Chapter 139
Is it obvious?
Chris looked up and said.
"Uh-huh."
Vera tilted her head, resting her chin on the back of her hand. "Ask away?"
Although she said that, she had already glanced at Chris sitting outside the right-hand window of the car.
Is that lurking, watchful feeling coming?
Vera's gaze sharpened, and she subtly placed her right hand on her waist, her index finger lightly touching a thin, cold, wriggling body beneath her coat.
"It may be presumptuous of me, but I'd like to know if you're researching..."
Just as he was about to speak, Chris suddenly froze. His [Sensory Enhancement Plugin] picked up an unusual sound during the audio pickup. Bang! A crack appeared in the glass, and a crisp popping sound hit the bulletproof window of the Hummer.
Assassination?
Chris's already superhuman perception and reaction speed, coupled with the coordination brought by his superhuman prosthetic body, made Chris instinctively extend his right arm, lean forward, and block Vera's path in response to threats.
It was a bullet that pierced through bulletproof glass, scattering sparks as it hit Chris's matte black prosthetic right arm.
Beneath the fleeting glimmer of light came the honking of convoy horns, the alarmed and angry bodyguards, the shouts of soldiers... and Vera's still calm and composed pretty face.
"There's a gunman!"
This phase is [Biochemistry], and will end in the next chapter.
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139
Chapter 139 Military Science: Just ask us if our CEO was assassinated.
The bulletproof glass shattered but did not break, and scattered debris particles flew around inside the military vehicle.
A crisp clang.
The high-carbon steel core projectile shattered on the matte black, robust metal surface of Chris's prosthetic arm. In the fleeting sparks, the twisted, deformed, and disintegrated projectile fragments scattered again, with one of the larger pieces hitting Vera not far from her side and embedding itself in the seat.
It seems she doesn't need to use the Quinque protective gear as a backup...
This Afghanistan Trip come to an end, the final act is complete.
The next step was a turn for the Militech Security.
Of course, she couldn't show it on the surface.
Vera closed her eyes slightly, tilted her head, and 'subconsciously' put her hand in front of her face, leaning back against the seat.
Although there wasn't the usual screaming and panic-filled chaos typical of blonde bombshells in Hollywood movies when faced with danger, in the eyes of Chris, the unsuspecting military bodyguard in black, and the USA officer in charge of escorting them, this was what it looked like – being terrified.
The army major, sitting in the passenger seat, looked anxious, wishing he could leap into the back seat to act as a human shield, and yelled into the radio, "What's going on?"
"Sir, there are gunmen! On the left, we cannot confirm the number of enemies at this time!"
"Need Backup!" (USA operational slang, indicating an emergency requiring backup)
"All troops, hold Russell! Mine clearance vehicles, clear the way!"
In an instant, the radios of the military convoy were filled with the soldiers' loud shouts.
Buzz... Buzz...
With a deep roar from the engines, several escorting Humvee accelerated and blocked Vera's vehicle on both sides.
Inside the car, the two military bodyguards sitting opposite Vera and Chris moved even faster.
Click, click. He pulled up the bulletproof briefcase he was carrying, quickly unfolded it, and secured it to both sides of the car door, sealing off the visible windows. Made of high-strength composite materials specially formulated by military science, it possesses a certain degree of armor protection.
One of the bodyguards pulled out a polycarbonate bulletproof vest. "BOSS!"
It was handed to Vera.
While Vera was wearing her bulletproof vest.
Outside the car.
Several more rockets landed.
Boom, boom! A large cloud of shattered gravel and dust flew up and landed on Vera's car, pattering...
Almost simultaneously, a barrage of gunfire erupted from all directions—from American soldiers, military mercenaries, and the attackers themselves—interspersed with the crackling sounds of explosions.
Sizzle—whoosh—buzz—
Combat drones take off.
The convoy was scattered with Heat Decoy and smoke grenades.
Military-affiliated private mercenaries wearing exoskeletons jumped out of the vehicle.
And the machine guns of the fire support vehicles in the convoy began to turn, and the next moment, several scorching tongues of fire spewed out, and a metal storm rushed toward the approximate location of the attackers.
The dense hail of bullets ruthlessly tore apart the surrounding cover, and rocks and dust flew like a disturbed swarm of bees. Stones flew everywhere, dust surged and billowed, and the 'humble grass piles' in the gullies burst like bubbles when hit by machine gun fire, exploding into a cloud of blood mist.
"There are still gunmen! They seem to be retreating?"
Military mercenaries skilled in operating reconnaissance drones shouted loudly.
"Then clean it up!"
"Take them alive!"
The military personnel and the escorting officers exchanged this conversation.
The escort convoy quickly split up. Some military vehicles stopped, and the fully armed figures, dressed in desert camouflage combat uniforms and wearing EXO exoskeletons, were organized into squads, arranged in twos and threes in an arrowhead pattern, and worked in perfect coordination to traverse the sparsely vegetated, steep sandy terrain, speeding towards the hilltop suppressed by friendly fire.
Call--!
As the car speed increased, the interior of the vehicle bounced and swayed as it sped along.
"Thank you, Chris."
Vera expressed her heartfelt gratitude.
This is the truth.
Yes, thank you.
Although her gratitude wasn't solely for Chris 'protecting' her...
"It's nothing, it's my duty."
Sitting sideways, blocking Vera's left side, Chris, his nerves already on edge, rubbed his right arm, which was slightly numb from being shot, and turned his head to say, "You don't seem surprised?"
It's too peaceful.
Without even making the slightest move to adjust her emotions, Vera simply sat there quietly.
It was as if she had foreseen it all along.
"Just call me Vera."
With a calm smile, Vera gazed intently at Chris.
"It's not unbelievable, really. It was bound to happen sooner or later."
She could almost see the look of surprise on Chris's face when he turned around.
Chris was taken aback and asked, "Why?"
"Because the Militech I created has encroached on the interests of too many people in its expansion."
Vera, completely disregarding the presence of a USA Army major and the driver inside the car, spoke with great enthusiasm, "My enemies, opponents of the Military Science, competitors, ambitious individuals who want to seize the Military Science for themselves, vultures who intend to warn me and force me to back down and make concessions... are all possibilities."
Lock the enemy in the void.
That's right, the goal is to muddy the waters.
"Chris, tell me, was this shot a warning or a simple assassination attempt? Or is someone jealous of this arms deal and trying to sabotage it and prevent it from being completed?"
Vera leaned back, a chilling glint in her indigo eyes, and said casually.
"..."
Chris seemed to be lost in thought and fell silent.
Vera didn't urge him. She closed her eyes, sighed silently, and patiently waited for a reply. The car fell silent instantly, with only the deep roar of the engine echoing like a beast.
At that moment, the army major sitting in the passenger seat pressed his left hand on his earpiece, nodded, and turned to say, "Ms. Russell, the attacker has been killed."
"Killed? No one was captured alive? Can their identities be confirmed?"
Vera asked the question knowing the answer already.
In her script for "Afghanistan Trip," there were no survivors; it was all pre-written.
"The attackers were ruthless. When they realized their operation had failed and they could not escape, the die-hards among them executed all their companions like executioners."
Not knowing the full story, the army major shook his head with great apprehension, "What a madman!"
"Is that so?"
Looking down, Vera picked up the military intranet PDA tablet beside her, swiped the screen, and blurry images of combat footage captured by the network recorder flashed by.
At the same time, he subtly scanned the data units in the attachment.
Didi.
[Red Queen: The target is dead.]
A line of characters, tucked away in an inconspicuous corner, flashed by.
Is he dead?
An inevitable outcome.
If a sniper shot misses, there will be no more chances.
Having achieved the desired result, Vera lowered her indigo eyes and indifferently closed the PDA tablet.
Even a missed shot is still a shot.
There's no need to completely clear oneself of suspicion. Instead, we can do the opposite, making the incident more mysterious and full of doubts, and even indulging in conspiracy theories.
After all, Vera had no interest in playing hide-and-seek and running off to the terrorist organization's hideout in the mountains of Afghanistan for a few days.
That way, it's over.
This is even more irresponsible towards military science stocks.
After all, Junke is not just a military manufacturing group; it also has a huge security and military contracting business. Vera would not ruin Militech Security reputation over such a small matter.
What's the point of security if they can't even protect their own CEO?
Self-defilement is fine as a formality.
Different external environments require different application methods and intensity of the same strategy.
In the world of "Resident Evil," muddy the waters and portray Vera's Militech as a victim of the "April North American air raids" to avoid further accusations and confuse the public.
As for the rest, the media will defend me.
Vera recalled the personal information of the personnel responsible for this operation from the Counter-Intelligence Department of the Military Science.
A young man who had a grudge against Vera and the military science department in the past.
His parents' small family business went bankrupt due to pressure from military science business.
He was depressed for a long time because of this, and frequented bars and nightclubs. It was during this time that the Counter-Intelligence Department started to keep an eye on him.
It's important to understand that some special role-playing actions, which help companies break out of public opinion predicaments, require people who often make anti-military science remarks and have personal grudges.
From an outsider's perspective, such people go to extremes, which is logically consistent and makes sense.
The Counter-Intelligence Department, while he was completely drunk at a nightclub, implanted a focus-enhancing control chip with a self-destruct function directly provided by Vera into his brain.
He had a good foundation, and after his "prodigal son turned over a new leaf," the Counter-Intelligence Department sent a special agent to guide and encourage him to join Tricell, a company that was a military-civilian rival.