Chapter 495 Open The DoorFBI!
"Thank you for your reply, Mr. Chairman." Fox slowly crossed his hands, his fingers clenched tightly together from an angle out of the camera's view. Looking at the others on the conference screen, a bold idea suddenly formed in his mind. Fox paid no attention to the rest of the meeting, ignoring his secretary's repeated subtle reminders to focus. The extensive materials he had meticulously prepared for joining the Mutual Aid Society were also useless. However, this was insignificant, as joining the Mutual Aid Society was easier than they had imagined. After the establishment of the Mutual Aid Society Tenth Branch, participating countries could be admitted as member states if they wished. After the branch was formally established, discussions would begin regarding entering the lunar... Inside the sphere's core, regarding the plan to eliminate the Swarm, Fox listened intently to this part of the plan. In summary, the Mutual Aid Society headquarters and Ding Hongbo's side would provide manpower, resources, and equipment to rush into the deep cave in one fell swoop. After making contact with the Moon AI, they would use electromagnetic pulse bombs to eliminate the Swarm. If this operation failed, there was a backup plan: directly using Spacetime Tunnel to forcibly relocate the Swarm. Of course, both plans had a problem: human spacecraft couldn't outrun the Swarm. Therefore, both plans required a very high level of skill to successfully capture the Swarm in an unfamiliar environment. Upon hearing this plan, Fox lowered his head... A glint seemed to flash in his eyes. He waited impatiently for the meeting to end, Fox for the first time how long time had passed! "Sir? Are you feeling unwell?" his secretary asked gently. "No, Lucy... I'm fine, I was just thinking about something else." "Something else?" "Yes, it's risky... but worth it!" Fox got up and went to the window, gazing at the huge moon and sun together, realizing it was almost dawn. "Get Director Hutchings on the phone immediately, I need him." "Okay, okay!" Soon, the secretary woke Director Hutchings via a private phone and handed the receiver to Fox. " Hutchings..." " Hutchings, how many astronauts do we have available now?" "Uh... 40?" "No, I'm asking about those we can use right now, not including those sent to the other side." Hutchings, sitting up in bed, was completely confused, wondering if he had somehow offended this guy. Didn't you tell me to send all the astronauts to the other side before? And yesterday you even told me to expedite their delivery! Why are you asking how many astronauts we have available now? Is this some kind of interrogation? "Hmm?" Fox chimed in from the other end, Hutchings immediately answered honestly, "0. We don't have any active astronauts in the country right now." Fox then asked, "Is there any other way?"
Fox slowly crossed his hands, his fingers clenched tightly together from an angle out of the camera's view.
As he looked at the others on the conference screen, a bold idea suddenly formed in his mind.
Fox paid no attention to the rest of the meeting, and his secretary tried several times to subtly remind him to pay attention, but he ignored her.
The extensive materials I had meticulously prepared to join the Mutual Aid Society were also rendered useless.
However, this is harmless.
Joining the Mutual Aid Society was easier than they had imagined.
After the establishment of the Mutual Aid Society Tenth Branch, participating countries can be admitted as member states if they wish.
After the branch was officially established, the discussion turned to entering the core of the moon and eliminating the Swarm.
Fox listened attentively to this part of the plan.
In summary, the Mutual Aid Society headquarters and Ding Hongbo's team provided manpower, resources, and equipment, and in one fell swoop, they rushed into the deep cave. After making contact with the Moon AI, they used electromagnetic pulse bombs to eliminate the Swarm.
If this operation fails, there is a backup plan: to use Spacetime Tunnel to forcibly relocate the Swarm.
Of course, both plans have a problem: human-made aircraft cannot outrun a swarm of Swarm.
Therefore, both plans require a fairly high level of skill to successfully capture the Swarm in an unfamiliar environment.
Upon hearing the plan, Fox lowered his head, but a glint seemed to flash in his eyes.
Fox waited impatiently for the meeting to end, and for the first time, he felt that time had passed so slowly!
"Sir? Are you feeling unwell?" the secretary asked gently.
"No, Lucy... I'm fine, I was just thinking about something else."
"Other things?"
"Yes, it was risky... but it was totally worth it!"
Fox got up and walked to the window. Looking at the huge moon and the sun together in the same frame, he realized that it was almost dawn.
"Get Chief Hutchings on the phone immediately, I need him."
"Okay, okay!"
Soon, the secretary woke Director Hutchings up via a private phone and then handed the receiver to Fox.
" Hutchings, how many astronauts do we have available now?"
"Uh... 40 people?"
"No, I'm asking about those that can be used now, not those sent to the other side."
Hutchings, sitting up in bed, was completely dazed, wondering if he had somehow offended this guy.
Didn't you tell me to send all the astronauts to the other side?
And you even asked me to send the person over there urgently yesterday!
Why are you asking now how many astronauts we have available?
Is this a prelude to demanding an explanation?
"Um?"
Fox chimed in from the other end, and Hutchings immediately replied honestly, "0. We don't have any active astronauts in the country right now."
Fox then asked, "Are there any other options?"
"I want to restart the moon landing mission."
Hutchings:???
"Hey, Attorney Tom? What do you think of my case? NASA has persecuted and harassed me for eleven years. They illegally fired me and shifted all the blame onto me, causing significant damage to my reputation and family..."
"Mr. Brian, our law firm is closed right now, and so is the courthouse. Please wait. No matter which law firm you contact, they won't be taking your case. We're all in Colorado right now."
Inside the rented room.
Brian put down the phone again, pursed his lips, and turned on his phone, ready to find the next law firm's number to call.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
Brian stopped immediately, listening intently until he heard "Mr. Brian," at which point he realized the person outside wasn't the landlord who always pressured him to pay rent.
That old man wasn't that polite.
But if it wasn't that old man, then who could it be outside?
With his son still in prison, the old landlord was the only person who might come to see him normally.
Filled with doubt, Brian arrived at his front door and peeked through the peephole. There were three burly men wearing shirts, and their demeanor was not that of ordinary people.
"Who are you? What do you want?" Brian opened the door with a creak.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Brian!"
The man in the middle of the three men outside flashed two rows of bright white teeth and naturally took a step forward, as if he wanted to get closer to Brian to talk, but his hand unconsciously blocked the door.
"My name is James. Actually, we're here today to introduce you to a job."
"Work?"
Brian was even more confused. He initially thought it was someone from the law firm coming to see him, but it turned out they were here to offer him a job.
And who would be so kind?
Could it be that he needs to attend another space lecture to fill in the gaps?
James smiled. "Sir, we just want to help you pay off your recently overdue rent."
"Rent?" Brian immediately became wary. Were these three old men hired by the old man to deal with him?!
He immediately tried to close the door, but only now did he realize that the door was firmly blocked by the man named James. He exerted all his strength, but he couldn't budge the man in front of him.
He's no ordinary person!
Brian turned to run back to his room to get his weapon, but immediately heard a whoosh behind him.
James pulled out a stack of bills and clapped his hands.
"Sir, I have good news for you."
That means all your rent has been paid.
Brian stopped and looked at him strangely.
James continued, "But there's also bad news: you paid all that rent with a loan."
Brian looked puzzled. "What are you talking about?"
Where did he ever take out a loan?
Let alone taking out a loan to pay the rent, even if the landlord is pressing him for it, he wouldn't do something so foolish, okay?
But James immediately came into the room and handed over the stack of bills in his hand.
Brian, like a rat, discovered that these bills were actually genuine, bearing his own signature and fingerprints...
At least, it looks completely real.
And it must have a record in the bank.
In other words, he probably "really" owed this money.
Brian felt a chill run down his spine. He took two steps back and looked at James with some panic. "Who exactly are you people?"
James smiled calmly and sat down in the chair next to him.
"The FBI, and also the people who came to introduce you to a job."
Brian's heart was in his throat, but he also silently breathed a sigh of relief. At least it wasn't the mob. If it really was the FBI, they probably wouldn't just shoot him randomly, right?
He just wants to sue NASA; surely Hutchings doesn't have that kind of influence? And surely Fowler wouldn't be so heartless?
I even saved her back then...
Brian was completely thrown into turmoil.
James poured two glasses of water from the table next to him, one for himself and the other pushed towards Brian, indicating that he should drink some first.
"Actually, we're just here to introduce you to a job. You don't need to be nervous; I guarantee that job will be perfect for you."
"So what kind of job are you going to introduce me to?" Brian sat opposite James, obediently picking up the glass of water and drinking it.
James laughed and said, "We'd like to invite you back to continue serving NASA; they have a mission that needs you right now."
"Please don't rush to refuse!" James raised his hand, and as if by magic, produced another document from somewhere.
"These are your son Sonny's criminal records, and his current status."
Brian took the document heavily; it was a lawsuit. Someone had suddenly appeared and was suing his son, claiming that his son had caused a hit-and-run accident, resulting in serious injury to the other party, and so on...
Brian wasn't in the mood to watch any longer; he already understood the FBI's tactics.
This thing, just like his bank loan statement, is completely fake.
only...
He had no choice but to accept these bills, including the lawsuit before him.
Because they are no different from the real thing.
He can't even beat NASA, how could he possibly beat the FBI?
"Okay, you win."
Brian wisely surrendered.
Otherwise, his son would probably have a hard time in prison.
His only weakness now is his son.
"A wise choice. On behalf of NASA, I welcome you back. Sonny will see you again after you complete this mission."
James laughed, pulled out a lighter, and burned the bills and documents in his hand right in front of Brian.
Brian's expression twitched, and he reached out to stop him.
But it was too late.
Pfft!
Suddenly, a large amount of water sprayed from the ceiling above their heads, turning the two of them into drowned rats in the blink of an eye. The documents and bills, which were less than half burned, were awkwardly held in James's hands.
"... Your fire sprinklers are quite sensitive, aren't they?"
"Yeah." Brian wiped the water off his face.
On the other side.
Even though Houseman was posting online as usual, he had a rare visitor at home.
"You've come to ask me about the artificiality of the moon?!"
When he heard the purpose of their visit, Houseman was both surprised and delighted, and almost jumped for joy.
He quickly pulled the group into the house, led them to the computer, shooed the cat off the chair, and excitedly turned on the computer, beginning to explain his theories using the self-made materials on it.
The FBI agents had never seen anyone so enthusiastic towards them before. They exchanged glances, listened silently, and simultaneously activated the miniature cameras hidden on their bodies to record the entire process.
After Houseman finished speaking, still seemingly wanting to say more, he continued...
The FBI agent then revealed his true colors.
Actually, we came here today to introduce you to a job opportunity.
"Work?"
"Yes, we've already made arrangements for your mother in advance; she's currently in a wonderful nursing home."
"So what kind of job is it?" Houseman asked, puzzled. What kind of job was so impressive that it even helped him settle his mother's affairs first?
The FBI agent immediately replied, "NASA has a mission that requires your skills and knowledge."
"N... NASA needs me?!"
Houseman's small eyes widened immediately, utterly incredulous, as if a pie had fallen from the sky; he was overjoyed.
The FBI agent was somewhat taken aback by his sudden elation. "Uh... well, we're talking about NASA, they need you now."
Are you willing to take this job?
"I'd love to, of course I'd love to! Bro, is it that I need to clean the toilets at NASA?"
Houseman grabbed the agent's hand, his expression extremely eager.
"Of course not, what are you thinking?!"
"You'll be carrying out a space mission when you get there!"
"Aerospace?!"
"Then wouldn't that mean I'd have a chance to go to space?!"
Houseman gripped the agent tighter, as if he were about to pounce on him, his thick lips almost right in front of the agent's eyes.
The detective shuddered:
"Hmm, I think so..."
"Can I call my mother?"
"Leave a message, but it might not be convenient right now."
As the detective spoke, he took out a tape recorder and handed it over.
Houseman didn't seem to mind at all, and took it, immediately saying, "Mom! I'm going to be an astronaut!"
NASA
"So you guys are my teammates?" Brian looked at the two people in front of him.
One was Fowler, her former teammate, and the one who had saved her life.
One of them was a very fat man; I felt like I'd seen him somewhere before.
Houseman smiled sheepishly, completely oblivious to the fact that he was being disliked.
Fowler, who had changed her clothes, looked much more capable. She nodded. "If nothing unexpected happens, we'll be your teammates."
"This is Houseman, an expert in lunar research... or so I would say."
"The moon? Research?" Brian looked at the big fat man in front of him and finally remembered this charlatan.
This guy had previously impersonated me and preached the idea that the moon was man-made in front of a group of children, claiming that the moon was a giant man-made structure.
Just as Brian was about to question the matter, Fowler gestured for him to shut up.
"Next, I will explain the ins and outs of this mission to you. I hope you will listen carefully and not tell anyone else."
"Okay, I'm listening."
Brian shut his mouth and sat down to the side.
Houseman nodded several times, his mouth slightly open, and sat down next to Brian, even giving him a smile.
"First," Fowler stood in front of the two men, holding up one finger, "Our mission objective is to reach the moon aboard a rocket and the European Space Agency's STC-62 Lunar Lander."
Houseman couldn't control himself and let out excited cries like a gorilla until Fowler and Brian stared at him with astonishment, at which point he slowly and awkwardly stopped.
"Secondly, after we arrive on the moon, we need to enter the lunar deep caves, find the alien weapon that appeared in the live broadcast, and then actively destroy it."
This time it was Brian's turn to be puzzled.
Why are we still doing this?
"Hasn't the Mutual Aid Society already been doing these things?"
(End of this chapter)