Chapter 481: A New Storm

Su Hao casually flipped open the report.
“…”
It has to be said, these elite agents are incredibly professional.
Possible locations, geographical advantages, political risks, expected benefits…
The analysis was meticulous, complete with diagrams and text, even more detailed than a top-tier business consulting report.
“Their initial recommendation is still the Asian region.
After all, piracy and the black market there have become increasingly rampant recently. If we can establish a joint defense line with the authorities of various countries, it will greatly improve the safety of shipping.”
Liu Bo added from the side.
Su Hao nodded noncommittally, finding the suggestion quite plausible.
He picked up a pen and hovered it over the world map attached to the report.
He had already provided enough information, and the report was detailed enough.
Now, it was up to that damned, irrational intuition.
Both the report's rational analysis and Liu Bo's biased recommendations seemed to point to Asia.
Establishing a new base there is perfectly reasonable and entirely beneficial…
“Whoosh.”
Suddenly, something unexpected happened!
His arm, as if gripped by an invisible hand, was violently jerked away, completely ignoring his brain's commands, drawing a distorted arc on the map, pointing to a completely unrelated place!
“…”
Su Hao frowned, trying to move the pen tip back to its original position.
But the next second, his arm went out of control again, like an iron rod attracted by a magnet, and with a “snap,” it heavily poked a spot in that completely unrelated area!
Su Hao's eye twitched, and he thought to himself:
“This feels like playing with a ‘Ouija board’—isn't it based on the same principle?
Where exactly did he end up this time?”
***
“Mountain Fire” organization, a secret base.
The cold air was filled with the smell of gunpowder.
"Boss, the official document from headquarters has arrived!"
A capable subordinate strode in, his voice trembling with suppressed excitement.
"Oh? So fast? Is it the final decision regarding the location of the new outpost?"
Commander Anthony Watson snatched the document and eagerly tore it open.
On the surface, the document instructed them on where to establish the next security outpost to ensure global shipping safety.
But only these core members knew the true mission of "Wildfire."
"Wildfire" publicly claimed its main business was providing armed escort for Fanghuan Group's global shipping routes.
But in reality, this was just a cover.
Their true core mission could be summed up in two words—"dirty work."
That is, carrying out dirty, underhanded missions in the shadows of the world.
Therefore, every new outpost designated by headquarters meant a new storm was brewing on that land!
"But...where the hell is this? Headquarters must have made a mistake!"
Watson's eyes widened, repeatedly checking if he was seeing things. "Are they sure they didn't hold the map upside down?"
Everyone assumed that headquarters' next target was to place a game-changing piece on the turbulent Asian chessboard.
They had made countless preparations and contingency plans for this.
Fang Huan Investment's headquarters... pointed to a place they could never have imagined.
"South America?" The adjutant leaned over for a look, equally bewildered.
"Yes, and the coordinates are precise, down to the vicinity of the Caribbean Sea."
"This... isn't this Venezuelan territory?"
"Yes. A coordinate that's hard to understand from any angle."
Why would they send them to that godforsaken backyard of South America?
And Venezuela, a country so poor it only has oil and beautiful women left?
What... is there here worth all this trouble for?
"Wait," a thought flashed through Watson's mind, "Has there been any big news in Venezuela lately?"
"Yes, boss. They're in a huge conflict with neighboring Guyana over the sovereignty of a piece of territory; the tension is high."
"Get me all the data from there! Immediately!"
"Yes, sir!"
A moment later, a thick stack of documents was placed in front of Watson.
[The Territorial Dispute Between Venezuela and Guyana – Essequibo Region]
This region, covering 160,000 square kilometers—larger than the entire country of Greece—is home to 200,000 people.
Venezuela claims this land was seized during the Spanish colonial period and must now be returned to its rightful owner.
The problem is, for Guyana, with a total population of less than 800,000, the Essequibo region comprises 70% of their national territory!
Ceasefire on this land would be tantamount to national subjugation.
This is absolutely unacceptable.
“Venezuela’s stance is so firm because this is a true treasure trove,” the subordinate reported.
“First, the land contains vast reserves of gold, bauxite, copper, iron ore, and even uranium!
And off the coast of Essequibo, a super-large oil field with astonishing reserves has been discovered, currently being exploited by Jackson Mobil.”
Watson’s pupils contracted sharply.
The situation is far more complex than imagined!
Especially… Jackson Mobil, this behemoth that inherited the legacy of oil tycoon Rockefeller, was also involved!
In an instant, countless seemingly unrelated fragments of information collided and reassembled wildly in his mind, forming a massive jigsaw puzzle spanning oceans and affecting the global economy at an astonishing speed!
Fang Huan, or rather, that young chairman, would never make a move without reason, nor would he ever make meaningless arrangements.
Their choice of South America, their choice of Venezuela, was definitely not a spur-of-the-moment decision; there must be a shocking scheme hidden behind it!
“You just said, what was on that land?” Watson’s voice trembled slightly, not from fear, but from extreme excitement.
“Gold, bauxite, copper, iron ore, and… uranium!”
“…Very good.”
Things are getting interesting.
Countless mineral deposits, an ocean flowing with black gold, the involvement of an oil giant, Jackson Mobil, and an imminent military conflict…
When all these factors converge at that inconspicuous coordinate point on the map, headquarters orders them to establish a “base” there?
Thinking this, a savage grin, like a shark smelling blood, slowly spread across Watson's lips, as if he could already hear the distant explosions and screams.
"Pass the word down, prepare to start work," he shouted, his eyes gleaming with a crazed light.
"Looks like it's time to let those lazy South Americans experience the shock of 'a tiny bit' from the East!"