Chapter 464: One shot, one kill, blast them to smithereens!

Sean roared furiously:
"This is blatant highway robbery! It's slapping Microsoft in the face in front of the whole world!
How dare someone steal our prey that we've already spat on and marked?!"
But then, this stubborn newcomer appeared.
Not only did he dare to steal from them, but he did it so decisively, intercepting them midway!
This is practically rubbing Microsoft's face into the ground!
“Um, Director…” the assistant began tremblingly,
“The board just sent word… they’ve decided to abandon the acquisition of ‘Storm.’”
“What?! Abandon? Are you kidding me?!”
Sean’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
“We’ll just add more money! We can just throw money at them until they kneel down, right? Have these old fogies on the board had their brains slammed in a door?”
“Director, the board reacted like they’d seen a ghost the moment they heard the words ‘Fanghuan Investment,’ and immediately… unanimously voted to terminate the entire acquisition project…”
“Wait… you mean… our fearless bigwigs at the top were scared out of their wits by the name ‘Fanghuan,’ and willingly backed down?”
“…Yes.”
“What a joke?! We’ve prepared for this project for over twenty months!
Over twenty months of hard work, just like that… wasted like a fart?”
Sean felt like his brain had been smashed to mush by a sledgehammer.
That was the board of directors of the Giant Hard Empire!
A group of notorious "mad dogs" in the industry, known for their arrogance and domineering attitude;
a group of lawless, haughty capitalists,
actually…fled in terror at the mere mention of "Fang Huan"?
"It wasn't just you, Director. Several other business units involved in this acquisition protested.
But the board's attitude was unusually firm, issuing a direct order to render all project documents 'invalid.'
They also issued a gag order: anyone who mentions this again will be fired on the spot!"
"..."
Sean had, of course, heard about the conspiracy theories online surrounding "Fang Huan," theories that sounded incredibly far-fetched.
But a conspiracy theory is a conspiracy theory precisely because it sounds utterly absurd.
Just like back then, didn't some people claim with absolute certainty that Microsoft had implanted chips in its vaccines to control all of humanity?
And what happened? Nothing happened.
So, he had always thought that the legends about Fang Huan were just another exaggerated urban fantasy.
"Could it be... that those rumors... are all fucking true?"
At this moment, Sean's worldview was crumbling.
The facts were right before his eyes.
Other places were one thing, but this was their own Microsoft board of directors, the company that dared to bite even gods!
Those genuine business mad dogs, upon hearing the name "Fang Huan," instantly regained their senses, tucked their tails between their legs, and whimpered as they retreated.
It was like a group of thugs feigning madness, swaggering into an alley, only to bump into a top-tier patient who had actually escaped from the intensive care unit of a mental hospital!
That pure, profound, unadulterated madness instantly stunned these fake lunatics!
"Holy crap... who are those guys? What are they planning to do with a game company like Stormstorm?"
***
Meanwhile, somewhere in Africa.
"Report: Those pirates loitering around in the nearby waters, those twelve wrecked ships, are all dead."
"What about that land-based hideout we discovered last time?"
"We've dispatched an action team to infiltrate and raid it, eliminating them all.
As per your instructions, we left a few survivors for intelligence interrogation."
"Wildfire" Security, the private military company personally built by Fang Huan, is carrying out "special missions" with chilling efficiency.
Everything is going incredibly smoothly.
Everyone here is a seasoned veteran, retired from top special forces and intelligence agencies around the world. Infiltration, sabotage, and assassination—these "dirty jobs"—are as natural as breathing, without any hesitation.
“Also, boss, this is a intelligence summary regarding Africa.”
“Is the source reliable?”
“It’s all ‘borrowed’ from CAI and MI6, its accuracy is beyond question.”
Anthony Watson, the head of security for “Wildfire,” nodded with satisfaction as he reviewed the documents.
"How's the situation in Nigeria? Are there any more fools jumping in?"
"Ever since we used the opportunity of suppressing the rebels to surgically eliminate a few disobedient politicians, things have been much quieter there.
Although they lack evidence, they know perfectly well how the opposition 'vanished.'
They're terrified of being next, so they're all behaving like quails, very obediently."
"And the Nigerian military?"
"They're completely subservient to us, treating us like their own father.
Thanks to the continuous financial support from headquarters, their navy has been upgraded, their combat capabilities have skyrocketed, and they treat pirate ships like target practice, blasting them apart with a single shot.
And those criminal organizations that used to give them so much trouble have been wiped out in droves under our 'guidance.'
Popularity in Nigeria is now at an all-time high."
Anthony revealed a bloodthirsty yet satisfied smile and put down the documents.
"Excellent, everything is going according to headquarters' script."
"Wildfire" is nominally a private military company (PMC), but currently, it's not them cracking down on pirates and criminal organizations across Africa; it's the Nigerian regular army.
However, it's "Wildfire" that's manipulating the government army like a puppet.
"Whether it's rebels, criminal organizations, or pirates, they all provide the perfect pretext for our operations.
Especially under the guise of cracking down on criminal organizations, we can legitimately infiltrate our personnel into Nigeria, Congo, and even every corner of the entire African continent."
"It seems you've also realized that Fang Huan's true expectations of us are far more than just a Nigerian military government, right?"
"Yes, boss. Headquarters is continuously sending new recruits through the 'Fang Huan Charitable Foundation,' while simultaneously pouring in astronomical sums of donations…"
All of this indicates that headquarters is merely using this place as a stepping stone; their ambitions are far greater than we imagined.