crisis management game.

Chapter 884: Past Events (asking for monthly ticket)

Old Hermann was slightly stunned. Mrs. Sahana was so straightforward. He was secretly amazed in his heart, and at the same time, he understood many things in an instant.

Since it has been confirmed that the mysterious organization my father was involved in back then was Unit 7472, then Mrs. Sahana, whom he repeatedly mentioned, must have been involved as well.

I just didn't expect that the two of them had done such a thorough job of keeping the secret.

Over the years, old Hermann had received a lot of secret help from Mrs. Sahana, but whenever he wanted to visit her to express his gratitude, she always refused, leaving him at a loss as to what to do.

But old Hermann always remembered what his father said:

If one day, Mrs. Sahana takes the initiative to approach them, no matter what the matter is, they must put down everything at hand and accept it without hesitation.

So, when he received a call from Mrs. Sahana's secretary tonight, he took the children and rushed here overnight on a special plane.

Not only to repay the favor, but also to follow the family wishes left by his father.

"That's right..."

As soon as old Hermann opened his mouth, he felt his youngest son gently touch his knee, as if to remind him not to rush to admit it, so as not to fall into a trap.

Although Mrs. Sahana was seriously ill, she had lived for so many years after all. Naturally, she saw the concerns in the two people's hearts at a glance and smiled softly.

"Don't worry. I have someone specially prepare this room. All our conversations will not be leaked."

There was a hint of fatigue in her smile, but also a gentleness that made people feel reassured.

"I think you have guessed it. Yes, your father and I belong to the same organization, which is the mysterious force that shocked the world last year: Unit 7472. Your father and I really started to get in touch during the deadly smog in 1952..."

As Madam Sahana slowly opened her mouth, a long-forgotten past came flooding back like a tide.

Both father and son held their breath and listened attentively.

It turned out that when she was dealing with the smog incident, in order to gain the trust of the British military as soon as possible, she took the initiative to expose the explosion at the BASF factory.

Although there were more than one person who saved the crisis, and she did not name any names, such a sensational accident would sooner or later be blamed on Hermann if the British military wanted to investigate.

So, Sahana took the initiative to contact Hermann, who had just established the HELG Chemical Company in Hans, through the black market.

Hermann Hausen was slightly moved.

It was 1952, when he was just six years old.

In my memory, my father was busy working with his former colleague Uncle Franz in the chemical defense force all day long. Although the company was growing day by day, he was often depressed alone.

Until one day, my father seemed to have suddenly found the direction of his life, and he became full of motivation.

It was also from that moment that his father began to secretly build up the family's power and told him a lot about the dangers he would face in the future. This led to the current "Hermann Family".

It turns out that all these changes;

It was all because of that phone call from Madam Sahana.

But old Hermann was still a little puzzled:

"Madam, if my father knew my identity from that time, why did he never mention Unit 7472 after so many years? And even before his death, he was still asking me to prepare for the future..."

"I didn't want him to get into trouble, so I didn't tell him the name of the organization. In fact, even I rarely had any contact with the organization..."

Lift 7472.

A complex expression flashed across Sahana's face, including reminiscence, emotion, and a hint of unspeakable worry.

“Although I have never been able to establish formal contact with it, I have been secretly preparing for it over the years;

It was not until the Romanian International Summit last year that I finally got to know something about it. I guess you and your son also came into contact with it at that time..."

Hermann and his son looked at each other and secretly marveled at Sahana's well-informed information.

"Yes, Grandma Sahana, 7472 is a mysterious emerging force that suddenly emerged from the Diamond Star Cruise incident in Japan two years ago. But in fact, it has already been revealed in the Ethiopian airport shooting;

Considering my grandfather's last wish, I did a lot of research on it, and finally decided to try to take the initiative to contact members of the 7472 organization during the International Anti-Terrorism Summit. As a result, they actually took out my grandfather's organizational identity information! "

Hear this sentence.

A long-lost light suddenly flashed in Sahana's eyes, but it soon dimmed, as if... filled with regret.

She paused, trying to adjust her breathing:

"7472 was established in 1918, during the two world wars. The situation at that time was far more complicated than it is now. In order to protect the safety of members and to ensure the smooth execution of the mission, I think the organization has always adopted an extremely secret single-line communication method;

Your grandfather and I are just chess pieces in this huge chess game. We only know the tasks we have to complete, but we know very little about the overall picture of the organization.

Over the years, in order to avoid investigations by intelligence agencies of various countries, Herman and I have been secretly planning and preparing, and have tried to contact the organization again and again, but to no avail..."

Only then did Hermann and his son know about it.

It turns out that ever since the smog incident ended, Mrs. Sahana has had a deep-rooted obsession in her heart:

It is necessary to accumulate chips to increase the chances of winning in the future confrontation between 7472 and Bakken and THEO organizations.

To this end, she even went so far as to meet with Prime Minister Churchill in person and ask the military to completely block all information about Unit 7472 to reduce exposure and prevent being targeted by THEO.

You can make a thousand plans.

She was attacked in April 1968 on her way to the United States to attend a mysterious sphere research exchange meeting.

At that time, the security force arranged for her by the British and American militaries was top-notch, but she did not expect that the enemy would be so rampant and set up an ambush in advance.

The convoy had just reached halfway when a group of fully armed men in black suddenly emerged from all directions. Although Mrs. Sahana hid in a bulletproof car, the enemy had endless means and used a special poison gas bomb to quickly break through the defense line.

"After I was knocked unconscious by the enemy, I disappeared for a whole day..."

"disappear?"

Hermann was a little surprised.

"That's right. When I opened my eyes again, I was on the roadside outside New York, USA. Judging from the time, I had been missing for a whole day, but I had no memory of what happened during that time..."

Mrs. Sahana's voice was trembling.

"After examination, it was found that not only was there some desflurane anesthetic left in my body, but I also had many pinhole scars on my body, especially at the junction of the back of my head and the neck..."

"The back of the head?"

Little Herman frowned, as if he had thought of something. After hesitating for a moment, he still said:

"Grandma Sahana, I received a message from a member of 7472, saying that THEO has a technology that can extract memory information from the human brain. Is it possible..."

"You're right, I thought of that at the time!"

Sahana took a deep breath, her condition seemed to be getting worse, but she still managed to hold it in and said slowly:

“This was originally an invention of Professor Chris, but Bakken of Volut, his student Bayram, and later experts in the brain field of Xiaguo also mastered the relevant technology;

After this attack, I realized how terrifying the enemy was, and it also made me panic. I was afraid that the secrets in my mind had been known by the enemy, so I remained silent for a long time and began to secretly look for traces of the organization..."

Until this moment.

Only then did old Hermann truly understand the regretful look in Mrs. Sahana's eyes that he had just seen.

turn out to be;

She has been searching for the trace of 7472 all her life, even wasting all her time on it.

But until now, she hasn't been able to really find the organization.

This scene is very much like my father back then, full of regrets...

Think of this.

Old Hermann clenched his fist subconsciously, his eyes firm:

"Mrs. Sahana, thank you for sharing this information with us. The Herman family is willing to do anything for you in the future. This is not only to repay your help to us, but also my father's last wish!"

“Thank you, children!”

Sahana sighed heavily and looked out the window at the dark night sky, as if she could see the coming storm, "But I don't have much time..."

"Ma'am, you will be fine. I know a few people..."

"No need, kid. My body has been severely damaged by radiation from all these years of research on the mysterious sphere. The cancer cells have already spread throughout my body. No expert can help me..."

Facing death, Sahana was not afraid but felt a sense of relief.

As she spoke, she used all her strength to take out an exquisite wooden box from under the pillow.

Old Hermann took it solemnly.

It opened at the suggestion of Madam Sahana's gaze, and inside was what seemed to be a piece of sophisticated electronic equipment emitting a strange metallic blue light.

"This is all the information and resources I have collected over the years. It contains the core information about Volut and THEO, their personnel structure, operations, and key technologies. I hope you can help me hand it over to 7472. The backstage key is the time when I first spoke to your father..."

Old Hermann carefully followed Sahana's instructions, turned on the device background, and re-entered his fingerprint and pupil recognition.

"Don't worry, ma'am, I will definitely deliver it safely."

Sahana nodded, coughed twice, and continued to speak earnestly:

"Ahem... Kid, you have to continue your investigation into Volut. Your previous actions should have attracted their attention. You must be more careful in the future. I have already assigned someone to assist you."

"I understand. I won't let you down."

Hermann solemnly agreed again. He could feel that the time of this centenarian in front of him seemed to be running out.

"it is good……"

Sahana smiled with relief, but her eyes gradually became blurred, as if she was lost in distant memories: "Can you tell me more about 7472..."

"Okay grandma."

Little Herman knew that this was her last obsession, so he began to tell everything he knew.

From contacting Jiang Na and Wang Xueming at the Romanian International Counter-Terrorism Summit, to assisting Amin and Weidi, and receiving strategic resources, including the information page of his grandfather Herman, etc.

Sahana followed his description, as if she vaguely saw the information that she had officially contacted the organization, and her mood seemed to be much better.

But the next second, she found that it didn't seem to be an illusion.

"Instrument..."

Sahana used up almost all her strength, raised her hand which was full of various wires and tubes, and pointed at the life monitoring equipment beside her.

A string of codes suddenly appeared on the screen that was originally used to display her vital signs.

These codes flashed so quickly that it was dazzling, and finally became pitch black, like the deep universe. A blue earth grew from small to large, and then a line of text slowly emerged from the bottom.

CODE:7472!

Mission Duty originated in 1918!

Sahana's voice trembled.

"This, this is..."

"It's the information of 7472!!"

The pupils of Hermann and his son shrank suddenly.

This scene was exactly the same as the live broadcast footage from last year's International Counter-Terrorism Summit, but it was also the first time they saw it with their own eyes.

Looking at the lines of white text appearing on the screen.

The above is the latest intelligence information about THEO and Volut Company, as well as the next tasks for all members of 7472.

Mrs. Sahana's eyes turned red, tears welled up in her eyes. She used up her last bit of strength and whispered, "Is it you? I have been looking for you for so long, finally, finally..."

Her voice became lower and lower, and her breath became weaker and weaker.

Old Hermann got up hastily and looked at her with great concern.

Suddenly, Sahana opened her eyes wide as if she had a last breath, and tightly grasped old Herman's hand: "Xi, I hope you must stop them..."

The words fell.

Her hands drooped weakly and her eyes slowly closed. She looked exceptionally peaceful, as if she had fulfilled a long-unfulfilled wish.

The ward suddenly became quiet, with only the faint dripping sound from the instruments.

Hermann and his son stood there in a daze, an indescribable feeling lingering in their hearts.

After a long time, old Hermann took a deep breath and looked at his youngest son:

"Child, we must complete Grandma Sahana's request."

“I know father, this is not only for Madam Sahana, but also for Grandpa!”

Little Hermann nodded vigorously.

After saying that, the two left the ward with heavy hearts.

The moment the door was opened, the secretary standing by the door, the bald old man, and the British Secretary of Defense, Hoth, and Bryan's descendants who came to visit in the corridor, all focused their eyes on Hermann and his son like spotlights.

Although the two have not spoken yet.

But seeing the heavy expressions on the father and son's faces, the group already knew the answer.

The old man's body shook, his eyes widened, and he fainted as if he had been struck by lightning.

The secretary's eyes were red and he rushed into the ward.

The others also closed their eyes slightly, as if in silence.

Old Hermann walked out of the hospital with the child.

At this moment, the night in London is still dark, and the cold wind whistles past, as if mourning the departure of Mrs. Sahana. (End of this chapter)