Conan: I'm Really Not the Manipulator

Glenn was helpless. While speeding up, she prayed that the unlucky compatriot was really safe.

Soon Sindora Company appeared in front of him, and Glenn landed smoothly on the guardrail at the edge of the rooftop terrace. This angle cannot be captured by the surveillance inside.

She folded her wings and began to look at the environment in front of her.

There is a layer of artificial lawn on the ground, which is said to be a personal park. The entire terrace only has swings and slides. The only two recreational facilities are far apart, making it look cold and empty.

Behind the sliding glass door not far away, Hiroki Sawada was sitting inside typing on the keyboard.

Belloberg provided a lot of relevant information, and Glenn herself confirmed it. She knew that the situation of the young man in front of her was far worse than she had previously expected.

During this week, Sawada Hiroki only left Sindora Company once, returning to his alma mater to participate in activities.

At that time, two tall bodyguards followed closely, and were very wary of outsiders approaching. After getting into the car, other vehicles followed closely behind.

Chairman Thomas Sindora also seldom goes out. When he does go out, the pomp is more exaggerated than that of his adopted son. Bodyguards surround him tightly, but there is no suffocating feeling.

Hiroki Sawada has the habit of watching TV while working. At this time, the news was playing around him.

[Within a week, multiple eagle attacks occurred in Queens, New York. Bird experts analyzed...]

[Several shooting incidents occurred in the Elmhurst community of Queens, New York. A child died in the incident. The police suspected that it was related to gang fighting...]

[Well-known actress Sharon Wynyard is hospitalized due to illness...]

Covered by the sound of the TV, Glenn returned to her human form. She crossed the fence and landed quietly on the ground.

The wind on the top of the building was much stronger than that on the lower floors. She stood there as if the whole world was crumbling. Without looking behind her, she raised her hand and pressed it on her right eye.

More pictures, more internal images of the company, appeared before her eyes.

Glenn rarely creates humans as messengers, but she often uses the abilities of animal messengers for other people she meets in real life.

The Eagle Attack in the report just now was done by her. She mixed in, contacted some employees of Sindorah Company, and marked their bodies so that she could transfer her five senses to receive information at any time.

Turning the eyes and ears of the relevant people directly into cameras and bugs is the highest level of snooping - machines cannot scan it, it is difficult for others to detect it, and they themselves cannot detect it.

But this can only be used on people who are not very vigilant, like Gin and Rum, and they will not give her or the animals a chance to touch them. Having too many bodyguards wouldn't work. She couldn't get close to the chairman who knew the most. And this ability only lasts for one week.

Her collaborator Beloberg is equally wary.

From the moment they met, Glenn was curious about his position. He even found out that a certain bodyguard had dirty hands and feet while working in Europe and had stolen things from his employer. Even the chairman and HR probably didn't know about this (if they knew, they wouldn't hire him). How did he know about it?

She used her eyesight to look for him these past few days, but no one's face matched her, and she couldn't find him at all.

Thinking of the plan they had booked, Glenn's heart was heavy, and she felt the tension that had not appeared in the previous mission.

Besides that, she was a little... uneasy.

This mission has been weird from the beginning. The organization's affairs in the United States have been controlled by the third-in-command since fifteen years ago and are not under Rum's jurisdiction at all. Why should he be responsible for such an important matter?

Are there any hidden secrets or inside stories in this mission...?

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On the fifth floor, the room next to the "Cocoon" research center.

Thomas Sindora, who was standing in front of the monitor, suddenly felt his nose was a little itchy.

Fortunately, the discomfort quickly disappeared, and he did not have to sneeze in front of a bunch of men in shame.

He raised his head and continued to stare at the rows of screens in front of him. The best equipment presented a fairly clear picture. When he saw one, his eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Stop."

Belloberg beside him suddenly shouted softly.

"Please work hard again and intercept the surveillance of the safe passage in Area B on the 5th floor at 22: yesterday evening and play it."

The employee with his back to the two people had gauze on his forehead. He was caught by an eagle a few days ago.

He has been doing this kind of repetitive work every day for the past few days, switching screens repeatedly according to instructions. His fingers have become stiff and his eyes are extremely sore from the overload of work.

But he dared not speak out in anger.

A year ago, their chairman Thomas Sindora received a threatening letter.

The envelope was pure black like a raven, and I didn’t know who the sender was. The chairman, who used to disdain such things, changed his face when he saw it.

From then on, he seemed to be a new person. He no longer participated in various celebrity gatherings. He stayed in the company almost every day and kept social activities to a minimum. Even if you want to travel, you will be accompanied by a bunch of bodyguards to protect you, and you will not go to places with high-rise buildings nearby. The same is true for the adopted son, Master Hongshu.

At the same time, the upper management strictly screened internal employees, and many people were fired for trivial matters.

There were so many things going wrong. If it weren't for the high salary here, he would have resigned long ago... And why didn't he call the police when he received a threatening letter? Could it be that the other party was an acquaintance, or a shady person... The employees complied with the instructions while complaining.

Soon, a new picture was released.

Seeing the man above who secretly opened the door and seemed to be holding something in his hand, Thomas Sindora's face became even more gloomy.

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I’ve been very busy recently, working overtime + slowly packing things at home, and I haven’t written a detailed outline of this plot, so updates will be slow_(:з」∠)_

Chapter 185 It’s me, it’s me again, it’s me again

The employee responsible for calling the surveillance also saw the sneaky man. He pressed the pause button and actively zoomed in on the screen, waiting for the chairman to speak.

Thomas Sindora frowned.

He stared at the man with evil eyes, squeezed the hands around him tightly, then suddenly turned around and strode away from here.

The employees were stunned and sat there blankly. Only Belloberg, as a bodyguard, followed him.

……

Da da da……

The corridor is wide and open, with the newly repaired wall moving forward. There is no light on at the corner at the end of the corridor, and the moonlight shines in through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Most of the ordinary employees went home after get off work. There was no one else along the way, only the footsteps of two people echoed.

Thomas Sindora walked quickly in front, his expression terrifyingly gloomy.

Maybe others would think it was the anger of discovering the mole, but only he knew what he was worried about at this time.

Someone once said that when capital comes to the world, every pore is dripping with dirty blood.

Thomas Sindora developed a mediocre small company into a giant in the American IT industry. Only he knows the hardships - he has encountered shootings, car accidents, poisoning, kidnapping, private plane failures, betrayal by his subordinates... He Let others go through this too.

In order to better deal with those people, he reached a cooperation with an underground organization as early as when the company was first established and targeted by opponents.

He provides funds to the organization, and the organization solves his competitors and assists him and his Sindora company to climb to higher positions.

At first Sindora thought this was just an ordinary criminal organization, a dark legacy left by Italians like Capone and Luciano, but he soon discovered that he was terribly wrong.

——This "legacy" is too huge, like a monster dormant in another world behind the sun, with mountains of bones at its feet.

He was not the only one sought out by the organization. The organization was involved in economics, politics, technology, and the entertainment industry. Even fifteen years ago, they killed Amanda Hughes, a well-known domestic capitalist who was running for president at the time!

Other opponents died in various "accidents", which only made him feel sad. This woman who was more powerful than him died inexplicably, and the murderer was not caught afterwards, which made his hair stand on end.

Syndora planned to withdraw, but he knew not to be too hasty. He had used the power of organization to develop the company to this day, and they would not allow a piece of finished cake to run away. He had to take his time.

Over the years, he has been very docile to the organization on the surface, giving money and help when it asks for it, and he has given strong support to internal drug research.

But his support for drug research is sincere. After all, rich people care about two things - "how to enjoy it" and "how to extend the enjoyment time" - and he hopes that kind of drug can really be produced.

Starting two years ago, Sindora began to secretly transfer assets. He thought he had done it perfectly, but a year later, a black threatening letter signed with invisible ink arrived.

Signed by: Goldwasser.

——The third-in-command of the organization that controls North America issued a warning to him.

While walking in the corridor with a suitable temperature, Sindora broke into a cold sweat just thinking about it. He came back from his past thoughts and heard a voice behind him.

"...Mr. Thomas, he is suspected of stealing company property. Do you want to call the police?"

He turned around and saw the bodyguard hired half a year ago, Sylvie Belloberg, who was of Italian descent, looking at him as if waiting for him to give an order.

……

In order to avoid the assassination of the organization, Sindora tried her best. He followed the methods of his competitors and stayed in his own company as much as possible, socializing less and not going out casually.

Even so, he still encountered many accidents - for example, the organization sent bombs that caused some walls to be blown up. He did not want to provoke an FBI investigation, and the external publicity was just an ordinary business war...

For another example, when he had to go out, he encountered gunfire while driving to a relatively remote place.

There were four bodyguards in the car at the time. The driver was beaten to death on the spot. Among the remaining three, Belloberg, who was sitting in the passenger seat and was the farthest away from him, reacted fastest and successfully killed the opponent and covered him. escape.

Sindora said nothing, and Beloberg continued:

"The time he joined coincides with the emergence of a criminal organization. That organization likes to collect gems and has killed many collectors. The 'Moon of Baroda' in your hand may become their target..."

As a bodyguard, you not only have to solve the current danger, but also prevent possible dangers. Sindora is not surprised that Belloberg mentioned this.

"Never call the police."

Sindora, who was even more afraid of attracting the police, waved her hands impatiently and slowed down.

In fact, through those few assassinations, he gradually realized that the organization was just warning him, not wanting his life, otherwise they could have used more powerful bombs.

...That’s right, he is the chairman of such a big company after all. If he loses himself, what will the company do? Unless a fool is replaced, no one will continue to send money to them stupidly.

As for the person in the surveillance... he was probably sent by his opponent to steal trade secrets. After all, only one set of brain connectors was missing.

If his "Cocoon" is successfully developed, it will be the world's first fully immersive holographic game that controls all senses, and will be a huge blow to other electronics and game companies.

Except for this thief, his company is safe. There are no traces of intrusion by anyone from that organization, nor an FBI investigation in charge of domestic economic/violence issues. The organization the bodyguard said about targeting the gems is even more nonsense.

Thinking of this, Sindora gradually relaxed and looked at Belloberg, who joined the company at the same time as the thief.

"You have been out in the past few days. What did you go to do?"

Belloberg looked sad: "Ms. Wynyard is seriously ill. I heard that she was recently transferred to a hospital in New York. I went to visit her."

Sindora quickly remembered the relevant news.

Sharon Wynyard is an internationally renowned actress. Her death due to illness has received a lot of attention from the media and fans. Even if they didn't care, they heard the news. There were even rumors that...

"I have always been a big fan of hers and learned a lot from her...but her agent said she only had one year to live."

After saying this, Beloberg sighed, with a genuine regret in his light brown eyes.

Sintra, who has always been dismissive of the entertainment industry, did not comment.