For a month, everything remained calm. After Neto took office as interim president, Angola gradually stabilized, and people returned to their old lives. Other than having a different interim president, nothing else in life seemed to have changed. They were merely preparing for the upcoming election.
The outside world was no longer paying as much attention to Angola as it had at first, but that was only on the surface. After receiving the information Chen Mo had sent over, the world's top agents had quietly entered Angola, their attention focused on Reedman and the other members.
Angola, on a yacht not far from the island.
Reedman sat on the deck with a fishing rod in hand, his gaze still carrying traces of contemplation.
Now that Neto had taken office, Angola had begun to stabilize. Everything was proceeding according to his plan, and Angola had already fallen under his control. It was rare for him to complete something so significant and enjoy a period of leisure, so he had chosen to come out and relax today.
"Sir, when will we begin our next target?" Poison Rose emerged from the cabin and stood beside Reedman, her face as cold and indifferent as ever.
"Wait another two months. That thing hasn't been completed yet." Reedman spoke blandly, without the slightest hint of urgency, his hand resting steadily around the fishing rod.
"What if it still hasn't succeeded after two months?"
As Reedman had told her before, research like this might succeed tomorrow, or it might show no progress even after ten years. They could not keep waiting forever.
"If it hasn't succeeded, we'll consider the next plan then. If that research is completed, the next plan will also be twice as effective with half the effort." After saying that, Reedman returned his attention