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Date: October 7
"Brother, no, sir, please spare me! How can this kind of thing be known to a third party?" In a tea house in Chinatown, adorned with traditional Chinese decor, Hank, wearing sunglasses, looked utterly distressed as he spoke to Yang Xiaoyou. The last encounter with Yang Xiaoyou had indeed left him severely injured; he was coughing intermittently and appeared quite unwell, with bandages visible on his forehead.
"I just think you have some value to the organization, so I reported it. Don't worry; you know how serious your issues are. If these matters leak out, it would be troublesome for us as well. As long as you cooperate, we can work together pleasantly and pretend we don't know your secret," Yang Xiaoyou said with a squinting smile, looking like an amiable neighbor.
Then a hint of amusement crossed his face as he added, "Don't be too greedy; if you want to keep your life, you must pay the price."
Hank was completely different from Nobunaga Hideyoshi and Noah; he was the type who only cared for himself and was emotionally detached. However, if such fellows could be utilized properly, maintaining a relationship based on mutual interests and leverage would mean there was little need to worry about betrayal. In fact, it could be more reliable than ordinary partnerships.
After hearing Yang Xiaoyou's words, Hank still complained a bit but felt reassured. His biggest concern was that this person might blab indiscriminately. If it were confined to a certain scope, he could reluctantly accept it.
Now he regretted provoking this pervert for no reason. Luo Guohui was impressive, but this fellow's abilities were not inferior to that monster's. The sense of rhythm in battle made him break into a sweat just thinking about it.
Although he had been tortured to the brink of death before, he still had his own thoughts. Knowing certain things could be considered a sin in itself. Even though the risks he faced were far greater than those of the other party, he could ensure that unless absolutely necessary, the other side would not betray him.
The relative safety level was not low.
"Alright, you've asked your questions; now it's my turn." In this refreshing environment, Yang Xiaoyou appeared to be in good spirits. With the methods Feng Lin had taught him, the lingering shadows from his previous experience of personality assimilation seemed to have been significantly suppressed.
"In that case, it seems there are two possibilities here; perhaps the other party is prepared for both outcomes." He rhythmically tapped on the tea table in front of him while digesting Hank's information and fell into deep thought.
Due to Elder Josen's successful development of the electromagnetic interference field lock, the negative impact on Thor had begun to take shape comprehensively after the news broke.
Indeed, the interference field is still in the experimental stage, and no finished product has emerged yet. However, with missiles and radar as the main focus of Thunder God Corporation, its stock has already begun to show signs of collapse.
Amidst the opportunistic speculators and the influx of various funds, this super company, which boasts a revenue exceeding two hundred billion dollars, is struggling to withstand the impact of the stock market crash.
Now, with over eighty thousand employees worldwide and defense contracts with the U.S. government, the company's executives are constantly searching for a way out.
Although Thunder God is involved in many aspects, it has disproportionately invested in missile development and radar technology to enhance its company profile, leaving its competitiveness in other industries significantly lacking.
Given the company's massive scale, even if problems arise, they usually have ways to cope. Their achievements in civilian applications are also noteworthy; they invented the microwave oven, and many countries utilize their airport air traffic control systems. Moreover, radar technology has not been abandoned—stealth aircraft have been around for years.
Unfortunately, facing competitors who take advantage of their misfortunes and various speculative funds has made them acutely aware of what it means when "the wall falls and everyone pushes."
In Yang Xiaoyou's memory, following Elder Josen's death, all products from his research institute belonged to Thunder God. At that time, Thunder God could truly be described as shining like the midday sun.
"Anyway, Thunder God is bound to suffer this time. But even if you have some personal connections with Elder Josen, they shouldn't be contacting you directly; they should go straight to Lockheed Martin," Hank said casually while biting a lit cigarette and resting his crossed fingers on the table.
Having pinpointed his position and the nature of cooperation with others, Hank's attitude noticeably relaxed.
"Oh, by the way, the organization that Luo Guohui investigated seems very interested in Thunder God right now. However, I don't know the specifics. To be honest, I really don't want to get involved with that organization. Some fellows I know have had connections with them and subsequently vanished or met with accidents."
"To think that an organization would catch the attention of a company like Thunder God." Once in his room, Yang Xiaoyou collapsed onto his soft bed, feeling somewhat hesitant.
With Hank—a fellow who understands the situation of domestic companies in America—around, he could confirm that this time they were not intentionally targeting him. It was likely that the secondary agent was also worried about his future path and thus began seeking other channels; this was purely his personal speculation.
But the news that followed weighed heavily on his heart, reminding him of a time when he felt trapped with no way out, pursued relentlessly by an organization that sought to eliminate him and those around him. Although he had no grievances or enmity with them now, the lingering feelings of resentment and anger surged within him, impossible to suppress.
Especially since he had yet to fully recover from the effects of the last personality assimilation. Hearing Hank's words had stirred something within him, but this time it felt even more intense.
"Can we just take a break for a moment? Even the Free Arms World could crush me right now; it's too early for that kind of thing," Yang Xiaoyou muttered to himself, clutching his chest, his face pale.
After saying that, his complexion improved slightly, though he was already drenched in cold sweat.
The greatest drawback of utilizing personality assimilation was indeed the impact of the memory persona on oneself. Although it was still part of him, that completely broken feeling was too foreign and unclear; he instinctively rejected it.
His parents, Meng Lu, Chen Hao—one by one they had died before his eyes. Just the thought of it flashed through his mind, and he found it unbearable. It was hard to imagine how he had managed to endure such trauma when it truly happened. He vowed that he would never allow such things to happen again—absolutely not!
He grasped at his shirt in frustration, overwhelmed by emotional rejection and mental exhaustion. Yang Xiaoyou drifted off into a hazy sleep.
No matter what memories or abilities he gained, Yang Xiaoyou was still just a seventeen-year-old boy, alone in a foreign country, sleeping in a hotel room that felt so lonely.
"Are you really going to do this?" Nobunaga Hideyoshi asked uncertainly over the phone.
"The other party's actions only represent his personal will. It's someone who doesn't trust their own employer and is seeking alternative paths. Coming here to find connections in England is just to avoid letting their employer discover anything. Just do your best; don’t feel pressured. If you haven’t succeeded before, it’s not a big deal," Yang Xiaoyou replied hoarsely after waking up and enduring the lingering drowsiness. He then began packing his belongings, preparing to set off for England.
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