[Chapter 269: Different Methods]
When Linton arrived, David and the other five saluted and let Linton and Danny inside. The more than ten people who were trying hard to get in but failed realized this must be the owner of the farm, and they shouted out.
"Sir, we are researchers from the Ors Biological Research Institute. We want to participate in the study of the supernatural phenomenon of the winter thunderstorm..."
"Sir, I am a researcher at Area 51's Alien Research Institute..."
"Sir, we are researchers from the Custer Neurological Research Institute..."
"Sir, I am a researcher at the Hanks Weapons Research Institute..."
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Linton scanned them with his spiritual sense and saw they all had muscular builds and thick calluses on their hands, especially around their thumbs.
'How can these be called researchers? Obviously, they are military or intelligence officers who have undergone tough, long-term training,' he thought.
This place has attracted various forces' attention, it seems these guys were sent to spy on intelligence.
Thinking so, he was too lazy to distinguish who was sent by whom and spoke loudly, emotionless,
"Does it matter who you are? What does that have to do with me? Last night, there was a winter thunderstorm here, and experts from the National Weather Service are studying it inside.
It has nothing to do with you; you all go back. When the experts from the National Weather Service have results, they will announce them timely."
"David."
"Boss, I'm here."
"Watch carefully. No one except the Weather Service experts can enter, so as not to disturb their research."
"Yes, as you say." David happily accepted the order.
"Everyone, please leave. This is private property. Our boss's orders are clear, and you all heard them. Do not interfere with the experts' research here."
"Sir, please speak to your boss again and give us a chance."
"Yes, we're here for research, not to cause trouble."
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Some refused to give up and started complaining.
"Warning, this is private property. Leave within thirty seconds or we will shoot."
David didn't care. He shouted a warning, raising his AK47 together with four guards, pointing at the so-called "researchers."
Faced with five black gun barrels and the guards' indifferent faces, these people realized David wasn't joking. If they didn't leave, they would be dead on someone's private land.
Resigned, they turned and left but stopped after 200 meters when they saw no reaction from guards. They broke into six small teams, each discussing their next moves.
Linton smiled. These were already six organizations, likely more to come. He wanted to see which forces were behind these people.
He had complete control: only National Weather Service experts allowed in, no one else. Nobody could intervene on their behalf. He'd observe how these people behaved.
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At the base of the tower, they saw the National Weather Service experts. Three experts in total, each with an assistant. Not many people, but a lot of research equipment -- various types, known and unfamiliar, piled under the tower.
The three experts weren't old-fashioned. Upon learning Linton was the farm owner, they respectfully nodded and thanked him.
"You're welcome, experts. This winter thunder event happened on my farm. I want to know the cause too."
"It's a privilege to research this phenomena. This thunder event is a rare chance to study."
"Have you found anything yet?"
"Not yet, but no worries -- we're giving it our all."
"Please find the cause quickly so I can be at ease."
"Of course. It's a shared goal. We will find the reason."
"Just focus on your work. If you need anything, ask these guards for help."
Linton watched as the three experts tinkered with various equipment and ran tests.
He thought privately: this thunderstorm was from his power system event -- it couldn't be scientifically explained. No matter how advanced the instruments were, they wouldn't find the true reason.
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While Linton talked to the experts, many journalists came and went.
Four so-called researchers from different institutes, actually intelligence agents, tried entering the iron tower but were driven away by David.
Besides media, ten intelligence groups showed up. After being turned away, they stayed at a distance, watching the tower and discussing plans.
The farm was open, flat land covered in snow with an unobstructed view. More than 30 armed guards were positioned around the tower.
Eventually, unable to find a way in, one member left while the other stayed, watching the tower remotely. They all used satellite phones to report back to superiors.
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At the White House, Hillary received a call from Bro-Arwick.
"How is it? Did you find out the cause? Treasure or something else?"
"Ma'am, no definitive cause yet, but some information."
"Go on."
"The thunder happened on Linton Anderson's farm."
"That movie star Linton Anderson?"
"Yes, that Linton Anderson. His security base is on that farm."
"What else?"
"He bought the farm last April and built a tall iron tower last September. Yesterday, a shocking lightning strike struck it."
"Is the farm suspicious? Is the tower construction linked to the lightning?"
"Yes, I suspect so. I've arranged people to track the previous owner and farm workers for info.
Also found that Gensler Construction built the tower; someone is checking with Gensler in San Francisco to get the blueprints and see if the tower hides secrets."
"Anything else?"
"The lightning strike site -- the iron tower -- is now surrounded by Linton's heavily armed security. Only National Weather Service experts can enter. Nobody else. It's private property, so no use forcing entry. Can we get clearance from the Weather Service?"
"No problem. Send me the personnel info onsite, and I'll handle it."
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Similar reports and plans were happening simultaneously among various groups.
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