Pierre Beaumont was studying the discussion between Jing Xi and Dr Song Bao, while he was sitting at his office in Switzerland. Having one of his proxy companies, Xeng Fao Technologies, which had won the contract to creating the ‘Eternal Safeguard” AI that supervised China was valuable, as it gave Pierre a backdoor into the system. This allowed him to spy on important Chinese government meetings.
From listening to Jing, Pierre knew that he had struck gold. If he could acquire a controllable virus, he would rule the world. And once he ruled the world, he would develop the cure, to bereave Jing Xi of his weapon. But first, he needed to retrieve the virus, and Pierre had an idea. It was a risky idea, but fortune favoured the bold. He needed to meet with Jing Xi so that he could get hold of the virus and infect himself with the dormant but otherwise harmless virus, as it could only trigger its toxins when he has ingested selenium. If he had the virus in his bloodstream, he could extract it from his own blood. Then he would use the enhanced intelligence bestowed upon him by the Zetan monocle, to figure out how to use the virus.
Pierre picked up his phone and called Jing’s office. Biyu Sang responded. Pierre felt irritated that he didn’t have Jing’s direct number. This was because Pierre hadn’t been the CEO of the World Bank when they last met.
Pierre spoke:
- Hello. This is Pierre Beaumont from the World Bank. I need to speak to Chairman Jing Xi.
Biyu Sang:
- Chairman Xi is not in his office. Call back tomorrow.
Pierre frowned. He was one of the most influential men in the world and when he called someone, he expected them to receive his call. Pierre reprimanded Biyu:
- The CEO of the World Bank does not call back tomorrow. You better call your boss straight away to avoid dire consequences for your well-being.
Biyu:
- Okay. Please hold the line.
Biyu sighed. Pierre Beaumont sounded important so ignoring him was dangerous. But if he turned out to be unimportant, Jing would scold her for disturbing him! Biyu called Jing’s private phone, and he sounded happier than usual.
Jing:
- Hi Biyu. What’s on your mind?
Biyu:
- Pierre Beaumont from the World Bank called. He insisted on speaking with you straight away.
Jing:
- Very well. Forward his call to me.
The situation puzzled Jing. What could that French-speaking faggot Pierre Beaumont want? And who did he think he was, demanding to speak to Jing straight away? Jing was the most powerful man on the planet and Pierre was a money-grubbing poof. The phone connected and Pierre spoke:
- Chairman Xi. We need to meet tomorrow. My private jet will land at Beijing airport at 9 AM. I expect an appropriate reception.
Jing was about to scream obscenities and smash his phone but he stopped himself. Although Pierre was a rude peasant, and not as powerful as Jing, he was too powerful to mistreat. Instead, Jing replied:
- I am busy. But I expect to see you at the World Economic Forum in two weeks.
Pierre:
- Oh, that’s a shame. I wanted to discuss the bank account of ‘The Honey Dragon Inc.’ at Credit Suisse. The Swiss Government is about to absorb its $5 billion balance.
Jing:
- You stay away from my money!
Pierre:
- Oh, so it is your money? We better meet up tomorrow and discuss the matter. I’ll be landing at 9 AM at Beijing International Airport. Make sure that I am received well.
After saying this, Pierre hung up the phone. Jing, who was about to leave the secret prison was furious. Jing turned to Tzi Cheng and exclaimed.
- Give me your pistol. I need to blow off some steam.
Tzi handed Jing his pistol, and Jing rushed into the cell where Ming Shebao was dying from the Hei Bai virus.
Jing:
- f**k you, Dog!
After screaming this, he shot Ming Shebao with 15 bullets emptying the magazine of the gun!