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"I am an injured person, and I still have to handle these matters myself. Sigh." After nearly an hour's drive, Yang Xiaoyou stepped out of a taxi driven by an Indian driver. He raised his hand to shield his eyes from the setting sun, which was almost touching the horizon. Indeed, without air conditioning, the temperature in Dubai was quite unbearable.
Of course, for Yang Xiaoyou, who could regulate his body temperature, the most uncomfortable aspect was the humid environment.
Jebel Ali Free Zone
This was the largest free trade zone in Dubai, United Arab Emirates, and even the entire Middle East. Its excellent geographical location and infrastructure, combined with favorable management policies, had led many companies to establish branches here or relocate entirely.
One of Yang Xiaoyou's main objectives for coming here was precisely this place.
Regarding matters related to Hive Security Company, he generally only provided broad directional guidance based on his memory of Advantage. The details were left to Nobunaga Hideyoshi and others to handle; he found that focusing on details was not as effective as relying on professionals in that area. He preferred to maintain his usual correct approach.
However, it was worth noting that some of the potential talents he had recruited were now entering legendary realms due to the targeted training programs he provided and their mutual influence over the past few months. Each one of them could stand alone and handle significant responsibilities.
Yet, Yang Xiaoyou remained the highest combat power within the team. Due to his recent rapid absorption of Memory Fragments, he still maintained a considerable gap in strength, even while injured.
In this situation, there were places requiring extreme individual operations where he still needed to take charge personally.
The only fortunate aspect was that he wasn't here to fight or kill anyone; his primary goal was to gather information on competitors and trade targets to understand their bottom lines.
Unfortunately, after accepting Hank's foundational intelligence capabilities, Hive Security Company had improved but could only rely on the somewhat unruly Giant Bat for truly risky operations. It could handle intelligence similar to that of Mossad, but when it came to critical business aspects, this disobedient Giant Bat was still a liability.
"Tsk Tsk, I still can't understand what kind of sorcery the Chinese Empire used back then to acquire all that data on the Anti-Lock System." As Yang Xiaoyou came here merely for reconnaissance, he scanned his surroundings while recalling memories of a past life when his homeland's ruler unveiled two experimental machines, provoking a grotesque reaction from other countries.
Just as the United States and Britain had begun showcasing their advancements—clearly leading other nations by at least twenty years with revolutionary tactical weaponry—the Chinese Empire jumped in to slap them in the face, leaving them stunned.
To be honest, Yang Xiaoyou was quite envious of that system. However, despite his envy, he understood that it wasn't something he could lay claim to at this time. Even selling it to the Chinese Empire for joint defense against threats wasn’t feasible.
Compared to the already hidden virus data and the Antibody, the large batch of viral sources leaked from the Kapa City laboratory was something that could not be traced at all; the organization could only hold its nose and accept it.
However, the Anti-Lock System was different. It was something that had been obtained, and it had become a hot potato. At the very least, Hive Security Company needed to reach or come close to companies like Boeing, General Dynamics, Raytheon, and Lockheed Martin.
"The planning is quite good, and the monitoring facilities are well-equipped. It is indeed a bit tricky, but in order to gain an early foothold, we must secure it. To catch up with those super companies that have been established for decades or even a century, we must use extraordinary means." While appearing like an ordinary tourist wandering the streets, Yang Xiaoyou was mentally cataloging all the important details around him.
Even though the dark forces were as strong as the organization, they had taken a slow and methodical approach in their recent actions against Thunder God Corporation, not daring to take any extreme measures for fear of harming their own foundations.
At the same time, it was evident that while the organization was infiltrating super companies like Thunder God Corporation, they were also not letting go of opportunities within the Chinese Empire. This hinted at a terrifying outline of their capabilities.
As Yang Xiaoyou casually strolled around, continuously gathering information and completing his reconnaissance tasks, he unexpectedly spotted a young agent from Tower Elite Military Academy whom he had encountered at a hotel earlier. They were exiting through the main entrance of a building accompanied by someone who appeared to be the building's owner.
With just a glance from the corner of his eye at this group of people, Yang Xiaoyou quickly made a judgment in his mind without showing any change in expression or action. He continued his seemingly casual stroll as if he were a solo tourist taking selfies, passing by the building's entrance.
"To boldly establish a company here is no simple feat; being hidden in plain sight is quite challenging. Mossad truly deserves its reputation as one of the world's most elite intelligence agencies." Without pausing or losing momentum, Yang Xiaoyou felt a fleeting sense of admiration.
Undoubtedly, while starting out would be exceptionally difficult, once Soft Nail was successfully planted without raising any suspicion, the services and security provided here would significantly increase.
"Tsk tsk, if this news were sold off, the benefits would be substantial. However, for now, I should tread lightly; it's best not to offend those fellows too severely in this area." Naturally picking up his phone as if to capture some scenic shots along the road, Yang Xiaoyou glanced at the directions in which those individuals dispersed after exiting and pondered for a moment.
He wasn't particularly interested in Mossad but held a deep-seated wariness towards them. Some leverage could serve as potential bargaining chips for future negotiations; however, it wouldn't be wise to directly offend them by selling them out.
Currently, this was merely about pure profit. Given the multitude of forces involved, Mossad wouldn't dare provoke widespread anger; they could only turn a blind eye. But if he overstepped his bounds, they would have no qualms about retaliating.
Moreover, this group of fellows had initially been sent under the pretext of keeping an eye on him. Yang Xiaoyou wanted to find opportunities to learn more about them and see if they were genuinely uninterested in his activities.
Thinking of this, Yang Xiaoyou estimated the direction and route of the fellow who had separated from his companion, self-identified as Oterber. With the three-dimensional projection that began to form in his mind, he quickly analyzed a suitable path. Adjusting to the other party's speed, he also changed his pace and turned onto another road.
The prediction of the trajectory was almost dreamlike in its accuracy.
Walking briskly down the street, Oterber appeared natural yet navigated through twists and turns. His expression was somewhat grim; this trouble seemed likely to be greater than previously assessed. It was now necessary for him to split up with his subordinates to confirm the situation.
He hadn't expected that damned Arabs would make such an extreme choice. Did they not realize the consequences of losing control? It was as if they were not even on this peninsula.
What needed to be done now was to see whether they intended to use this as leverage for negotiation or if they truly wanted a destructive confrontation. If it was the former, it would be manageable; as the Arab Spring plan unfolded, time was on their side.
However, if it was the latter, given his country's size and population, they could not afford failure. Losing one person for every ten on the opposing side was simply unacceptable.
Any claw reaching out toward him would be severed without hesitation. They had a principle: for every one of their own killed, they would retaliate a thousandfold. This had always been their creed.
"Seems like there's some urgency; it looks like they've run into some big trouble. Hm, the Hive Security Company is just in it for profit; they shouldn't provoke such emotions in the other side. Tsk tsk, I wonder if your plans will be expedited," Yang Xiaoyou quietly observed from behind, making some basic judgments.
The plan codenamed Arab Spring had initially erupted while he was still in the lab as a White Mouse. The specifics were unclear, but he remembered that Israel had maintained control over the rhythm throughout, encountering no significant troubles.
Seeing the anxiety in the other party now inexplicably brought a sense of foreboding to Yang Xiaoyou. Would changes in the timeline lead to major upheavals here?
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