Chapter 542: Utopia

Inside the mysterious command center for wildfire control.
“What did you say?! What collapsed?”
“Libya! Boss!
Typhoon Daniel, which was supposed to have veered away from North Africa, suddenly and mysteriously changed direction, like a giant hammer, smashing down on Libya!
Completely exceeding forecasts, it caused devastating damage.”
On the screen, the satellite cloud imagery was horrifying.
Typhoon Daniel, as if breaking free of the weather satellites' reins, roared and crashed headlong into that arrogant nation!
Overnight, it became infamous, ascending to the throne of this year's "King of Disasters"!
"The official Libyan death toll is 5,000, but our intelligence indicates the true number is at least 30,000! Perhaps even more!"
"So many?!"
"Yes. The typhoon destroyed two dams, triggering floods that devoured everything like a monstrous beast!
Especially the eastern region, almost half of it was wiped off the map.
The scene was no different from the Great Flood in the Bible!"
The natural disaster was terrifying enough, but the man-made catastrophe caused by the dam collapse pushed this calamity into the abyss.
"Even more deadly is the eastern port that Hattar was so proud of; all the warehouses were either flooded or razed to the ground!
As far as the eye could see, there were rusty containers and countless floating corpses.
The entire port is completely paralyzed!"
What does Libya rely on for its money? Oil.
Why can the east dominate the west?
It's because of this port.
Oil, weapons, food—everything flows through this port, supporting Hattar's regime.
Now, the heart of the eastern regime has been crushed by an "unexpected" typhoon.
"..."
Listening to the report, Anthony's gaze was fixed on the map, his eyes empty yet sharp.
"I've always... had a knot in my heart that I couldn't untie," he muttered to himself.
"Boss, what?"
"That Harta in eastern Libya, ever since he came to power, he's been jumping around like a monkey in heat.
Taking advantage of his geographical position, he's become increasingly arrogant over the years, provoking Fang Huan more than once, openly opposing him.
Fang Huan's investment style is always 'revenge on the spot, never letting it linger overnight.'
But they've actually tolerated that idiot for years, without taking any substantial action against him."
This is so unlike their style, or rather, this is so unlike "Fang Huan."
“But now,” Anthony pressed his finger heavily on the map, pointing to Libya,
“just as this unprecedented famine erupted, in eastern Libya, a vital passage connecting the Middle East and Europe…
a once-in-a-century typhoon suddenly struck, like it had GPS, precisely targeting and destroying this passage!
What does this mean?”
Anthony’s pupils contracted sharply, and he jerked his head up.
“Tell me, with this route cut off, how much will the food shortage in Europe and the Middle East worsen?”
“…The consequences will be unimaginable! Boss, it will be absolutely catastrophic. Their demand for food will become even more insane, they can only…”
“They can only be like dogs! Kneel down and beg Fang Huan for handouts! Is there any other choice?” Anthony finished for him.
“No…no choice at all. Their self-sufficiency won't last long.”
“That’s right!” Anthony’s eyes gleamed.
“In other words, in the past, Fang Huan merely possessed grain, which wasn’t enough to make everyone submit.
But now, a typhoon has given us the only route to deliver grain!
It’s like completing the final piece of the puzzle!
Now, we have the entire Middle East and Europe firmly in our grasp!”
Dead silence filled the command room.
This deduction sent a chill down everyone’s spine.
"Boss...you mean, this typhoon..."
"Do you think anyone'd call it a coincidence? Damn it, there aren't that many damn coincidences in the world!"
Anthony sneered.
"The butterfly effect, heard of it?
A butterfly flapping its wings in the Amazon might cause a tornado in Texas.
But what if...that butterfly was originally a pet that Fang Huan invested in?"
The expressions on everyone's faces instantly shifted between light and shadow.
"You mean... Fang Huan started planning this years ago, and for today, they...
deliberately 'manufactured' a typhoon aimed at destroying Libya?!"
"Don't forget, there are rumors circulating that Fang Huan orchestrated this year's famine.
Personally, I think that's highly credible!" Anthony's voice trembled with excitement.
"A mysterious organization that can play with the Earth like a marble, manually creating a magnitude 7 earthquake...
Do you think manipulating a mere famine and a typhoon would be difficult for them?
Moreover, the timing of this typhoon coincided with the very day the headquarters' strategic department issued the order to 'resolve the Libyan issue'!"
An indescribable chill swept through the souls of everyone present.
Detonating thousands of nuclear bombs might not even reliably trigger a powerful earthquake.
But Fang Huan did it, twice!
For such an entity, manipulating the weather, guiding a typhoon... might truly be easier than breathing!
This is no longer business, no longer war; this is the power possessed only by gods!
“Nature is the most terrifying and perfect weapon in the world.
It can cause unparalleled destruction, yet leave you with no culprit.”
Anthony’s eyes were filled with awe.
“Look at Libya now. The once invincible military junta is as fragile as an infant before the might of nature!”
That was true. Eastern Libya had suffered a devastating blow.
Their once-proud army was no different from an ant before the raging flood.
“First, we used an earthquake to bring Morocco to its knees, giving us a bridgehead in the heart of Europe.
Then, we used a typhoon to paralyze Libya, severing the lifeline between the Middle East and Europe.
What does all this mean?”
“Boss, I understand…” an adjutant said excitedly.
“It means… this global food crisis, from beginning to end, was planned by headquarters!”
"That's right! Financial crisis, poor harvest, and now this damned natural disaster…
All the clues ultimately point to a chilling direction!
From today onward, the Middle East and Europe will be completely subservient to Fang Huan!
Without their food, no one can survive!"
First, they used the financial crisis to plunder their wealth and control their media;
Then they used food to strangle them, firmly grasping even their rice bowls!
At that time, every word Fang Huan utters will be a sacred decree that Europe must obey!
"What's the situation with the forces we've supported in the east?"
"They've also suffered losses, but comparatively insignificant.
Halta's army is currently overwhelmed and in chaos. They believe this is the best opportunity to overthrow the regime!"
"Very good, get our people moving too." Anthony's eyes flashed with murderous intent.
"The first step is to twist that idiot Halta's head off his neck!"
They want to take advantage of the chaos to completely seize eastern Libya.
Only in this way can the final piece of this grand plan be perfectly completed!
However, they all knew perfectly well that they were merely cleaning up the battlefield for the true god.
Fang Huan's purpose was never to save people.
But rather, to control everyone through food!
To establish that absolute rule that belonged solely to them—
Fang Huan's Utopia!