Moby Dick’s expression was solemn as he held a steaming cup of coffee, pacing back and forth in Yaha’s room.
Starbucks had his hand on his pistol, standing guard at the door, closely watching the bodyguards.
The last operation... it had seed very successful.
But when the giant iron sphere was transported back and opened, Red Pharmaceutical’s support departnt found that it was empty.
This left Moby Dick in an awkward position, as he expected a reward.
Had Tiantai Pharmaceutical not destroyed all the electrical equipnt and computers upon evacuation, he would have been able to inspect the sphere on-site.
In the end, after exhausting all their radical militants and millions of Langke, Red Pharmaceutical’s celebration was premature, which also left a poor impression of Moby Dick on the board of directors.
He desperately needed another operation to turn the situation around.
The board seat, dividends, prestige within the company, and... his lofty, luxurious lifestyle.
"Their last shelter is just across from Linjiang," Moby Dick said.
Yaha looked at the map on the table, where the red dot representing the shelter was to the north of Linjiang City, the capital of Chicken Snake Country.
It was close to the radicals’ territory but located in mountainous terrain that was easy to defend and difficult to attack, a vacuum zone that neither side wished to approach.
For the regular army of Chicken Snake Country, the undulating mountain ranges could not be occupied by just a few thousand soldiers, and the Heavenly Fallen Objects Shelter built on the mountain summit was not so easy to take down.
If last ti was a ruse of an empty fort, what would it be this ti? No one knew.
But Moby Dick did not care about these things; he did not mind how bloody the process could be—he only wanted the results.
And ti was slipping away by the minute. The last operation had been leaked, and this ti there could be no mishaps, which was why Moby Dick had chosen to co personally.
"I’m giving you five days to prepare. In five days, you must set out," Moby Dick commanded.
"You just said we have no backup this ti? Just the dozen of us against all the garrison forces of the shelter?" Yaha frowned.
Moby Dick said, "Bla your dear Ishmael for that, who killed half of our reinforcents before the operation even started? Besides, the last operation wasn’t supposed to be that bloody, but it led to the annihilation of the radicals! Whose fault do you think that is?!"
"Who could have expected a superpower special forces unit to show up? Is that his fault, too?" Yaha was sowhat displeased.
"My retrieval team dug out the bodies of that special unit on the hillside, and after identifying her, we found she was with the United Council."
"Dear Lady Yaha, do you understand what this ans? We also found that at least three superpower special forces died within Chicken Snake Country’s borders, two of which were related to Ishmael."
"The other special forces mber he killed was with the Sethiyan Federation, and this intelligence has caused not a little trouble to my superiors. You probably don’t know... there are so things where even if you did not participate, but rely knowing they happened... that in itself is a sin."
"You’ve always allowed Ishmael to act freely; first, he went to He Mountain, released the forr rebel leader of Chicken Snake Country, causing changes in the civil war situation, then leading to the Sethiyan Federation agents making trouble for us, even sending a superpower special forces unit for revenge."
"After that, he killed the superpower special forces sent by the United Council; we don’t know why she ca—perhaps she was a war observer? But regardless, Ishmael killed her."
"This is not over yet, Yaha, he killed dozens of refugees last night—not that I’m sympathizing with them—this has already enraged the International Human Rights Protection Committee, damn it, they still don’t know who did it, but once they find out... it will definitely be traced back to us."
"I’m telling you one last ti, Yaha, control your dog!" Moby Dick glared with bulging eyes, his hands pressed on the table, staring angrily at Yaha.
"A leash can’t hold a wolf," Yaha said indifferently.
She rose and walked to the window, gazing in the direction of the artificial forest.
"All the extra trouble, it’s all caused by him, the radicals are biting at my upper ranks, asking for more money, or they won’t be willing to provide military support. They even refuse to let us use the airport."
"Yaha, the only thing you want, only Red Pharmaceutical can provide you. To beco the world’s first superpower rcenary force... isn’t that what you want? We can offer you that opportunity, you know, you already have that potential, you shouldn’t be just a showpiece."
"We can help you turn the ’triangle’ upside down... but you also have to give us what we want."
"And... you have to make a choice... Yaha, Ishmael... or Wei Tianyang... he’s powerful, but he’s... too powerful. So powerful that he doesn’t need a black room to get what he wants."
Moby Dick walked around the table and ca up behind her.
"What you own is the black room, not him," he whispered.
Yaha hugged her shoulders, her amber eyes slowly turning down to the base, her gaze falling on the window fra.
"He doesn’t need you. That’s also why you can’t hold him back. You have to make a choice, Yaha, you have to make that decision sooner or later. He... is not in the picture of your future! If you can’t reflect the value of the black room... you know, the old man won’t care about you," Moby Dick said.
Yaha turned to look at Moby Dick, her face tense and stern, yet she couldn’t say anything aningful.
Moby Dick smiled, placing his hand on Yaha’s shoulder.
"Why do you think the old man entrusted with giving him a phone? You get it, right? Maybe he’s already called privately and made contact with the higher-ups. Maybe... he’s already kicked you to the curb," Moby Dick said.
"He would never betray! Moby Dick, he’s not like you," Yaha said.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk... then where is he now?" Moby Dick looked up at the ceiling, a clownish smile appearing on his face.
"In the sky? Underground? Hm? Yaha? If you can’t even control him, how can you understand what he truly thinks inside? You can’t even... possess him by more despicable ans!"
Hearing Moby Dick spoke in such a manner, Yaha seed to have been hit in a sensitive spot.
Her body shook with rage, her molars clenched tightly, and a vein throbbed at her temple. Then, out of humiliation and inferiority, her lips turned white from biting, and she hugged her shoulders even tighter.
"You can’t give him more, neither physically nor ntally! Yaha, you have to give up on him, you have to find a way to make him... disappear, or else... the old man will gradually abandon you," Moby Dick said.
He released Yaha’s shoulder, turned, and picked up a coffee cup from the table.
"Without the support of Red Pharmaceutical, the thing you want can only be found in dreams~"
As Moby Dick spoke, he took a sip of coffee, furrowed his brows, and spat it all out.
"Get this ss sorted out quickly, I really don’t want to stay in this shithole any longer."
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