A teahouse in the commercial district of Lin'an City.
After Gore and Krause finished planning the nuclear strike, he held up an umbrella, refused his subordinates' suggestion to send a car to escort him, and wandered the streets alone.
The Americas division is currently Euubs' most important resource hub.
With their frenzied expansion in recent years, most small countries have already signed forbidden substance transfer agreements with them. Those unstable populations with astonishing lethality and ratings of EDS or higher have basically been brought under their control, awaiting instructions from those in charge.
Once the major branches completely break ties, America can immediately increase its combat power exponentially through transplantation. Before that, it needs to consult with the heads of other regions. However, those idiots like to grab things that don't belong to them, and they're quite old. I've also heard that some forbidden substances can make you live longer, so they're probably willing to do so.
This was undoubtedly terrible news for Gore, who had been transferred to the East China branch. If things really developed to that point, conventional firearms would become meaningless. No matter how well-armed the elite soldiers were or how many special operations operatives could be assigned, the cyborgs that those people had researched in the laboratory were already inhuman beings. Once their special abilities were added, they would be the strongest consumables capable of trampling everything in the world.
But—if this operation succeeds, then they will be completely useless.
No one could have imagined that Gore's collaborators were not just Sheehan.
The rain gradually subsided, and he planned to walk to his usual pub to have a few bottles of cheap liquor—the kind that gets you drunk quickly. As for the tasks he had arranged, his subordinates had already carried them out. There was nothing else to plan for the time being; maintaining the status quo until a nuclear bomb turned Los Angeles into ruins was enough. Then, he could shift the focus of public opinion to the person in charge of Yingzhou. It seemed that an insignificant D-class officer had died during the control mission against 346, and those idiots had made a big deal out of it. It would be a good opportunity to throw mud at them in return.
However, at that moment, to his surprise, another business partner suddenly called.
Logically speaking, this beast should have already returned to Europe, playing around with women and doing drugs in his apartment.
Gore was quite generous to his "comrades" who were willing to stand with him. They not only received huge sums of money enough to last them for several years, but also the transfer authority that only the top leaders of the East China branch could obtain. Only in this way could people be willing to risk their lives for him.
He was a little puzzled, since it was an encrypted satellite phone call, and the other party was obviously facing a difficult situation.
The call was answered quickly.
Unexpectedly, the person used extremely civilized language when speaking.
"I fucking killed your whole family, you're just messing with me, aren't you?"
Sergio's tone was quite indignant. After all, in his eyes, as a big shot in the European branch, even the higher-ups in other regions couldn't make things difficult for him. At most, he was just trash who was a few levels above him.
Gore was genuinely bewildered by what he heard, completely unable to understand why he was acting so strangely. He even spent a few seconds carefully considering all the possible unexpected events that could occur during the plan, but in theory, it shouldn't be a big deal.
"Don't be impulsive, tell me how you are doing?"
He knew that no matter how foul-mouthed that damned beast was, he wouldn't dare to cause any major trouble, because the EU officials had already informed him before their trip. In short, the service was excellent, and there was no need to worry about anyone turning against them, as they had an instant-death contraindication device on the operatives for monitoring.
Unexpectedly, Sergio showed no respect and directly insulted his ancestors for eighteen generations. The string of profanities was like a requiem drifting to heaven, making one's blood pressure rise instantly.
Gore remained silent, enduring it all. This traitorous bastard deserved to have his whole family die a violent death. No wonder he had such a bad reputation in Europe; it was mostly because of his mouth.
He listened to Sergio's rant for a full five minutes with the phone on speakerphone before he finally understood what had happened.
After a brief silence.
"Hmm...you mean, Joseph has his eye on you, and even specifically asked you to stay at the Dolphin Hotel to clear obstacles for him, but it turns out the other party is very strong."
"Is it possible that now that your butterfly effect has been restored, you could simply slip away at this point?"
He thought for a moment, then added a sentence.
"Can't the side effects of those causes and effects be transferred to someone else through 'transplantation'?"
Sergio was silent for a full minute.
"Damn, I just tried it, and I'm still unlucky. How many people have to die to make up for this?"
"In short, there are two crazy women chasing me, one of whom can lure out a data-driven space to drag me in and torture me severely."
"You're quite a big shot in the East China branch. We're all foreigners here, so give me some advice."
Gore considered it for a while and actually felt that it wouldn't be bad if Sergio died like this. The value and intelligence he could create in this mission were enough. As for the two people chasing him, they were most likely the living taboo object that performed the space jump before—Sheen's orders. Since they were all on his side, he let them do what they wanted. It would be best if they killed more of the main combat forces of the two continents and then all of them died.
"Well then, I understand that your situation is not ideal."
"Just hold on for a bit, I'll contact the high-ranking officials back in America right now and have them send people to support you immediately."
After saying that, Gore was about to throw the phone into the trash can.
result--
Sergio seemed to have already guessed that he was going to abandon him. After all, during this raid, he had already transferred all the data from those databases to the terminal, and the objectives that needed to be completed were finished, so he had indeed lost his usefulness.
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