Chapter 114: Mudslinging
At this mont, Alex had already returned to the villa and had Mia use her healing skills on him.
Just as he opened the chat channel, he was inundated with discussions about the downfall of the Police Station and Sheriff’s death.
You see, he had just returned.
Within a few hours, the news had spread everywhere.
The fall of the Police Station’s headquarters was within Alex’s expectations.
With such a big piece of at right in front of them, the Dragon Soar Team and drug cartel team couldn’t possibly remain indifferent.
Subsequently, as he watched the discussions on the chat channel deviate further and further, Alex was speechless.
Why was everyone saying I didn’t have the ability to destroy the Police Station? Are they looking down on ?!
Can’t they see that I, Alex, have the potential of a great emperor?
But Alex didn’t really care.
Making a fortune in silence was the safest route.
Although, currently, the survivor teams in this city posed less of a threat to him compared to the zombie tide.
The Dragon Soar Team and drug cartel team might cause a bit of trouble.
But he wouldn’t just sit around waiting to be hit.
He would definitely frequent the old city area.
In the future, the update of resources would only get faster and faster.
This ti, Alex realized.
There’s strength in numbers.
These large teams really do gather impressive resources.
If he didn’t hurry to update his resources, he might really be left behind.
Why not strike first?
Such a thought erged in Alex’s mind.
Normally, he was just waiting to get hit, very passive.
Now, he finally realized that his strength was great, and taking the initiative to eliminate threats was what suited him.
…
After occupying the Police Station’s headquarters, the Dragon Soar Team and drug cartel team only maintained harmony for a few days.
Because of so minor frictions, the two sides gradually began to look at each other with disfavor.
This was normal.
Previously, the two teams had co together only for the other’s Police Station.
Now that the Police Station had beco history, exiting the competition stage.
Naturally, they beca each other’s biggest opponents!
In the drug cartel team’s office.
Noah was restlessly swaying his glass, sitting on a luxurious leather chair, devoid of any joy.
Noah was considering how to deal with Alex.
The Dragon Soar Team was well understood by him, and he didn’t consider them a significant threat.
After so ti, when the opportunity was right, they could be easily dealt with.
What truly concerned him was Alex, the ticking ti bomb.
He didn’t know if Alex would give them the ti to develop the old city area and acquire high-level resources.
Seeing this, Ulysses poured a drink for Noah.
“Boss, is there sothing bothering you? Why not share it, perhaps there’s a solution?”
Noah paused for a mont.
“When did you co in?”
“I’ve been here all along…”
Noah closed his eyes and sighed.
“I’ve been lost in thought, not even noticing my own strategist standing here for so long.”
If Ulysses had any ill intentions toward him, he might have already been assassinated.
Noah voiced his concerns.
“Sigh, it’s that 10086 again!”
“We can put the Dragon Soar Team aside for now, but 10086 is a tough nut to crack.”
“I can’t do anything about him, and yet I have to live in fear.”
“Indeed, the fact that he alone can wipe out all of the Police Station’s elites is truly terrifying.”
Ulysses nodded in agreent.
Then, with a sly gleam in his eye, he suddenly ca up with an idea.
“Boss, I have a plan to make him a public enemy!”
Noah perked up, eagerly looking at him.
“Tell about it.”
Ulysses nodded and said, “We can allocate so resources to bribe a group of rcenaries, pretending to be supporters of 10086 and spreading rumors to glorify him.”
“Then, we’ll go around stealing from others and pin the bla on him.”
Upon hearing this, Noah chuckled disapprovingly.
“I thought it was a brilliant idea, but it turns out to be the sa old tricks from the entertainnt industry of the old world.”
“But this is the apocalypse, where killing and looting are commonplace. Will your actions have any substantial impact on 10086? Absolutely not!”
Ulysses was heavily criticized, but he maintained his smile and calmly explained, “Boss, I understand why you might think that way.”
“But people’s hearts are terrifying and fickle.”
“Too much negative publicity can turn soone into a pariah overnight.”
“This is the apocalypse, there’s no order, only violence can quell people’s anger!”
“Once 10086 is completely opposed by all survivors in the city, we just need to light the fire, and they will erupt completely!”
After listening, Noah remained silent for a long ti.
Finally, he patted Ulysses on the arm.
“Kill the root of the problem! I like it! Hahaha!”
“You’ll be in charge of finding the rcenaries for this task, and you can take whatever resources you need.”
“As for looting from others, we’ll need manpower. You can freely deploy within the team.”
Noah was very satisfied with this plan.
Once 10086 beca a public enemy and had a large amount of resources on him, even survivors who didn’t harbor ill will toward him would likely join the attack.
Stirring up trouble to reap the benefits.
In the central district, a group of thugs surrounded an old man.
“Old man! Hand over your supplies!”
The old man was trapped against the wall, trembling.
“Who are you people?”
“We’re supporters of 10086, and we don’t like you! Hand it over!”
In the old city area, a small team was celebrating.
After a tough battle, they had finally killed a small group of zombies and were about to collect a silver-level supply crate.
At that mont, another group approached.
There were many of them, a dium-sized team.
They imdiately displayed a domineering attitude.
“We’ve got our eyes on this supply crate, scram!”
The mbers of the small team were indignant.
“Why? We risked our lives to secure this supply crate.”
The leader of the other group pointed to the armband on his shoulder arrogantly.
“Why? Because I’m a mber of the 10086 fan club. If you don’t want to die, then get lost!”
“You!”
This kind of situation was playing out almost everywhere in the city.
Even though these rcenaries’ performances were extrely clumsy, and they didn’t even try to hide their intentions, their actions still angered many survivors.
And as they hoped, they redirected their anger toward Alex.
“Why can’t you control your fans!”
This kind of operation was almost identical to the entertainnt industry of the old world.
But its consequences were magnified thousands of tis.
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