In a bedroom on the second floor of an ordinary stand-alone building, the eldest prince's substitute sat quietly by the bed. On the two sofas by the window sat the special agents from the Federation's Safety Committee. They were "guiding" the eldest prince to understand the current situation.
From the results of their investigation over the past two days, this person was undoubtedly the eldest prince. Whether it was his teacher, classmates, or even neighbors, they were all very sure that this person was the eldest prince.
They thought that this would be a more troublesome process of capturing … No, capturing seemed a bit inconsiderate and unreasonable. It should be called protection.
In order to prevent some extremist anti-government forces from launching an attack on the eldest prince, the legitimate heir of the Najaril royal family, the Federation government found him, offered him protection, and helped him return to the country to inherit his power.
In this process, it was necessary to make the eldest prince realize that he did not have much choice.
Before the security committee evaluated this operation, they did not think it was too difficult. A person who liked to live in a developed country and received advanced education for a long time should be able to understand the greatness of the Federation. It should not be difficult to convince him.
In fact, this was indeed the case. After the security committee agents found him and had a simple talk with him, he agreed to listen to the Federation's request and was willing to accept the new identity provided by the Federation to become a citizen of the Federation.
In addition, there were some other rewards, such as money, but these were actually the end of the story.
"Just now you said …" A security committee agent flipped through the previous notes. "… you have a double, right?"
As he said, he looked up at the eldest prince. His eyes were a little sharp and a little piercing.
This was what the "eldest prince" told them at night. He said that he had a double hiding in the dark, and this double was arranged by the royal family for him.
According to the "eldest prince's" narrative, his younger brother, the second prince, was secretly very dissatisfied with him and even sent assassins to assassinate him. All this was because of his identity.
As the eldest son of the king, he had the right of inheritance that was most in line with the Najaril culture and tradition. Before he died, no one could deprive him of this right of inheritance.
However, he had always lived abroad, and the second prince had replaced his political position in the country. If the second prince wanted to go further, he had to get rid of the first prince who stood in his way. In order to prevent the second prince from being assassinated, the old king had arranged a substitute for him.
He did not know where the double was, but he felt that this information was very important, so he told the agents of the safety committee.
After confirming this point again, the agent stood up, walked to another room, and dialed the phone on Mr. Trumann's desk.
"Mr. Trumann, according to the first prince, he said that he has a substitute hired by the royal family. We believe that this substitute is a certain danger to our plan. We need a domestic security assessment …"
He did not finish his sentence. Anything that rose to the level of a national security assessment meant that there was a possibility that military action might be needed to eliminate the threat.
Mr. Trumann himself was the commander of the entire operation. At the same time, he had deep connections in the military. A considerable number of military personnel in the safety committee were from the military, so the call was directly made to him.
"I understand, wait for my news …" After hanging up, Mr. Trumann immediately asked the people in the operation command office to begin the risk assessment.
Less than fifteen minutes later, the feedback came back to the Yith.
"If you can capture him alive, try to capture him alive. If you can't, you are allowed to kill him."
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With the Federation's protection, it was very safe. The "eldest prince" walked to the window and looked at the scenery outside with a leisurely smile on his face.
Who would have thought that after learning in the first prince's place for so many years, he would suddenly have the opportunity to be "promoted"?
At first, he was a little afraid, but he soon convinced himself that the Federation's people could find him, which meant that the first prince had not been exposed. In other words, the whole world thought that he was the real first prince!
He had a lot of advantages!
His classmates, teachers, neighbors, and even the letters he personally wrote to the old man and his siblings were all evidence that could prove that he was the real first prince of Najaril!
An ambition that should not have existed in his heart began to change under the catalysis of desire.
He wanted to replace the first prince and become the real first prince, then live a rich life in the Federation in anonymity.
The substitute who lived in the Yith all year round did not like the hierarchy of the country. If he wanted to live in a developed country, he needed to have a lot of conveniences.
Identity and money, now that these things were at his fingertips, he wanted to take a gamble.
For him, the price of impersonating the first prince was nothing more than being discovered, but more likely, he would really replace the first prince.
And if he did not impersonate the first prince, there was a high possibility that he would encounter danger, danger from the Federation, danger from the first prince himself.
So he took this gamble and went all in. Now was the time for him to reap the rewards. As long as he finished the diplomatic procedures with the Federation tomorrow morning, he would be able to leave the port and return to Najaril to begin his "reign".
Then four years later, he would start a new life in the Federation.
Just as he was looking forward to his future, he unexpectedly saw a familiar figure across the street from the window.
Subconsciously, a chill went straight to the top of his head, and a tremor from the bottom of his heart almost made him scream. It was the real first prince!
The first prince also saw his substitute. He wanted to talk to his substitute, but the Federation's protection was too tight, and it was difficult for him to enter directly.
There were Federation agents everywhere, and he could only look from afar.
Just as he was about to express his thoughts through some body language, he saw his substitute pointing at him from behind the window.
In just half a second, he broke into a run, and at the same time, he broke out in cold sweat. This also made him understand that some things could not be undone.
Soon, some Federation agents appeared from the surroundings and chased after him. The "first prince" was also transferred to another place. The "first prince" who was stuffed into a bulletproof car by the Federation agents breathed a sigh of relief. In any case, he was "safe".
This matter was naturally reported to Mr. Trumann, and the feedback he gave was to "send him back to Najaril as soon as possible."
Early the next morning, the "first prince" signed a statement of voluntary departure with the Federation government staff at the Yith Customs and embarked on the journey back home. The real first prince, on the other hand, was still in the midst of being chased and intercepted.
On this day, Lynch came to the Jinhui headquarters to take over the benefits he obtained from the game with Mr. Herbers and tens of millions of dollars of mortgage.
"Mr. Lynch, we meet again!"
Carl, the financial director of Jinhui Bank, led the staff to greet Lynch outside the bank's headquarters. This was enough to show the importance the entire bank placed on Lynch.
Disregarding his power in Najaril and the Joint Development Company, just this mortgage alone brought in millions of dollars of income for the bank.
In a highly commercialized society like the Federation, services were never free. Lynch entrusted the bank to be the evaluation party, so the bank would definitely charge him according to the total amount.
In addition to this part of the income, Lynch once again proved his "value." Banks were like this. They liked to associate with the rich and stay away from the poor. They would show their sincerity and enthusiasm to the rich, but only indifference to the poor.
Even if someone was sick and dying, and urgently needed some money to see a doctor, the bank would not lend them money. They would only watch people die, and then auction off their assets according to the medical expenses that they could not repay.
The bank was the best accomplice of capital, and also the executioner that harvested the wealth and future of ordinary people.
Lynch, who got out of the car, reached out and shook hands with Mr. Carl. Then, the two entered the building under the protection of some staff.
"We've cleared out a conference room to serve you today, Mr. Lynch. This way please …" He led Lynch into a room on the right side of the hall on the first floor.
As soon as he pushed the door open, he saw that there were already some people in the room. These people were examining documents, and these documents were the collateral signed by Mr. Herbers himself.
From jewelry, to real estate, to land, there were many kinds of collateral.
As these things involved too many categories and contents, and were very important, Lynch had to be there today.
The staff first brought some convenient things over. On a red velvet tray were famous watches, jewelry, and gems from all over the world.
These things were not big, but they were worth a lot.
"These are valuable … Mr. Lynch, please take a look. If you don't have any other opinions, please sign your name here …" The staff introduced these things and their value while reminding Lynch to sign.
Lynch casually played with a topaz carved into a lion's head and the size of a child's fist. It was obvious that every owner cherished it very much. There was not even a trace of fingerprints left on it, let alone a stain.
At this time, Mr. Carl, who was sitting next to Lynch, said with a smile, "Mr. Lynch, our headquarters has the most reliable vault and vault service in the Federation and even the world. At the same time, our vault security is also one of the few units approved to carry guns and fire in Buen.
"If you don't plan to deal with these things for the time being, you can rent a vault or a vault here to store these things.
At the same time, we promise that no matter where you are, as long as you need it, we can deliver the things you need to you at the fastest speed … "
The vault service at Jinhui Headquarters was not something that could be opened just because one wanted to. It required sufficient social status and influence, and at the same time, the price was not cheap.
The storage and service fees ranged from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands every year, and it was enough to make many people flinch.
Lynch casually threw the topaz lion's head back onto the red velvet cushion and nodded casually. "I think it's fine!"