Military Contractor

"Alright." Halsey turned around and asked,

"There's no one around here either, so tell me—what exactly did you want to find me for?"

"Hmm? Ah."

William recovered from his shock and said calmly, "I'm planning to hire you as a consultant for the company, Professor. Using your medical doctorate, you'll acquire a pharmaceutical company or private hospital.

"Develop the best treatments for various diseases. But more importantly...

"I want you to help me complete the plan I proposed, and I also believe it's the field of research you've always dreamed of."

"Oh?" Hearing this, Halsey immediately grew interested. "What plan?"

"Beep!"

Just then, Andre drove up and stopped a short distance away. He rolled down the passenger-side window and shouted,

"Hey, kid! Get in!"

Seeing this, William stepped forward, opened the rear right door, and smiled with a slight bow. "Please get in, young doctor."

"Mm." Halsey did not waste time. She bent down and got into the car.

As for William, he opened the front passenger door and sat down.

Andre then drove toward the factory in the suburbs.

Inside the car;

"You can tell me now, right?" Halsey was extremely curious.

"Alright." William turned his head toward the back and said to her,

"Professor, what I'm about to tell you is something even the governments of the various countries in the world may not know."

"Mm-hmm!" Halsey grew even more interested.

William's expression gradually turned solemn. In a deep voice, he said,

"This world contains supernatural objects, creatures, events, and even phenomena. And they'll only become more numerous.

"My company exists to maintain a balance between normal society and the supernatural, ensuring that the human world isn't destroyed."

Hearing William's words, Halsey did not panic or laugh at him. Instead, she put away her earlier expression and said seriously,

"So... you want me to develop military weapons that surpass current technology, right?"

"Oh?" William asked in return. "Professor, don't you think I'm talking nonsense?"

"What's so strange about that?" Halsey waved her hand dismissively. "If you're skeptical about everything, you'll never make any progress. So I believe what you're saying."

Hearing her explanation, William had to admit that talking to an intelligent person was convenient.

When he had previously told Andre that the world was in danger, that Warrior Nation brawny man had thought alcohol had fried his brain.

He had said that from then on, he could only drink vodka, because no other alcohol was safe.

William had gone to great lengths to persuade him, but Andre still retained a trace of doubt.

In the end, William had no choice but to bring out the mountain that was his grandfather. He said that his grandfather had told him fairy tales as a child, and that those stories contained a hidden testament instructing him to establish Umbrella Corporation.

After that, Andre became completely obedient and did whatever he was told.

Thinking of this, William glanced at the old brawny man who was driving with complete concentration.

He could not help marveling at his grandfather's charisma. He had actually managed to win over an elite among elites like Andre.

After a pause, William continued speaking to Halsey. "Professor, it's not just about equipment and High-tech Weapons.

(His tone grew heavier.) "What I want is a Super Soldier—someone who can truly defeat a hundred, a thousand, or even ten thousand opponents alone.

"Or rather, it wouldn't be wrong to call it the next stage of human evolution."

"Haha~!" Hearing such an arrogant statement, Halsey covered her mouth with one hand and asked with a laugh,

"Are you really so certain that I can develop it?"

"Of course." William's expression was resolute. "Because you're Catherine Halsey."

"I'll accept that compliment." Halsey lowered her hand, the corners of her lips lifting slightly.

"Then, Boss, does this plan have a specific codename?"

"Yes."

William faced forward, watching the factory buildings draw closer outside the car window. He said calmly, "Spartan Program."

"Spartan?" Halsey's eyes lit up, and she nodded in agreement.

"During the Battle of Thermopylae, the Greek city-states had an actual combined strength of around seven thousand.

"But the world only remembers the might of the 300 Spartans, allowing that nation to stand at the peak of history.

"It's a good name, Boss."

"Call me Boss after you sign the contract."

William chuckled. After Andre brought the car to a stop and opened the door, he reminded Halsey in the back seat,

"Get out. We're here."

"Alright."

"Clang—clang—"

With the sounds of doors opening and closing, the three of them walked across a huge parking lot.

Viewed from above, a large factory building about ten meters tall stood beside the parking lot. There were three more identical buildings.

The perimeter was enclosed by a three-meter-high chain-link fence, serving as a barrier and security measure.

The maple trees outside the fence were lush, with no signs of logging. Raccoons could even be seen wandering around from time to time.

Of course, all the land in this area belonged to William as well.

It covered roughly eighty acres, equivalent to the size of forty-five football fields.

Not far from the parking lot, at the factory entrance, stood a security booth beside an electric barrier gate.

Inside the booth was a relatively burly employee of African descent. He wore a white shirt and black trousers, with a radio and baton hanging from his waist.

Andre had been able to drive into the factory just now thanks to this security guard.

After the company paid its property taxes and resumed operations, William had asked Andre to recruit several security guards and cleaners. However, he had not hired a single technician specializing in timber.

That was because William had sold all the timber-processing machinery inside the factory at below-market prices, exchanging it for some funds and additional space.

Even before the system had explained anything, he had guessed that he might recruit a private force such as UBCS or USS, and would even need to prepare the relevant facilities.

"Click—" The echo of the lights being switched on reverberated through the empty workshop.

Cool-toned fluorescent lights, white walls, and reflective gray floor tiles.

They gave the three people approaching the factory interior an exceptionally clean and orderly impression.

Immediately afterward, William and Andre led Halsey, who was looking around, into the office on the left side of the factory entrance.

The office had the same simple layout.

A large black desk, an office chair, a sofa for visitors, and a bookcase.

William went behind the desk, opened a drawer, took out a kraft-paper file folder, and removed a document from it. He handed it to Andre and said,

"Andre, I took some time over the past few days to organize everything needed to establish a military contracting company. Take a look."

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Andre accepted the document with a puzzled expression, thinking that the kid in front of him was about to go crazy again.

But after seeing the ATF license, OSHA regulations, insurance requirements, and other details listed on it,

the old brawny man finally realized that William was serious!

Andre immediately looked at William in astonishment. "Kid, I have an ATF license, but where did you get the money?!"

"Ahem... well..." William improvised. "I just found out that Grandpa left me another inheritance. A few billion, actually."

Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms, and Explosives license.

2. OSHA: Occupational Safety and Health Administration.