Chapter 569： :Partner

Grover is an extremely authoritarian man!

He did not want to hear others say no to the things he confirmed. Moreover, he did not intend to make this matter public. He came secretly and only told Isaiah. As for the transportation personnel, they will not be notified until the day the mission starts, and they will control their communication tools , not allowing them to contact any outsiders.

When Grover called Isaiah to ask him to come to the headquarters again, the latter was frightened. The boss never repeated his curses. As soon as he opened the door and walked in, Grover came over and locked the door, and told him "I'm going to transfer Nicholas to the Polynesian island of Hamlin!"

Isaiah suddenly didn't know what to say.

Polynesia is a French overseas territory, a non-self-governing territory of the United Nations. It is located in the southeastern part of the Pacific Ocean and faces the Cook Islands in the west. It consists of 118 islands. The economy and communication are relatively backward. Exiled, and then increase the patrolling of warships around, who can fly over to pick him up?

Let's find it first!

And Hamlin Island is an internal name, and its location is more remote.

Isaiah looked at the high mood of the boss, with hesitation on his face. This expression happened to be seen by Grover. The latter paused, frowned, and asked in a cold tone, "What are you thinking?"

"Mr. Glover, this requires the cooperation of the military. We can't let the warships expand their patrols. Moreover, the military may not agree to increase military expenditures because of one person." Isaiah expressed IDE as euphemistically as possible. Point, which means that the military is impossible to cooperate!

There is no money for military expenses, and fuel costs for warship waves.

Grover frowned, but he didn't want to lose face in front of his subordinates, so he replied perfunctorily, "I'll take care of this matter."

Now that the boss has said so, Isaiah can only nod his head.

"Everything is waiting for me to inform, and it is not allowed to tell others."

"clear!"

After Isaiah left, Grover couldn't wait to call the military, hoping they would agree to this strategy, and the latter was also very frank, "Get out!"

Unless there is an increase in military spending, but this is not up to him!

The majestic Chief Warden of the Greater Paris District didn't dare to say much after being bullied by the military, so he hung up the phone with a dark face.

People are not used to you!

It is generous enough to support you with GIGN and extrajudicial special forces, because it costs a lot to train each member. The average cost of GIGN is about 70,000 francs. If one dies, the military will be distressed enough and plan to use it. warship? Don't even think about it!

Grover was spitting out country slang swear words that were enough to make a mosaic, but when he got angry, he had to solve it, so he thought of Zola! The hawks should be willing to cooperate with him, let this **** Asian be exiled to death early!

But after several phone calls, the other party turned off the phone.

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Paris Heralds Hospital!

This is an aristocratic hospital with powerful medical care and single rooms for patients.

In the Erskine ward at this time, Zola crossed her hips, watching the old man being served and drinking water. He looked in a very bad condition, and the most important thing was that even his head was covered with gauze, but Zola didn't remember who beat him. Over his head, just for a fight, looks like he's about to die?

Zola's face was dark, and he preferred to think that the other party was pretending.

"Mr. Erskine, your way of welcoming is special enough." Zola still couldn't hold back the sarcasm, "I should bring my personal doctor."

Erskine ignored him, but his assistant looked at him with righteous indignation and scolded him in a low voice, "Mr. Zola! You beat Mr. Erskine like this. The criminal didn't go to prison, but came here to show off? Don't you think this is a shameful thing?"

Zola didn't feel ashamed at all, instead she folded her hands, "It's shameful to lie on the bed and pretend to be a coward!"

Erskine raised his eyelids, just glanced at him lightly, groaned a few times and turned his head aside, as if you continue to talk nonsense, I won't listen, don't listen, just don't listen.

Not to mention, Zola is in this position, and now they are the hawks who are in a hurry!

He couldn't help but say something just now, it's just a long-term habit. He glared at his assistant and knocked on the hospital bed with his hand, "Mr. Erskine, I came to see you this time for something. Tell you about Nicholas' final decision."

Erskine turned his head back again.

"Procrastinating is not good for both of us. We have to find a way to solve his problem. Wall Street is more courageous than we imagined. Now we are in a very dangerous time. It came out of good intentions." When Zola said this, she couldn't even believe it!

Erskine's facial expression was very painful, and he made a look of struggling, and said hoarsely, "What do you want to do?"

Zola glanced at the assistant, who immediately understood, looked at Erskine, who nodded slightly, and the assistant led the others away, only glaring at Zola when he left.

"Are you just lying there and telling me?" asked Zora, looking at Erskine.

Erskine raised his hand that was in plaster, implying that I am broken, what do you want me to do?

Zola shrugged, "Nicholas must go to jail!"

Erskine rolled his eyes and turned his head away again, "If you say that, then there's nothing more to say. When I'm well, let's continue talking in Parliament."

"He committed a crime!"

"You have no proof," said Erskine.

"This is a fact."

"Facts are never spoken, Mr. Zola, the truth is in the cannon, and the truth is not up to you and me, the players are not you and me, we are just checkpoints, you have never played the game Is it? My grandson has played it, you can let him teach you, he is a very good teacher."

Erskine's mouth is still very cheap, and he can live to be more than seventy years old without being beaten to death, which has to be said to be a moral miracle.

Zola pursed her lips, and her face was very tangled. The theory between him and Dove Faction was that if you agree, I absolutely oppose it, and if you object, I agree. But now it’s hard to predict when it comes to looking for opportunities for cooperation.

"If we let him out, our dignity will be completely destroyed." Zola still hoped that Erskine would understand the truth.

But obviously, the old man is stubborn, so he doesn't listen to such nonsense. He has lived for so long, and he has learned two words: pragmatic!

Capital will teach you how to behave, the business itself, maybe Tang Dao committed a crime, but should he be arrested? Whether there is a crime or what the consequences are is not up to one person alone. The reality has always been ugly. It is trying hard to whitewash its cleanliness, but everyone understands that its heart is black!

Zola can block the so-called capital corrosion But can he block the bullets made with capital?

Is his skull that rigid?

It is not the bulletproof vest that can prevent bullets, but the wit.

"If you want dignity, you still want to die." Erskine replied very simply, "If you want dignity, please leave, if you want to die, let's continue."

Zola hesitated, hesitated, but his coming to the hospital was actually a compromise.

He has family, friends, relatives, and life!

"He can't just let it go." Zola said, "I need a reason."

Erskine frowned, and the most upright man finally bent his knees.

"He's our partner, isn't he? We just got the wrong guy, yes, the wrong guy!"

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