Infinite: Progressing from Arasaka

Simmons had no doubt about Vera and the military's capabilities and financial resources.

"However, such a high-profile declaration of war is probably not the best solution for the development of military science."

He suddenly changed the subject.

"Because they crossed the line first."

Vera replied coldly.

As she spoke, she snapped her fingers lightly, and the design model of the new headquarters of the Military Science Academy disappeared on the 3D interactive holographic table. In its place was an aerial route map from the expo site to the old Military Science Building in the financial district of downtown San Francisco.

As Vera flicked her finger across the projected model, the route map zoomed in rapidly, with a series of flashing red dots lighting up along the way. In particular, several key areas around the East Bay Expo site, marked with flashing red exclamation marks, were highlighted.

Vera clicked on one of them. "Look at this, Simmons, ELF and ALF, two useless, misled civilian organizations that are trying to set fire to my expo."

"Look at this. I never expected that in their hideout, besides arson tools and thermite, they would also find guns, explosives, and timers. Timers—who were they planning to bomb? Who were they planning to shoot?"

Vera's tone was cold, even tinged with anger.

"..."

After a moment of silence, Simmons stepped forward and clicked on the red dot on the map indicating the route to the Military Science Building next to Vera's commuter station.

In one location, there are images showing illegal immigrants repeatedly climbing onto and occupying the building; in another, surveillance footage shows a masked man wearing a baseball cap repeatedly going back and forth, seemingly conducting reconnaissance with his accomplices; and on yet another rooftop, someone carrying a gun was arrested by Militech Security, and his confession, delivered after a major Remembrance recovery surgery, revealed that someone paid him to commit murder so he could create chaos in San Francisco ...

"These idiots, moles, parasites of the Federation!"

Simmons cursed under his breath.

He raised his glass and gulped down the slightly cooled freshly ground coffee like a bull.

His personal values dictate that he's willing to pay any price to protect social stability, which is true. However, people are prone to double standards. Everyone knows Vera is his ally. Assassinating her would be a slap in the face to her and an attempt to weaken the family's power!

He let out a heavy sigh, and after a moment, he looked at Vera. "Not everyone in Congress is happy to see your trust-like expansion. Vera, the antitrust investigation into the Military Science Institute will be restarted in three months at the latest."

"That's all the tricks they have left."

Vera picked up the steaming coffee in one hand and took a sip.

Although the United States passed the Clayton Antitrust Act as early as the beginning of the 20th century, and the Department of Justice has an Antitrust Bureau, how to define monopoly depends entirely on the integrity of the authorities and the operations of the companies under investigation. Some cases are implemented smoothly, while others are broken up...

What are you planning to do?

"Simmons asked."

Vera smiled at this, leaning against the long table with her eyes lowered and her fingers idly stroking the smooth base of the coffee cup.

"Occasionally, I hear people gossiping in the shadows, saying that I am a cold-hearted and ruthless person. Well then, I might as well do as they wish."

"Following the Kennedy family's old tradition, let some people die a violent death."

There's one more chapter to finish, and anything before 6 AM counts as the previous day.

135

Chapter 135 Kill, kill, kill! Money, money, money! Vera's 'swordsmanship'

"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth."

"Hopefully they have enough strength and luck to survive the same tactics we use."

Vera sat down on the sofa next to her with a normal expression, her hands clasped in front of her, her legs crossed gracefully.

"..."

A brief silence.

It's 'we', not 'I'.

Vera mentioned him and informed him, which meant that he and the "Family" organization would also be accomplices, to which Simmons did not refuse.

"Good."

After a moment's thought, he nodded in agreement without hesitation.

Simmons' support was not unexpected for Vera.

After all, there are too many precedents for America in this regard.

Before an event actually occurs, it's difficult for a person to transcend the perspective of their time.

Perhaps in Simmons' view, it's simply a matter of the Lincoln case, the Kennedy brothers' case, and the differences between DuPont-style 'homemade aircraft' company competition.

The only difference is that with the support of high-tech equipment from the military, the process of reproducing 'old precedents' may be more exaggerated and rapid, or even more secretive. But to say that it reaches the level of small-scale military sabotage or even Corporate War, probably no one would believe it.

In addition, Simmons himself is a radical in action.

In the original story, because the president intended to reveal the truth about the Raccoon City incident, Simmons believed that this would only disrupt social Order and cause riots throughout the United States. In order to "protect world Order", he decided to use the C-Virus to kill the president. Thus, he orchestrated Resident Evil terrorist incident in Takao Oak City that was comparable to the Raccoon City incident, and even turned the president into Zombies.

This...

You seem to be going a bit too far.

Vera even had a contingency plan in place: what if Simmons felt her countermeasures were too 'gentle' or too 'conservative' and decided to escalate them?

Fortunately, Simmons was in high spirits in 2002, and it seemed that he had not had a relapse.

Of course, Vera wouldn't show any of the thoughts mentioned above.

"Huh?"

With a creak, Vera shifted slightly to her right, her right hand outstretched, a few fingers supporting her cheek. Her slender, shapely waist was naturally outlined in a healthy curve by the tight-fitting uniform. Raising her eyebrows slightly, she asked, "Aren't you going to interfere?"

"I believe in your abilities."

Simmons knew very well that digging into the details was for his subordinates, not for his close friendship and alliance with Vera.

He put down his empty coffee cup and looked at Vera. "If I had to ask, how far do you intend to go?"

"The principle of reciprocity".

Vera smiled gracefully.

"Correct."

Simmons nodded knowingly, seemingly quite satisfied with Vera's cautious and prudent approach.

He then turned and climbed the second level of elevation difference, exiting the sunken courtyard. He first elegantly placed his empty coffee cup back on the tray on the tea bar, then returned to the living room, unzipped his briefcase, and took out several military supply contracts that the Pentagon had just sent, requiring customization based on detailed war conditions, and placed them on the coffee table.

"So urgent?"

Vera walked over.

"Judging by the time, I should report to President Graham on your expo. I have two meetings to attend between 9 and 11: Pentagon military meeting on the Afghan War and a closed-door national security video conference that I chair. Excuse me."

"The job of the president's National Security Advisor does not seem easy."

"Endless meetings, media constantly spouting nonsense, lying, smearing, and factional infighting... Would you be interested in trying this in the future?"

Simmons asked meaningfully.

"Maybe. At least I'm not interested right now."

As if he had received the answer he wanted, Simmons said nothing more.

He picked up his briefcase and weighed it in his hand before leaving. Inside were various military procurement contracts, industrial-grade electronic hardware and software contracts, ICT infrastructure contracts, etc. After the opening ceremony Vera, as CEO, would no longer need to be responsible for such trivial matters; the heads of each venue and professional managers would handle the promotion.

It looks very good, packed full and quite substantial.

"I wish you success, Vera. I'm really looking forward to seeing what new achievements you'll bring to the second expo."

Simmons said before leaving.

The room's titanium pneumatic main door closed slowly.

Vera looked away.

Simmons' current affability, friendliness, composure, and calmness reminded her of a rather inappropriate example—

Wang Mang was humble before he usurped the throne.

Then, Vera's eyes swept across the coffee table.

On the coffee table, there was a military supply contract that Simmons had just placed on it.

He stepped forward and picked up the contract that was on top.

—"Mass-produced conventional weapons of mass destruction—aerial bombs, rockets, medium- and short-range missiles"—

Seeing that this military supply contract was worth tens of millions of yuan, Vera couldn't help but sigh for the second time. In the military industry, during wartime, making money is even more lucrative than printing money.

It's clear that this is in response to the Afghan War.

All the parameters proposed are designed to maximize damage in high-altitude, arid, and mountainous regions.

Clearly, the Pentagon generals had suffered a major setback in Afghanistan and were losing face, so they were preparing to take drastic measures. Even their embezzlement activities had been curbed. In 2002, the aftermath of the Gulf War had not completely dissipated, and the "beacon of freedom" still possessed some genuine zeal.

We have to get back what we lost.

Rustle.

Vera used this to review the contract contents.

——"Military Multi-functional Unmanned Aerial Vehicles - 5000 Units"——

—Standard Exoskeleton Individual Combat System—One USA Army Infantry Division—

—Novel Anti- T-Virus Inhibitors—

——Infantry Squad Integrated Weapon System - 50,000 Sets——

The pie is big, but it still needs to be tested and accepted by the US Joint Command in Afghanistan.

Thump, thump...

"Try it out?"

Vera, her fingers tapping incessantly on the coffee table.

"Go."

She's willing to sell as long as they buy.

If the military technology sector were to secure the entire order, it would be easy to earn tens of billions of dollars in profit. Furthermore, the opportunities for bundled follow-up services, value-added revenue, and additional income generation would be plentiful.

And...

Vera suddenly remembered something and picked up the contract for the "Standard Exoskeleton Individual Combat System" project.

"If it's deployed on a large scale..."

To ensure the continued leading position of Militech Security and to achieve multiple objectives simultaneously, appropriate "knife techniques" are necessary. The performance of the [EXO] prototype exoskeleton was somewhat excessive in 2002...

Following this line of reasoning, Vera neatly stacked the contract in her hand and tapped the paper a few times.

"Hiss, going to the desert, and to a US military base in Afghanistan to sell missiles, feels a bit familiar... But it's an opportunity to clear my name."

The next moment, her tone turned cold, and she ordered, "Red Queen, take over the M.S.S. Unit."

"Notify 'Death' and 'She-wolf.' Time to get to work. Just like the USS."

[Red Queen: Yes, madam.]

Two weeks later.

"Welcome to today's CNN news report. A few hours ago, the Director of the Antitrust Bureau was tragically killed by a stray bullet while dining at a restaurant near his residential community during a police-involved shooting incident..."

136

Chapter 136: Using an old example in a new way, Vera sells missiles in Afghanistan.

There is a golf club located in a suburban resort town within the jurisdiction.

On the street.

The screen displays a bust of a dignified woman with blonde hair and indigo eyes, against a backdrop of a fluorescent screen advertising Militech at the San Francisco Exposition.