United States.
Washington.
Manor.
"We're here."
The old man muttered, once the people arrive, the play will begin; that side is well prepared. With so many eyes watching, they can't make big moves, so they only helped with two things.
First.
The hacker incident.
Second.
Report the villains.
If we want that side to remain vigilant, although Gitti may already know, it's a statement—can't let them know while you do nothing; it's a matter of attitude.
Very important.
So.
Believe Gitti will have arrangements, of course, you can directly say it with an email, but it's not effective enough; what they need is to bring the conspiracy to the table without damaging the consortium's face.
Quite troublesome.
On one hand, hoping the consortium's plan fails.
On the other, need to protect the consortium's reputation.
Otherwise.
The darkest truth leads to everyone eating flies.
"Are these three scientists real?" The old man took a sip of tea.
This time.
