United States.
Washington.
Manor.
Two old men fishing by the lake.
"No clues yet?"
"Yes."
"I think this is Gitti's scheme, with a backup plan early on, the factory battle was just a decoy to draw attention away. I guess the three scientists have all gone home."
"What if they haven't?"
What if?
This was hard for me to respond to.
"We've done our best, we can only hope so."
"Hmm."
"What do you think of the Ou Wei Foundation?"
"What?"
"Pretend."
Facing the disdain of his old friend, the old man's wrinkled face showed more of a smile, "Checked it, no problems at all, funding is legal, operations are transparent, quite reputable within the industry."
"..."
You know.
That's not what I wanted to hear.
Silence.
After half a minute, I had to make it clear:
"This foundation hasn't been around long, but it manages a lot of assets. The most critical thing is, since its inception, its biggest donor has been industries under the Myanmar Bank Group."
