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Looking at the seemingly defenseless figure before him, who appeared weak and unassuming, Oterber's heart raced with anxiety.
Although he was confident, he knew that the fact the other party had managed to attach themselves to him without raising any suspicion indicated a strength that likely surpassed his own. The feeling of being watched he had experienced last time was probably due to this very attachment; it was just that the gap between them had prevented him from making a proper assessment.
It wasn't until today, when the other party revealed themselves, that he realized the situation. The shock was quite overwhelming, especially since he had just completed a difficult maneuver and was still basking in his sense of achievement. This revelation hit him harder than a bucket of ice water.
The only consolation was that since the other party had shown themselves, it meant they had no intention of intervening. Most likely, they were aware of his investigation into their activities.
As Oterber observed the terrifying intelligence-gathering and tracking abilities displayed by the individual, showcasing the fangs of Hive Security Company—a rising force in the industry—it also indicated that this person held some level of respect for his own organization.
To be honest, Oterber initially looked down on those opportunistic Free Arms Dealers who came running at the scent of honey, as they would inevitably affect his grand chain plans to some extent.
However, it now seemed that this individual had likely utilized their exceptional intelligence-gathering skills to catch wind of something significant ahead of time.
Even a powerful entity like Mossad couldn't completely eliminate such opportunists, especially when they demonstrated such extraordinary capabilities. It would be more prudent to appease them; selling some ordinary equipment was hardly a big deal. If one company was blocked, another would take its place—this was an impossible blockade.
Even their so-called "allies" were involved in this mess; no one would mind taking a slice out of those fat Arab Thugs.
Heart quickly weighed the pros and cons and made the most rational judgment. Oterber gradually raised his hands to indicate he meant no harm.
Now that the other party held a weapon and occupied the advantageous position in this geographical setting, they had already seized the initiative. If he were dealing with ordinary agents or special forces personnel, he would have confidence in his skills and speed to counterattack. However, it was evident that this individual, who could follow him without making a sound, did not belong to that category.
Since they were not mortal enemies, he decided to play along and appear compliant.
"Mr. Yi," Oterber began, "the strength you have demonstrated gives you ample leverage to negotiate terms with us. As long as you refrain from selling sensitive items in the future, I can assure you that I will not target you again. However, today's matter is truly significant and could greatly impact your interests in this region. I sincerely request your cooperation." Although Oterber appeared outwardly confident—proud as a rooster—he possessed an impressive ability for self-assessment and showed no hesitation in knowing when to push and when to yield.
He aimed not only to curry favor with the mysterious man who held the upper hand but also sought to gain their assistance.
"Since I have revealed myself rather than secretly eliminating you, it is clear I want to understand what is happening here. You see? Our interests align; there may indeed be potential for cooperation," Yang Xiaoyou replied in a tone that left Oterber's Heart feeling pleased.
"Down below, a terrifying biochemical weapon deal is underway. If this transaction succeeds, it poses a significant potential threat not just to the Arabian Peninsula but to the entire Middle East. No one can guarantee how these lunatics will use such a weapon. Our task is to stop this deal." Oterber's tone quickened, as if he wanted to explain everything in a hurry. Just as he was finishing his sentence, his expression changed abruptly, and he quickly leaped away from his original position.
In the distance, Yang Xiaoyou also took evasive action, moving to the other end of the floor.
As soon as the two made their moves, the spot where Oterber had been standing was suddenly blasted apart from below. Fragments of stone flew in all directions.
The high-speed impact struck the surroundings like bullets. Even though Oterber had reacted in time, a massive rock still slammed into his back, sending him flying several feet away.
Numerous cracks appeared in the sturdy glass walls around them.
Although Yang Xiaoyou did not suffer any substantial injuries, he was splattered with debris and looked somewhat disheveled.
At the same time, from the gaping hole in the ground, a blue-gray palm emerged, nearly as large as half of Yang Xiaoyou's body. It grasped the edge of the opening and pulled out a gigantic horrifying figure that resembled a demon, accompanied by the sound of clanking chains as it gradually stepped onto this floor.
Through the swirling dust, a massive and terrifying silhouette became visible.
"Cough! What the hell is that?!" Oterber exclaimed with a cough and a tone of horror. If what they had encountered earlier was merely an alien-like being, then this was undoubtedly a true extraterrestrial!
On the other side, seeing this enormous figure, Yang Xiaoyou's pupils constricted beneath his helmet. This was not just another Licker that had appeared months ago; it was also this humanoid weapon that had been stuck at a bottleneck stage for so long that it had backfired on its creators multiple times!
This creature could almost engage in melee combat with mechs!
Even during his peak memories, he couldn't...
"Ah? It seems I might be able to barely win," Yang Xiaoyou thought as he searched through his memories for relevant terrifying information. He recalled an instance where he had managed to take down one of these creatures in a fit of rage. He scratched his head, and an odd glimmer flashed in his eyes.
The terrifying figure stood nearly three meters tall, almost reaching the ceiling of this floor. Its overwhelming presence made Yang Xiaoyou glance down at his own frame and repeatedly remind himself in his heart, "I am human; I can only eat a little."
However, regardless of whether he could defeat such a creature based on his memories or what methods he had used before, one thing was clear: for now, he needed to avoid its deadly strikes.
Even now, with injuries still fresh, even at his peak, he had to tread carefully.
There was no need for Oterber anymore; Yang Xiaoyou could fully discern which side was making deals below. However, what was particularly strange this time was that the sense of crisis only struck him when it erupted, and he had no prior indication at all. This felt exceedingly odd!
In an instant, Yang Xiaoyou began to connect the dots. The Nuclear experiments seemed to fail continuously due to various curses, harming themselves before they could harm the enemy. In contrast, Biochemical Weapons represented the largest scale of mass destruction weaponry.
The shadow of the Control Licker he encountered in Tokyo was likely tied to some underground transaction! It was even possible that it had intricate connections to this very situation!
"This is our next-generation Sample weapon. Although I don't know what capabilities that so-called mech can truly unleash, there is no doubt that our terminal weapon of the next era will not fear something that hasn't even been researched yet. If our collaboration goes well, once we can truly control this weapon, we can consider selling it to you, as long as you can provide sufficient leverage."
Just as Yang Xiaoyou adjusted his helmet with one hand and scanned the surroundings for an escape route, a voice emerged from the dust—one that was clearly processed and masked, raspy and deep.
As the dust gradually settled, he could see a figure clad in a sleek red and black suit, wearing a mask similar to a gas mask that enveloped their entire head, sitting atop the shoulder of a blue-gray giant.
Although that slender figure was clearly not short, sitting on the giant's shoulder created a stark contrast that made them appear almost childlike.
The figure looked at the two who had managed to join Yang Xiaoyou and seemed to express unexpected emotions before coldly stating, "Ugo, kill him."
While pointing at Oterber, a melodious flute sound emerged from beneath the mask. "It's getting late." (To be continued)
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