Chapter 596: You can give whoever you want a warning!

"Cut them all off in one fell swoop? And then what? Destroy them all?" the subordinate continued to ask.
"No, that depends on who it is," Anthony shook his head.
"For those countries they want to establish a stable order, they will naturally use an iron fist to ban them.
But conversely, for those hostile countries they only want to subvert, only want to create chaos?"
The subordinate instantly understood, a chill running down his spine.
"At that time, all channels will be fully opened to that unfortunate country…
Let its society crumble on its own, rotting and self-destructing from within!"
A perfect, open conspiracy!
To achieve absolute control, Fang Huan even intended to bring the world's most sordid underground bloodlines into his territory!
"Can you pinpoint the locations of the major cartel leaders?"
"Not yet, but 'Wildfire' has a global presence. We can launch a lightning operation at a moment's notice."
"Wouldn't it be even better if we had strong external support?"
"Yes, if... we could get assistance from the DEA (Department of Investigation and Statistics) of the United States..."
The DEA, the elite henchmen of the United States Federation, is known worldwide for its ruthless and uncompromising approach.
If they discover any prohibited items threatening domestic interests, they act like mad dogs, even daring to disregard national borders and conduct cross-border enforcement.
"The timing is perfect, isn't it?
Gao Li collapsed, the Golden Triangle is in chaos, and BD, who is completely subservient to our Fang Huan, is about to be re-elected and sworn in soon."
"It's less a coincidence and more..."
Anthony's eyes gleamed with awe and fanaticism,
"It's more like, from the very beginning, a meticulously crafted script!"
The DEA and "Wildfire" joined forces, the violent machinery of the US government combined with Wildfire's thunderous assassinations.
These two forces intertwined—it was a devastating blow.
For the criminal organizations about to become their prey, it was a terrifying apocalypse that even hell couldn't adequately describe!
Any cartel that stood in the way of this steel torrent would be crushed to dust!
“Wait… what’s this?” Anthony’s gaze swept over the back of the document, his face filled with disbelief.
“An insurance company? Fang Huan is starting an insurance company?”
“Ah, yes. It’s supposedly to help the vulnerable, to establish a non-profit insurance company.
The plan is to pilot it in East Asia and the US first, then gradually expand.”
A strange chill crept up Anthony’s spine.
He knew better than anyone that the word “charity” didn’t exist in Fang Huan’s dictionary.
When did these ruthless capitalist behemoths suddenly become benevolent saints?
If there wasn’t something fishy going on behind this, Anthony would twist his own head off and use it as a football!
“Perhaps… just to improve his public image, a publicity stunt?” his subordinate guessed.
“Maybe… anyway, it’s not our business.”
Anthony said this, but the strange feeling in his heart wouldn’t go away.
***
USA, Presidential Office.
"Congratulations on your re-election, Mr. President."
BD prays to God countless times every day:
Lord, please, deliver me from this endless sea of ​​suffering!
But clearly, he had prayed to the wrong god.
"...Thank you, thank you everyone."
BD forced a stiff smile, uttering insincere pleasantries, and reluctantly dealt with the congratulatory crowd before returning wearily to his already utterly loathsome presidential office.
In the office's shadows, a familiar figure waited silently.
"Congratulations..."
"John, shut up."
"..."
BD slumped into his chair, his face ashen, staring blankly at the ceiling with utter despair.
“Sometimes I think,” he murmured,
“Am I just bad at the game? If my skills were a bit sharper, if I got a few more kills in guild battles…
Would ‘that person’ grant my request, let me off the hook, and not let me be re-elected?”
“Mr. President, what are you saying…”
“Sigh, you’re not in our guild, you wouldn’t understand.” BD looked utterly dejected.
“In that guild, I have no rights, you understand? Just a tool.”
“…?”
John was completely bewildered, utterly unable to understand the president’s jargon.
“Speak, what is it?” BD withdrew his gaze.
“You didn’t really come to congratulate me. Is it that Fang Huan… has new work to do?”
“…Yes, Mr. President. I’m sorry.”
“See? I knew it.” BD chuckled self-deprecatingly, extending his hand.
“Since he went to such lengths to get me into this position, there must be some heavy, arduous work for me.”
John didn’t dare say more, but carefully handed over a document.
BD took it, glanced at the title, and his eyebrows rose.
“A proposal regarding a joint effort to eradicate global censored goods organizations?”
“Yes, this is Fang Huan… his suggestion to you.”
John explained,
“Fang Huan hopes to facilitate cooperation between the DEA and their ‘Wildfire’ organization to conduct a thorough purge of major global censored goods organizations.
Their claim is to cut off the source and distribution channels, turning the US and China into safe havens.”
This proposal sounded terrifying.
The DEA has always been a powerful, transnational law enforcement force.
Now, with the addition of "Wildfire," a force with explosive combat capabilities and even more lawless behavior…
BD instantly understood Fang Huan's sinister intentions.
This wasn't about fighting crime; it was Fang Huan using a seemingly legitimate pretext to use the US military as his own henchmen!
To target whomever he wanted!
"These guys, they're going all out right from the start, giving us no chance to breathe," BD said with a wry smile.
"But this is also a good thing for the US," John advised.
"You know how many of our citizens are suffering from the smuggling of prohibited items."
The implication was that the justification was sufficient.
Moreover, legally, there was nothing wrong with it.
After all, this was about fighting crime, about saving lives.
“Moreover, Fang Huan promised to cover all costs of this joint operation. We won't incur any costs.”
“In your eyes, of course it's a good deal.” BD looked at him coldly.
"In my eyes, this is Fang Huan spending a little money to turn the world's most powerful national machinery into their private mercenaries!"
"..."
However, BD had neither the right nor the thought to refuse.
Firstly, the political slogan of "making America pure again" was simply too tempting;
Secondly, and most importantly, he had already given up on any form of resistance against that behemoth.
"But... what is this?"
However, when he turned to the second part of the document, his expression completely changed.
"An insurance company?"
"Yes, Mr. President. Nominally an insurance company, but in reality a charitable project targeting the disadvantaged.
You know, the exorbitant medical costs in our country are suffocating countless ordinary people.
Fang Huan is willing to lend a helping hand."