In Iceland, one building stood brightly lit amid the darkness shrouding Reykjavik.
When the United Nations New Continent Scientific Research Station was first established, the participating countries jointly set up an office in Reykjavik to coordinate resources for the Scientific Research Station.
Once the Scientific Research Station was up and running, the office became a link between the Scientific Research Station and the various governments.
Even on the night shift, the atmosphere in the office was relaxed.
"Anyone want to bet on whether the Americans will send agents to steal our stone tablet?"
Dressed in a suit and holding a cup of coffee, Bill watched the footage on the big screen and said to his colleagues with a smile, "I bet the Americans won't send anyone. If I lose, I'll pay you five times your stake. If you lose, you only have to pay me what you wagered."
"I'm not taking a bet that just hands you money."
Yoshida Shoichi, a liaison from the Eastern Isles, smiled too. "This isn't a movie. No agent could evade countless high-tech devices and tight security, sneak into the base, then stroll out with the stone tablet."
"So the Americans definitely won't waste their time trying."
"What if someone's been bought off?"
The remark came out of nowhere from someone in the office.
The room fell silent at once.
The liaison who had spoken realized his mistake. Thinking it was one thing; saying it aloud was idiotic.
He hurried to add, "I meant in movies... People in movies always get bought off. Those idiot directors never stop to think that our best people would never let an enemy buy them."
His explanation was a mess, but nobody paid it any mind. Instead, they began to think.
Someone being bought off was entirely possible. This