"Money, money, money, all these people think about is money..."
In Rio, Brazil, Frester angrily paced back and forth on the apartment balcony, cursing incessantly...
"These bastards have messed up Brazil, and now they want to target Andrea Company?
Are they out of their minds?"
The boss, Anderson, sat on the sofa with a worried expression, helplessly saying, "The virus has messed everything up...
Yesterday, people from the National Intelligence Center came to our company wanting to take over our servers to see our operations. I pushed them back, but I doubt they'll give up."
Andre gritted his teeth, looked up at Frester, and said, "How about I find someone to take out the Intelligence Center personnel?
I've already figured out where they're staying. As long as you nod, we can act tonight."
Frester waved his hand after listening, saying, "They're not coming for Andrea Company, they're targeting Lingmao Company!
