<h4>Chapter 910: 910. Investigate IP Address</h4>


    Once handled improperly, it’s very likely topletely sever Jones’s funding chain, making it even more difficult to salvage the situation.


    After thinking it over, Robert Green voiced his thoughts truthfully, "Based on the current situation of Jones, we can only proceed steadily. Let’s stabilize this period first, then, after the stock price of Jones stabilizes, we can start working on other projects."


    In fact, although the Cross-sea Bridge project requires arge initial investment, the returns are quite substantial.


    If we bite the bullet and go through with it, Jones’s crisis would truly be over, but that would be a gamble.


    Jones can’t afford to take that risk now.


    Elly Campbell understood what he meant, thought for a while, and asked, "What if we found someone to coborate on this project with us?"


    "I’ve thought about that too, but with Jones facing difficulties, there are a bunch ofpanies looking to suppress Jones at the opportunity. If apany does want to coborate with us, they’re likely to propose very harsh conditions under these circumstances, which might not be to our advantage."


    Elly nodded her head, then after a long silence, she said, "Let me think about this matter thoroughly. You can go and attend to your work first."


    "Very well, ma’am. I’ll take my leave now."


    After Robert Green left, Elly leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes to rest, and took the time to sort through everything that had happened recently, including the series of events that urred when Adam Jones had an ident in the United States.


    Half an hourter, she opened her eyes and called a number she hadn’t used in a long time.


    Soon, the call was answered, "Elly, the beauty, you finally remembered to call me."


    Elly was silent for half a second before speaking cautiously, "I need you to look up an address for me."


    After briefly exining the situation over the phone, she hung up.


    She rubbed her face firmly with her hands, as if trying to appear more energetic and clear-headed.


    Just as Adam had discovered issues with his father’s death and the co-pilot Jacob rk, Jacob had died, and Adam, preparing to return home, was involved in a serious car ident.


    Adam was conducting his investigation into his father’s death secretly, so why did it seem like someone was watching him closely, observing his every move?


    And who sent that email to the media, revealing Adam’s disappearance and pushing Jones into a crisis?


    Who was this formidable person who could lead everyone by the nose?


    Elly brainstormed for a long time, trying to find a clear train of thought, but she couldn’t make head or tail of it.


    "I hope William Forest can find that IP address."


    Her gaze softened as she looked at the photograph of Adam Jones in the frame before her, and she whispered, "Adam, you must help me."


    At that moment, in a high-end undergroundboratory in Boston, a few men in whiteb coats were surrounding and observing something in a transparent chamber.


    The human sensor door was silently opened at that moment, and a man and a woman walked in from the outside.


    "How is it going?"


    The leading woman, speaking in authentic American English, looked towards the men in front of the transparent chamber.


    "His willpower is incredibly strong. Each time we try to forcefully hypnotize him, his will overrides and forces us out," one of the men reported.


    The woman nced inside the transparent chamber and then looked at the men with a hint of disdain, scoffing, "Useless, unable to handle even a severely wounded man."