Chapter 469: Pandora's Box

At the same time, Grant, the director of the Overseas Technology Monitoring Center in Seattle, USA, walked out of the office and stood in the corridor on the second floor looking down, feeling a sense of satisfaction spontaneously.

It was already late at night in Seattle at this time, but dozens of people in the hall were busy and busy, welcoming the arrival of the box containing the lazy god technology.

Since McGovern got the box, various attacks have emerged one after another. This box was also privately called "Pandora" by the people in the Overseas Technology Monitoring Center. Many people joked that it was precisely because of the arrival of this box that the brought so much misfortune.

Originally thought that McGovern was already safe when he got on the C-17 transport plane. Who would have thought that the C-17 transport plane crashed in the Pacific Ocean (just when Nan Ming was on the plane). After losing contact for a long time, the local people knew about the plane crash. Hurry up Send someone to search and rescue.

Fortunately, McGovern and the pilot parachuted to survive, and were picked up by a fishing boat.

It was not easy to contact a nearby fleet to pick it up, but before the fleet arrived, the fishing boat encountered pirates, the pilot died, and McGovern struggled to survive.

The fleet directly wiped out the pirates and rescued McGovern, but the box sank to the bottom of the sea in the explosion.

Seven naval salvage teams took turns to salvage the box, escorted by the fleet, and transported by an aircraft carrier. After a joint military exercise was postponed, the box was actually sent to the west coast, and then escorted by a team of convoys, directly sent to overseas technology. The monitoring center encountered an epic snowstorm, which then caused a large-scale traffic jam. Even in the middle of the night, a large number of people were blocked on the road. The escort convoy was still seven miles away from the monitoring center.

This whole process is more than a "twist" that can be described?

In fact, the ordeal did not only happen to the person who escorted the box. Grant subconsciously touched the back of the head where the wound had been stitched up, overlooking the hall.

At a glance, almost everyone in the hall was wounded. The fat hacker's face was injured. The agent in charge of the satellite was hanging by an arm, and another agent was in a wheelchair. Those who didn't know thought it was here It's a nursing home.

But for Grant, no matter how much misfortune it was, it was worth it.

It is precisely because of the frequent attacks that it can prove the importance of this box, and it can also prove its importance.

Therefore, under the care of several big figures, the Offshore Technology Monitoring Center has been upgraded to become a new department independent from the CIA, and even now has its own abbreviation OTMC (Offshore Technology Monitoring Centre, Overseas Technology Monitoring Center) and Grant's power and status have also risen.

In fact, Grant originally hoped that the abbreviation of his institution would be OTC (Offshore Technology Centre). Three letters are more high-end and more elegant than four letters.

The unprecedented traffic jam continued, and the bigwigs were getting impatient waiting in Grant's office.

Grant's office has never been more important. The vice president, the director of the CIA, and the most popular congressmen are all sitting in his office at this time...

In order to witness this historic moment, they came here early and waited, but the box that should have arrived two hours ago has not yet arrived.

OTMC cut into the police surveillance cameras and carefully monitored everything in the convoy. The convoy had been dismantled by various private cars. Everyone was walking on eggshells for fear of being attacked.

According to the information they got, MI6 and FSB have mobilized a large number of manpower, and even some extremist organizations have already targeted this box. Seattle is a port city, and the throughput of the port is amazing. Once it is robbed, there will be 10,000 kinds of way to make the box disappear.

If the box has already reached the mainland of the United States and is robbed by others, then it is really embarrassing.

At this moment, an agent suddenly yelled: "The snowstorm has stopped!"

The temperature began to rise quickly, and the snowmelt truck came out of nowhere, and soon the snow turned into sewage. Almost instantly, the road became clear. Grant received a report from the escort convoy: "The road has been cleared. It is estimated that half an hour within reach."

Sure enough, the next road was unimpeded. Those who had been in ambush for a long time launched two suicide attacks. In the end, they only blew up a few cars, but more guards joined them. A group of more than ten people When the cars rushed into the OTMC's gate that had been reinforced many times, everyone was finally completely relieved.

When the disheveled McGovern entered the elevator under the protection of several armed guards, reached the depths of the ground, and then appeared at the entrance of the hall, there was a deafening cheer in the entire hall.

After many hardships, the box finally arrived safely at the headquarters of OTMC.

McGovern didn't even think he was alive, it was a miracle.

The big shots had already made their preparations, and McGovern hurriedly walked a few steps, put the aluminum alloy suitcase in his hand on the table, and then slowly opened the suitcase.

A box with a gray appearance appeared in front of everyone, with blue and white rays of light floating on it vaguely.

The whole box seems to have a kind of power that grabs people's hearts. Just seeing it makes people have an extreme desire to own it and protect it!

"This box is made by Lanshen Technology. Although the locking device can be seen, we have tried various methods in overseas bases, but we have not been able to open it." McGovern said.

"Since it carries the world's top technology, it is also the crystallization of the top technology, which is normal." The vice president held the box in his hand and looked at it with fascination. It was obviously a metal box, but it showed The strange color is similar to gems, but the box itself seems to be a supreme art treasure. When the hands touched the box, it seemed that even the heart was touched. There was an urge to hide it in my safe, and even wanted to Do whatever it takes to get it.

Besides that, he had an inexplicable urge to thank the man who had made it, and other ideas that were harder to articulate.

It took a lot of courage before he passed the box in his hand to the white-haired congresswoman next to him who was eager to see through it. Then he reached out and patted McGovern on the shoulder, saying, "Thank you, son!"

At McGovern's age, it's been years since someone called him that.

"The country will thank you for your dedication and contribution." The white-haired congresswoman passed the box in her hand to the director of the CIA, and said to McGovern.

The director of the CIA refused to let go, and said to Grant: "The CIA spent hundreds of millions of dollars to obtain this box. Although OTMC has become independent now, I ask OTMC and the CIA to share all research results. Of course, the relative CIA Related resources will also be provided…”

The box was passed around, and when the last big man finished reading the box, the vice president came over and shook hands with McGovern, and then said to him: "You should take a shower and rest, if you have time, come and talk to me Let's play golf together."

"Thank you, sir!" McGovern straightened his body and said.

Before this, he had never been so valued by others. Recently, nothing went well with him, and it was a miracle that he survived.

For some reason, the bad luck that had been entangled with her before seemed to suddenly disappear. He felt that from now on, his good luck came.

It was as if someone had sucked all the bad luck away, and McGovern felt unreal.

What the hell happened?

After checking the box, the dignitaries gave them another earnest order before leaving.

After walking a few steps, the vice president with all white hair stopped, beckoned to Grant, and handed him a business card.

"This is my private number. You can transfer it to Mr. Nan of Lanshen Technology, and say that the United States of America appreciates his efforts. If you need anything, you can call me at any time."

Grant's jaw hit the floor.

Seeing the vice president and others leaving under the escort of the Secret Service, Grant was almost entangled.

How can he contact Mr. Nan of Lazy Technology, tell him the private number of Mr. Vice President, and thank him for his contribution to the United States?

In the middle, I always feel that there is something illogical, but no matter how I think about it, I can't figure it out.

This feeling of being deceived made Grant so entangled to death.