As Mr. Wickliffe was arranging the next few matters, someone knocked on the door of the ward.
Both of them were stunned. If it was a doctor, he would have pushed the door open and come in after knocking twice. They didn't care about the privacy of the patient.
There was a layer of frosted glass on the door and the person outside wasn't wearing a white doctor's uniform.
When the warden walked towards the door, it was already pushed open. Three people who looked like they belonged to the Federation government came in.
The person walking in front took out his ID. "The Federation Investigation Bureau …" His gaze scanned the room and quickly fell on Mr. Wickliffe.
The butler stood between them and Mr. Wickliffe. "I'm sorry, Mr. Wickliffe isn't feeling well. It's not suitable for him to see you now …"
The Federation Investigation Bureau agent smiled. "I suspect that there's a problem with your immigration procedures. If you don't cooperate with the investigation, according to the regulations, you'll be deported before 24pm tonight …"
They would most likely be transported to the international port and left there to wait for the first departing passenger ship to leave the Federation at dawn.
Just one sentence was enough to make them unable to refuse.
Mr. Wickliffe coughed twice to attract everyone's attention. He looked at the butler. "It's fine, I believe they won't take up too much of my time …" He looked at the three people. "Am I right?"
The leading agent smiled and walked in.
He looked around and even picked up the medical report on Mr. Wickliffe's bedside table and flipped through it in front of him.
The butler was about to say something but was stopped by Mr. Wickliffe.
He knew that without a search warrant, these people could only stand there and ask questions. They didn't have the right to look through anything in the room. This was the Federation's judicial process.
If they missed a little, they wouldn't miss anything. However, Mr. Wickliffe wasn't sure of the purpose of these people's visit. In someone else's territory, after showing a strong stance, the appropriate compromise would allow both sides to have room for negotiation.
"Looks like you're really not feeling well …" The agent smiled and threw the report back on the bedside table.
He turned to face Mr. Wycliffe. "Not long ago, a group of people attacked one of our stations, causing four deaths and fifteen injuries. It was a terrible result."
"These people thought they could escape, but in the end, they were still captured. They are still alive!"
The agent gave a very sensitive keyword.
Capturing them alive meant that they could speak. Mr. Wycliff frowned. He pressed a hand to his chest, and the palpitation erupted again. He closed his eyes and lowered his head.
After three or four seconds, he heaved a sigh of relief and raised his head again.
He looked at his butler and said, "I need some water."
Two seconds later, the butler looked at the people in the room and turned to walk towards the door of the ward. "As you wish, sir."
Seeing the butler leave, the agent continued. "One of the leaders gave us an interesting name when he confessed. Your name, Mr. Wickliffe."
Mr. Wycliff shook his head. He leaned against the bed, and when he raised his head, he gave off a … very sharp feeling.
It was hard to describe. It was like an old alpha wolf looking at you.
You could feel how tough he used to be, but now, he was just an old man with a serious heart condition.
"There is more than one person named Wycliff in the world, and he has no direct evidence to accuse me. I have been framed."
The old man's retort was not that strong.
He did not jump up like a cat whose tail was stepped on, showing a look that said, "Let me see how powerful you are."
It was plain, but it was powerful.
The agent smiled and looked around. His gaze finally returned to Mr. Wickliffe. "So I'm just here to take a look. If we have direct evidence, the people here are soldiers."
He changed the topic. "If you have seen Mr. President's speech, you should understand that the dignity of the Federation is not to be challenged. Whether you are the mastermind of the terrorist attack or not, we want you to understand our determination.
"Whether you are a person, an organization, or a country, as long as you cross the red line, there will be a bullet from the Federation in your head!"
Wickliffe looked at him first. "Is this a threat?"
"This is a kind reminder, and also a warning!"
The agent paused for a moment. "We will ask you to cooperate with our investigation at any time. Don't leave this city for the time being, and when we need to find you, you must be found by our people.
"Okay, that's all I have to say. I'm sorry to disturb your rest, Mr. Wickliffe. Good night!"
The three of them quickly left the room and happened to meet the butler who brought the water back.
The butler took the initiative to move aside. He looked back at the three of them and returned to the room.
"Sir, do we need to leave?"
Mr. Wickliffe shook his head and took a sip of water. "If we leave now, it will be troublesome. Besides, my body can't support me leaving this place in a short period of time."
"They won't do anything to me. Someone will speak for me."
At this time, with hundreds of millions of debt, he became the most important person in the eyes of others.
Anyone could be in trouble, but not him!
The three people at the door came to the parking lot. When they got into the car, the leader casually threw the Federation Investigation Bureau ID he just showed into the toolbox on the passenger seat.
Other than the ID, there were various other documents and a gun.
The car quickly started and merged into the traffic.
The person sitting in the passenger seat suddenly asked, "I don't understand why we have to remind him."
The driver didn't hide it. They were all part of the Safety Committee, and there were many factions in the Safety Committee.
For example, the First Party, these people were passed down from generation to generation after the Safety Committee was first established. They didn't lean towards any political position and maintained absolute neutrality.
Although they weren't the most powerful in the Safety Committee, they were the most powerful.
Then there were the Governing Party, the Conservative Party, and the Progressive Party. They all had their own people in the Safety Committee.
Just like the current Mr. President, he represented the Progressive Party to send some people to important positions in the Safety Committee.
After the President left office, many of the offices in the Safety Committee belonged to the President, who was also part of the Governing Party.
It was impossible for the new President to comb through the entire Safety Committee when he took office, right?
Then, except for some important positions that would be replaced, the other people who were placed in by the previous President would be marginalized.
They would be the ones doing the dirty work, and then wait for the next candidate of their political position to take office, and then get some opportunities again.
The three people in the car belonged to the Progressive Party, which could also be said to be part of the Governing Party. After all, the President was part of the Progressive Party.
"Now is not the time. He can't use his full value yet. This may be another transaction that has nothing to do with us."
"We just need to do what we need to do, and try not to interfere with the rest …"
This job was arranged by an operations director, and this operations director had a very good relationship with Mr. Trumann. He suspected that there was more to this.
But as an executive, he didn't need to know that much.
In fact … he guessed right.
From the moment Mr. Wycliff entered the country to the moment Scarface confessed, he had already been targeted.
When it came to how to deal with this person, Mr. Trumann's suggestion was to put it aside for now.
He didn't have much value now. He was just an international speculator, and there might be a little shadow of a violent group behind him, but that was all he had.
Getting rid of him now wouldn't have much meaning or effect. So, while reminding the other party to bring psychological pressure to him, he could be a time bomb that could be activated at any time, which was very much in line with Mr. Trumann's view.
When the Federation needed to do something, and it wasn't easy to open up the situation, there was no more effective way than finding and capturing the mastermind of the terrorist attack and interrogating him for extremely important inside information.
Whoever was said to be a bad person was a bad person, and even if they weren't a bad person, they were still a bad person!
Soon, these people reported back, and then the news was sent to Mr. Trumann. He just glanced at it and burned the note.
This line could be considered pressed down for the time being.
He liked this feeling more and more, and it even seemed to have stimulated his hobby of collecting!
Every useful and valuable item was neatly stacked in a place that he thought was suitable.
When he needed something, he could calmly pick out a suitable item from these items and throw it out, then solve all the problems!
A few days later, after a consultation with a specialist, Mr. Wycliff came to a very pessimistic conclusion.
He could die at any time now. His heart was "aging" at a very fast speed, and it was losing its vitality. He could only live by maintaining the high medical and maintenance fees.
No one wanted to die, and Mr. Wycliff was the same. He didn't want to die either.
Actively collecting money could only allow him to live in a relatively safe environment for a longer time. The doctor advised him to use drugs to maintain his current condition.
Once the medicine was no longer effective, it would be time for the surgery to be performed.
The doctor also told him that if he had to wait until the surgery, he had to find a suitable heart and be ready for the transplant at any time.
In other words, he had to put someone else's heart into his chest!
At that time, he asked the doctor about the success rate of such a surgery. The doctor told him that the success rate for monkeys, rats and pigs was about 20%, but for a human … there was no precedent.
Mr. Wycliff might be the first patient in the world to undergo a heart transplant!
But this was definitely not good news!