The act of murder and robbery may sound like the deeds of bandits. However, in reality, major financial conglomerates often engage in such activities clandestinely and with more sophisticated methods. The means by which capital exploits individuals are far more insidious than mere robbery. Indeed, they are not averse to resorting to primal methods to achieve their goals. The only troublesome aspect lies in the settling of scores between the two major financial groups. Both the Leviathan Consortium and the Nathan Consortium are not entities to be trifled with. Jonas must preemptively consider how to deal with the retaliation of these two major financial groups.
As Jonas pondered, a communication from the upper right corner suddenly chimed. Upon glancing over, he discovered that the name of the communicator was none other than Selka Bond. Momentarily startled, Jonas seemed to have a revelation, his eyes gleaming with sudden understanding. Without hesitation, he directly answered the call.
Moments later, a slightly embarrassed voice emanated from the communication device. "Is this Mr. Jonas? I am Selka."
"Oh, Mr. Selka, what brings you here?" Jonas asked with a hint of amusement.
"There seems to be a problem with the previously mentioned five million credit points," Selka hesitated for a moment before deciding to speak candidly. "The loan from the central bank has been delayed by half a month..."
"So, Mr. Selka, you are unable to provide the five million credit points within the specified time?" Jonas' words made Selka somewhat uneasy. The next moment, he heard the other party continue:
"I'm sorry, if Mr. Selka cannot meet my requirements, perhaps we need to reassess our cooperation," Selka's urgency prompted him to speak, "It's just half a month..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Jonas interjected, "Mr. Selka should understand that I am not lacking in collaborators." The implication behind this statement weighed heavily on Selka. If the other party could provide him with enough competitiveness to vie for the position of the sole heir of the Bond Consortium, naturally, they could provide the same competitiveness to others as well. He couldn't help but feel anxious, gritting his teeth. Just as he was about to speak, he heard the other party continue:
"Of course, if Mr. Selka really wants to cooperate with the Ventin Consortium, perhaps he should show some sincerity first."
Upon hearing this, Selka paused for a moment, realizing that the other party was giving him an opportunity. He took a deep breath and asked, "Such as?"
"The latest generation tactical suits of the Bond Consortium... Mr. Selka should know that weapon development is not a simple matter. Our research requires a lot of references, and relying solely on the power of the Ventin Consortium is not enough," Jonas slowly spoke.
Upon hearing this, Selka couldn't help but furrow his brows, subconsciously wanting to refuse: "I cannot hand over the research and development data to you. This is the core data of the Bond Consortium..."
Before his words could land, Jonas shook his head and said, "Mr. Selka misunderstood. We do not need the research and development data, only ten finished products will suffice. After all, we are only seeking to draw inspiration from your design concepts."
Jonas' persuasive words left Selka hesitating. Without the key, the other party couldn't decipher the research and development data from the finished products. Thinking about it this way, accepting ten finished products was not unacceptable. With his authority, mobilizing ten sets of tactical suits was not a difficult task. After hesitating for a moment, he agreed.
"Very well, I will send someone to deliver them to you later," he said, then continued, "Regarding the cooperation...?"
Jonas smiled, changing his previous stance, and said, "That is naturally not a problem. Just delaying for fifteen days will not affect the friendship between us, will it?"
-"Nonsense about friendship, you didn't say that just now."
Upon hearing this, Selka couldn't help but sneer inwardly, but he didn't show it on his face. At this moment, Mr. Selka didn't know how disastrous this so-called 'friendship' would be for him in the future. He just breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Of course, may our friendship endure."
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Stelthel District.
The sky was clear, with few stars shining brightly. The night wind made people feel somewhat uneasy. In fact, on dark and stormy nights, bad things were indeed more likely to happen.
As for the "Wildfire Gang," when this name was mentioned, members of the street gangs in the downtown area would feel deeply disgusted. It's not because they have occupied a lot of territory, but because the Wildfire Gang's behavior is too ostentatious. Since its establishment, in just two short years, it has infringed upon the interests of nearly thirty gangs, big and small, by specializing in doing things for the financial conglomerates that cannot be seen in the light.
It's more accurate to say it's a mercenary group that helps with things for money. But because its members are not good people, even though they have offended many gangs, there are still not many people who dare to trouble them.
Over time, their reputation has spread far and wide, and more and more financial conglomerates are looking for them to do business.
The Leviathan Consortium is one of them, and they are ambushed here today to fulfill the commission of the Leviathan Consortium.
"When do we make our move?" A young man with a mohawk, lying in the shadow, asked the middle-aged man beside him.
After a moment of silence, the middle-aged man looked at the convoy not far away and said, "We'll make our move when they're officially handing over."
"Hey, these gangsters from the financial conglomerates are really cautious. We've been lurking here for two days, and we're just catching them now." The young man with the mohawk chuckled, and the middle-aged man frowned. Just as he was about to speak, not far away, the sound of fire and explosions interrupted his words.
A blast of air swept through, and the crowd not far away suddenly became restless, and the sound of gunfire continued.
The middle-aged man's mind went blank for a moment, but he quickly reacted and shouted loudly behind him, "Who the hell told you to make your move now?!"
There was silence behind him, apparently still not reacting from this sudden change.
Soon, a young man with a mohawk beside him swallowed saliva and said with a trembling voice, "Boss, our ambush was attacked."
The middle-aged man's pupils contracted, and he asked, "How many attackers are there, and what equipment are they equipped with?"
His first reaction was that the intelligence had been leaked, and the Nathan Consortium knew about their ambush in advance and sent people to encircle and suppress them.
However, the other party's words directly shattered his speculation, leaving him stunned for a long time without recovering.
The young man with the mohawk looked at the message sent back by the attacked members, and after a long while, he stammered, "There's only one attacker, a woman, equipped with... a thermal sword."
He said, swallowing saliva again:
"...A thermal sword."