"Mr. Campbell."
Ralph, who had been waiting eagerly at the gate, approached and bowed respectfully.
"Mr. Ralph, you seem to have a lot on your mind."
As Campbell spoke, he walked inside.
Following behind him, Ralph suppressed a belly full of words he hesitated to utter.
He had many questions to ask.
But the gate was not a good place for conversation. If he couldn't wait and started asking here, it would be a very impolite act.
The surna Campbell belonged to an ancient noble lineage in Europe, tracing back hundreds of years among the old European elite, they valued etiquette greatly.
After ten minutes, the Curtis brothers and Campbell sat down on the sofas in the study.
Servants brought in fine British tea, and Jeff waved his hand for them to leave.
Once the door closed, Ralph could no longer contain himself; the composed expression on his face suddenly collapsed.
"Mr. Campbell, why has it co to this? Didn't you promise that once you intervened, my son would be able to return alive?"
Campbell held the teacup elegantly, savoring the tea, his cane resting by the sofa, the platinum badge featuring Satan's head on it glaringly red in the eyes.
He glanced at Ralph, whose face was full of sorrow and even a hint of resentnt, revealed a sneer around his lips, then placed the teacup on the table and said, "Ralph, we haven't seen each other for more than three years. Since you beca a Congressman, you haven't visited my estate once. Now that you are in trouble, you run to us in desperation for help. We couldn't allocate our best resources to you; we could only dispatch three nearby assault squads. For this matter, we have even utilized our connections in Ba Country."
"As a consequence, our n are all dead, my resources wasted. Could this not be due to your haste? Shouldn't you reflect on yourself? Now, for your problems, I have specifically flown from DC, co to your door to talk in person. Upon seeing each other after three years, you didn't ask about an old friend, but imdiately express concern for your son. Is this the way to treat guests? Or the way to conduct relations? Am I so unworthy in your eyes that I do not even deserve a cheap greeting?"
"You only rember when you need sothing. I'm sure you haven't forgotten how we helped you get elected as Congressman. And what have I gotten in return? For three years, not once have your footsteps crossed my estate, not a single call. Three years later, your brother cos to saying your son is in trouble, wanting my help. Oh, my friend, my aid is not so cheap. What I want is respect, and what you have given is neglect, which has deeply saddened ."
He spoke calmly and gently, his voice more pleasant than that of a male baritone announcer on the radio, making one feel as if basking in the spring breeze.
However, sitting opposite him, Ralph was sweating profusely.
He was well aware of the status of the man sitting opposite him.
After winning a seat in Congress three years ago, indeed, he had not visited again; it was his brother Jeff who maintained contact with the Elder Council.
In this regard, he was indeed wanting in etiquette.
"Mr. Campbell... I'm truly sorry, but I was desperate. I offer my sincere apologies to you for my actions over the past three years. I only have that one son, and now he's gone. I am not blaming you, nor do I have any complaints against the Elder Council. I only seek justice, that's all I ask for..."
Campbell remained still in the sofa, without any imdiate reaction.
After a mont of contemplation, he picked up the teacup again, sipped the tea gently twice, then stretched out his right hand.
"Ralph, my friend, if you truly apologize, I accept it. Now show your sincerity, kiss our badge and swear that you shall not repeat such a mistake. As for justice, rest assured, we will give you justice."
Upon hearing this, Ralph imdiately stood up, walked over to Campbell, knelt on one knee, then held Campbell's hand and gently kissed the ring bearing the Elder Council's Satanic emblem on his middle finger.
"I offer my sincerest apologies for my past negligence and swear my everlasting loyalty to the Elder Council."
He whispered to himself in a submissive manner.
Campbell finally revealed a satisfied smile.
"Your son is not coming back, that's a fact we can't change. So, Ralph, what would you like us to do for you?"
"Revenge!" The rage in Ralph's eyes flared: "I want those who should be responsible for my son's death to go down and apologize to him!"
Campbell nodded slightly: "Miles, who ordered your son's death, will pay the price. As for those who carried out the orders, do you want them dead?"
"Yes! Especially that man from China. I have information that he played a key role. Without him, my son wouldn't have died!"
"Your request is not excessive," Campbell declared. "We are already investigating his background. He is not an ordinary rcenary. We sent out three special operation squads, and not one returned. An ordinary Special Soldier couldn't achieve this."
Ralph stated: "I just want him dead!"
Campbell, looking at Ralph who was blinded by hatred, showed a look of disdain: "We will arrange an appropriate way to send him to Hell, but the thod and approach will be determined by us. Since we have agreed, we will act."
Having said that, he took another sip of tea, stood up, and said, "Well, it seems we have reached a consensus today. I should be going."
Seeing Campbell about to leave, Ralph and Jeff quickly got up and escorted him to the gate.
After a brief farewell, Campbell got back into the luxurious Lincoln sedan.
The car moved away from the driveway and headed towards the estate's main gate.
Campbell's phone vibrated.
He took it out, glanced at the number, and pressed the call button.
"Did you find anything?"
"This Song Heping from China has very complex relationships, with close ties to the US troops in Iraq, the US Army, and the ISA. More importantly, we found out that he has cooperated with CIA's Secret Action Departnt."
"Are you talking about Kelly's Secret Action Departnt?"
"Correct. The unrest and pacification in xico over the past year have been linked to Song, and he has a Special Warfare School in Venezuela with very close connections to the Venezuelan military."
"That complicated?!"
Campbell was sowhat surprised.
He had thought that Song Heping might just be a retired soldier, which is why he entered the PMC industry.
Eliminating such a person didn't raise too many concerns.
He just investigated the background as a precaution.
But upon investigation, so many things turned up.
"Not just these, our insider in Russia revealed that he also has connections with Russia's most popular 'chef' in the political sphere."
"Yevgeny?"
"Yes, Mr. Campbell."
The person on the phone continued: "What's even more important is that when we investigated his military background, we found that he had served in the Chinese military. However, it's strange that we can't obtain any details about what specific training he underwent, and all the information we have obtained indicates that this man was stationed at a breeding facility throughout his service as a non-commissioned officer, leaving active duty due to family reasons."
"A breeding facility?! A farr?"
"No, Mr. Campbell, it shows he was a pig breeder."
"A pig breeder? Oh! God! Are you joking with ? You an to tell that three of our Special Forces squads fell at the hands of a pig farr from the Chinese military?"
Even a seasoned individual like Campbell couldn't keep his composure at this mont.
If this were true, what would be the necessity of the "Satan" secret military organization's existence?
Seeing his silence, the person on the phone continued to report: "There's also so other odd information; we found that during his ti in Illiguo, he had contacts with intelligence agencies from Persia..."
"What?!"
Waves of shock and disbelief were churning inside Campbell.
"Are you sure your information is reliable?"
"It should be reliable."
"I don't need 'should be reliable', I need 'absolutely reliable'!"
"The channels of the intelligence departnt have always been trustworthy."
"Alright..."
Campbell couldn't stop picturing Song Heping in his mind.
"Does the intelligence departnt have any suggestions?"
"I suggest you could et with Kelly first; she's probably going to be very interested in your plan."
"Kelly? Alright, arrange it, I'll et her tonight. Set up a place."
"OK, I'll make the arrangents, Mr. Campbell."
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