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墨書 Inktalez
Date: October 7th
"How, how did I manage to get this much money?" In an internet café, after glancing at the account balance using his ability to erase traces, Yang Xiaoyou nearly spat out his coffee.
Just an IA Agent, yet he had managed to accumulate such a fortune through his own abilities and connections, which truly astonished Yang Xiaoyou.
Although he knew that a significant portion of this wealth came from selling that virus and the Antibody, seeing this balance still left him in disbelief.
If that fellow were to disclose his assets, his name would undoubtedly appear among the top five hundred wealthiest individuals in America.
Of course, individual capabilities pale in comparison to collective power; perhaps Hank's personal assets were not insignificant, but when compared to the funds of large corporations, investment firms, and tycoons, they were hardly noteworthy.
The reason he was so eager to amass wealth was likely to protect himself as much as possible, giving him some bargaining power.
"Hey, with this influx of funds, it seems like this European Tour can be expanded a bit." After finishing up, Yang Xiaoyou pondered while crossing his legs.
Given the current scale of his operations, this injection of capital should allow him to barely squeeze into the ranks of second-tier Free Arms Dealers and also expand that piece of Special Region land without any issues.
Owning land meant that if conditions allowed, he could also enter the production industry. However, a Production Line was essentially a massive money-eating machine. Currently, the only feasible options were obtaining licenses for firearms and ammunition Production Lines from certain companies. Firearms were manageable, but the hurdles for ammunition Production Lines were numerous.
However, under the guise of formal authorization here, acquiring some high-end Production Lines through informal channels was where the real profits lay.
Yang Xiaoyou had a significant advantage in knowing the impending drastic changes and trends in weapon development. From the very beginning, he had set clear goals and planned to progress step by step from the basics, even if it meant taking a long time.
Additionally, that shabby old second-hand boat and helicopter could finally be upgraded.
As it stood now, the money and funds were still in Hank's account. Yang Xiaoyou had only gained access rights; transferring large amounts required Hank's electronic key. He knew where the key was located but planned to have Nobunaga Hideyoshi arrange for someone to handle it.
Maintaining direct communication with Nobunaga Hideyoshi and Hank was sufficient for him. Reducing contact with this world would not only minimize potential troubles but also maintain a certain level of mystery externally.
"Sir, this is an office building. If you wish to enter, please remove your helmet." A security guard stopped Yang Xiaoyou politely speaking in French and then reiterated in English.
The fact that one guard was proficient in two languages indicated that this office building, likely four or five dozen stories tall, was quite upscale.
Upon hearing such words, Yang Xiaoyou directly removed the helmet, revealing a stiff, pale, unfamiliar face. Over the past three months, she had brushed up on her makeup skills from her memories.
However, such detailed techniques were still challenging to execute alone without assistance. It required far more skill and finesse compared to the primarily knowledge-based tasks of clearing digital traces and mastering different languages.
To completely change her appearance, she could only focus on making herself look worse. Destruction was always easier than construction, resulting in a face resembling that of a zombie.
"I'm not afraid of being mistaken for one of them. Look, there are too many people thinking like you. I almost got shot several times in these three months," Yang Xiaoyou said with a stiff smile to the security guard, who looked quite frightened.
"Sir, um, sorry, but you should keep the helmet on," the security guard replied, his expression still one of shock. Just recently, a globally sensational incident had occurred in Sh City, so it was no wonder he was scared upon seeing someone with a zombie-like face.
The fact that he could respond to Yang Xiaoyou showed his professional training; he had learned a lot about distinguishing corpses from television programs. At least the person in front of him could talk.
Yang Xiaoyou felt a bit relieved; her poor makeup skills seemed to serve some purpose after all. The only regret was that due to Sh City's exposure of the threat posed by zombies, it would be nearly impossible to use this appearance to obtain a visa for air travel.
"Hey, hey, wait!" As Yang Xiaoyou entered the elevator and pressed the button for the seventh floor, a commotion erupted outside. A silver figure squeezed through and reached out to stop the closing doors.
"Ah! You guys actually let Boss come and stop the elevator? Don't you think that's a bit excessive?" The silver figure that entered stood at the elevator door with hands on hips, wearing a fierce expression as they bared their teeth at the group behind.
"Exercising helps eliminate fat."
"There's no need to take this one."
"Fia looks cutest when she's running."
A series of teasing voices came from the other side as three men and one woman appeared before the elevator.
Seeing this group about to enter the elevator surprised Yang Xiaoyou, hidden beneath her helmet. She hadn't expected to see HLI's team here again.
She had already learned from Hank that he needed Luo Guohui's help specifically because of this group.
Hank's main method of making money through his position involved extorting organizations operating in gray areas—arms dealers, mafias, and drug lords were all his targets.
This time he had set his sights on HLI Company. Yang Xiaoyou naturally fully supported this idea and even considered leaving some capital for Hank.
Now, seeing them here again, it was clear that due to the injuries he had inflicted upon himself, Hank currently seemed to lack the energy to complete this task.
"Well, should we act now? Forget it, the risk is still too great." Watching the fellow who was entangled with his subordinates, Yang Xiaoyou suppressed the urge of Heart.
Looking at the Hli princess and her subordinates, Yang Xiaoyou felt a strange sensation. There must be an appropriate distance maintained between a superior and their subordinates; distance breeds respect. Being kind and considerate towards subordinates is good, but if taken too far, it can be detrimental to management.
However, the fellow in front of him was completely integrated with his subordinates. If Yang Xiaoyou were unaware of the other's future achievements, he might have scoffed at it. But knowing that this person would eventually unify the entire Free Arms World made him surprised at the scene before him.
Perhaps this was part of her charm and personality.
Yet, when Yang Xiaoyou stepped aside and saw that they had pressed the button for the seventh floor after entering, his pupils involuntarily contracted.
To avoid trouble, when they initially rented this place, they specifically chose the seventh floor, which had no other Mercenary organizations; mostly it was just offices for ordinary companies.
Thus, the only connection to Arms on this floor was his own Hive Security.
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