Philadelphia!

Southeast Pennsylvania is the central city of the Delaware Valley metropolitan area. Before it was established in Washington, it was the capital of Hawksauer and ranked fifth among important cities in the country.

But his crime rate is not low, about one criminal in every thousand people, so what you think is the eagle is also blood-red.

This is a paradise for manufacturing. About 60% of the prosthetics in the country are located in Eagle Sauce. Prosthetics and auxiliary tools are transported from here to other regions and going to the world.

So, when this person's exoskeleton comes out, do you think they will panic?

Manufacturing was united in 1880 to set standards and attack opponents, would they be willing to give this piece of meat to the savior?

In addition to them, the Hospital Association, which is even far away in Chicago, is also one of the opposition members. The organization founded in 1898 is a money-making beast with extremely abnormal income. They have cooperated with the insurance industry and are also a dominant person.

Those paralyzed patients need nursing fees every day, and these are all money. Once your exoskeleton is released, it will definitely have an impact on them, but the impact is not enough. Anyway, it is just very unhappy, which will reduce part of the income, so they don’t mind pushing them at this moment.

There is a building called "historical    witness" on McKart Street in Philadelphia. It has mottled walls and an ancient style. It is very surprising to other modern architectural styles next to it, but this is the Manufacturing Association Building.

It was constructed in 1902 and was repaired later, but it was only reinforced and the outside walls were not refreshed. Perhaps it was to use this method to tell everyone that everything was hard-won, and of course, it was also possible that it was to highlight a sense of historical heaviness.

After all, the United States has only been founded for more than 200 years.

In the office of the Secretary-General of the Association, Virginia Yvesli, 67, is working at his desk. His hair is gray and his eyes are wrinkled. Perhaps he has been lying for a long time and his spine is uncomfortable. He slowly straightens his body, takes off his glasses, puts them beside him, and rubs his temples.

"Peng!"

At this moment, the office door was pushed open roughly, and a young man in a dark orange suit rushed in, chewing gum in his mouth.

"Why are you here?"

Virginia Yves was shocked by the way of opening the door. He picked up his glasses and saw the person clearly. His face was not very good.

"Give me some money, I want to buy something." The young man said carelessly.

"No! How much did you give this month? 100,000 US dollars, you spent all of it?" Virginia Yves taught a lesson. His tone was obviously the father and son.

When the young man heard the other person's words, he was very impatient, "Hurry up, I made an appointment with someone, don't waste my time."

The old man's mouth was so angry that he was a child since he was old and had been spoiled since childhood. Now that he has grown up, he will make trouble for himself, but if you don't give it to him, he will make trouble for you, and he will be helpless.

Virginia Yves sighed softly, took out the key and opened the drawer, and took out two stacks of US dollars from it, "It's only so much."

The young man's eyes lit up and he got started, but he was patted by the other party and said seriously, "This is the last money this month, I will not give you money again."

"Okay, okay." The young man said impatiently. After taking the money, the old man only had his own son. Who would he give to him if he didn't give him money? He kissed him, then put it in his clothes, and smiled and said, "I have a deposit for the human exoskeleton."

"stop!"

Virginia Yves shouted loudly, scaring her son's hand trembled, and a stack of US dollars fell to the ground.

"What did you say just now? What is this money used for?"

"It's used to pay the deposit, the human exoskeleton can now be booked." The son replied in a daze.

This almost made him angry. I am trying my best to plot against the other party. You are so good, you are the enemy!

If this is known to other members of the association and his son of the Secretary-General is scattered, what kind of face does he have to continue to sit in this position?

Virginia Yvesli had a gloomy face, "Get the money back, I won't allow you to go."

"Why?" the young man asked incomprehensible, his voice getting louder and louder.

"If you want to buy that kind of toy, you can make money by yourself, I won't give you a penny." The old man reached out and grabbed the money back, threw it on the table, looked at his unscrupulous son, and snorted coldly, "Bad!"

These two words seemed to be venting dissatisfaction all the time, and their faces turned red with anger. They tried to take a deep breath to calm themselves down. Similarly, this deeply stimulated the other party. They were so unhappy that they actually kicked the table and left cursingly.

Virginia Yves looked at the table that was kicked in a crooked way and felt a pain.

Why did his son become like this?

Sitting on the chair with a little depressed look, sighing, facing the floor-to-ceiling window, sometimes I really want to keep going, but this is only three floors, and I can't die. It may even cause the company's shares to plummet. But when I see the virtue of my successor, I feel as if I am ashamed.

When he looked down the window, he happened to see his son walking out of the door angrily and heading towards the blue sports car parked across the street. Suddenly, a taxi rushed over as if it was out of control. Then when the other party opened the door, it hit the front of the sports car heavily.

The huge impact force obviously brought everyone away.

Virginia Yvesli stood up instantly, widened his eyes, his face suddenly pale, and two words appeared in his mind: Car accident?!

But the scene below changed. Two big men got out of the taxi and pulled his son to the ground like he was dragging a trash can and stuffed him into the car. The latter wanted to resist and hit his head with two punches and pulled him away directly. One of the men was on the bus and raised his head to look at the third floor of the association. All this happened at the moment of Virginia Yves.

He hurried out. On the way, someone saw him smiling and greeting him, but the 67-year-old man ran very fast. Finally, someone found something was wrong and hurriedly followed. When he arrived downstairs, there was already people around the blue sports car. He ran up and pushed away the crowd. Seeing a pool of blood on the ground, he felt a blur in front of him, and staggered and almost fell down.

Fortunately, the staff following behind him saw something was wrong, and even Amin helped him.

"Quick...Call the police!"

After Virginia Yves said this, his eyes turned dark and he fainted.

…

The son of the Manufacturing Association was held hostage in public shocked the entire Philadelphia and Virginia Yves had a high status in this city, similar to Tang Dao in Boston. Of course, he did not have the control of the latter, but only prestige.

But this is enough. The kidnapping in broad daylight also made the police station very angry. He quickly found the taxi using technical means. It was abandoned outside Philadelphia and had blood in the car. After finding the owner of the vehicle, the other party said that the car was stolen two years ago!

Walt?

The case suddenly became anxious.

Virginia Yvesley, who was sent to the hospital, went home that night. He didn't want to stay here. He calmed down and thought that those people must have something to ask for by kidnapping their son. Is it just for killing people? Any planning that has been long-term to make money. When he goes home, the other party will definitely contact him.

Sure enough, at around 11 o'clock in the evening, a letter was sent over, and the person who delivered the letter was controlled on the spot, but the other party said that he was just a errand runner!

Virginia Yves opened the letter and there was only one sentence in it, "Good evening, sir, I am Mister Travis!"

hiss!

This name immediately gave him a bad premonition and he instantly understood who kidnapped his son.

He impulsively wanted to hand the letter to the police, but he also understood that this did not mean anything. This string of words was printed and there was no way to find the notes. Moreover, you can use this as evidence to arrest Mister?

Think someone's lawyer is vegetarian?

Maybe someone else pretended to be his name?

But Virginia Yves was sure that it was that person who did it. He must have known the Manufacturing Association's small move. What is this? Threat? Or intimidation?

He dares to write his name blatantly, so he is not afraid of you calling the police.

If he had any abnormal movements, his son would definitely disappear very cleanly. The world is so big, so it is normal to lose a few people occasionally, right?

As for catching the two kidnappers, it might be even more difficult. They must have hidden it. He knotted the letter into a ball and threw it into the trash can, and told his family that he wanted to go for a rest. Then a junior helped him upstairs, but he did not go to the bedroom, but went to the study.

"You go down, don't call me if you're okay," he said to the junior.

Although the latter didn't understand, he nodded and was careful to help bring it to the door.

Virginia Yves walked over and locked the door, took out the recorder, mobile phone and phone book from the drawer, found Mister's phone and called.

After two sounds, someone answered the other side.

"Hey, hello, where?"

"I'm Virginia Yves."

Mister calmed down, and then his tone was still plain, "Good evening, sir, is there anything wrong?"

This calmness made him even suspicious, and the other party didn't know about this at all.

"Where is my son? What do you want to do?" Virginia Yves said, turning on the recorder and trying to record it.

"I don't understand what you are saying. It's so late. If nothing else, I'll hang up the phone. I need a rest." Mister said.

"Give me my son back and I think it hasn't happened."

Mister smiled, "Mr. Virginia, you should go to the bar and hotel to find your son, not to come to me, and if you do this, I will call the police. Your behavior of disturbing people's rest is very impolite." After that, he hung up the phone.

Virginia Yves was so angry that he almost smashed the mobile phone.

Although Mister pretended to be stupid, he understood that the other party must be the mastermind, but what can he do at this time?
Chapter completed!