, realizing something: "You don't seem like an ordinary member of the [Longevity Club]."

Snowway smiled. "I'm not, but that doesn't matter."