Military Contractors

"Alright," Halsey turned and asked.

"There's no one around. Tell me, what exactly do you want from me?"

"Hm? Ah."

William, snapping out of his shock, said calmly, "I'm planning to hire you as a consultant for my company. Using your medical expertise, you'll acquire a pharmaceutical company or a private hospital.

We'll research the best treatment formulas for various diseases, but the more important objective is...

To help me complete a plan I've conceived. And I believe this is a research direction you've always dreamed of."

"Oh?" Hearing William's words, Halsey's interest was piqued. "What plan?"

"Beep!"

Just then, Andre pulled up nearby in his car, rolling down the passenger window and shouting, "Hey, kid, get in!"

William stepped forward, opened the rear passenger door, and said with a half-bow, "Please, come in, Doctor."

"Mm," Halsey didn't hesitate, bending down and getting into the car.

William himself opened the front passenger door and got in.

Andre then drove them towards the factory in the suburbs.

Inside the car;

"You can tell me now, can't you?" Halsey was very curious.

"Okay," William turned his head to look at her in the back seat and said, "Professor, what I'm about to tell you is something even the governments of the world might not know."

"Mhm, mhm!" Halsey became even more interested.

William's expression grew serious, and he said in a deep voice:

"This world contains supernatural items, creatures, events, and even phenomena, and they will only increase.

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

Upon hearing William's words, Halsey showed no panic or mockery. Instead, she dropped her previous demeanor and said seriously, "So... you want me to develop military weapons that surpass current technology, right?"

"Whoa?" William retorted, "Professor, don't you think I'm talking about a fantasy?"

"What's the big deal?" Halsey waved her hand dismissively, "If you're skeptical about everything, you can't move forward. So, I believe you."

Hearing her explanation, William had to admit that conversing with highly intelligent people was convenient.

When he had previously told Andre about the world being in danger, the burly man from the Warrior Nation thought his brain had been fried by alcohol.

He even said that from now on, he could only drink Vodka, as other alcohols weren't safe.

William had to use all his might to persuade him, and Andre still harbored some doubt.

In the end, he had to bring out the trump card of his grandfather, saying that his grandfather's bedtime stories as a child contained a hidden will, instructing him to start the Umbrella company.

This made Andre incredibly compliant, doing whatever he was told.

Thinking of this, William glanced at the focused, elderly man driving.

He couldn't help but marvel at his grandfather's charisma, which could subdue an elite like Andre.

Pausing for a moment, William continued to Halsey, "Professor, it's not just about equipment and high-tech weapons.

(His tone deepened) I want super-soldiers, capable of truly fighting a hundred, a thousand, or even ten thousand enemies.

Or you could say it's the next stage of human evolution."

"Haha~!" Hearing such arrogant words, Halsey covered her mouth with one hand and asked, "Are you so sure I can research this?"

"Of course," William's face was firm. "Because you are Catherine Halsey."

"I accept that compliment," Halsey lowered her hand, the corner of her mouth curling slightly. "So, boss, does this plan have a specific codename?"

"Yes."

William faced forward, looking at the approaching factory buildings outside the car window, and said calmly, "The Spartan Program."

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

"In the Battle of Thermopylae, the actual number of Greek city-states was around seven thousand.

However, the world only remembers the might of the 300 Spartans, which also allowed that nation to stand at the pinnacle of history."

"Nice name, boss."

"Call me boss after you sign the contract."

William chuckled. Seeing Andre park the car steadily, he opened the car door and reminded Halsey in the back seat:

"Let's get out, we're here."

"Okay."

"Clang-clang-"

With the sound of doors opening and closing, William and the other two walked through a vast parking lot.

Viewed from the sky, next to the parking lot was a large factory building about ten meters high. There were three similar buildings.

The perimeter was enclosed by a three-meter-high barbed wire fence for isolation and security.

Outside the barbed wire, maple trees grew luxuriantly, showing no signs of being cut. Sometimes, raccoons could be seen.

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

It was about eighty acres, equivalent to forty-five football fields in size.

Not far from the parking lot, at the factory's main entrance, there was a security booth and an electric barrier.

Inside the security booth was a rather stout African-American employee wearing a white shirt and black pants, with a walkie-talkie and a baton hanging from his waist.

It was thanks to this security guard that Andre was able to drive the car into the factory just now.

Since the company paid its property taxes and restarted operations, William had Andre recruit several security and cleaning staff, but he didn't hire any technical personnel for lumber.

This was because all the lumber processing equipment in the factory had been sold off by William at a lower-than-market price to obtain some funds and space.

Even before the system's explanation, he had guessed that he might need to recruit private forces like UBCS or USS, and even set up related facilities.

"Click--" The echo of the lights turning on reverberated through the empty workshop.

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

It gave the three people who walked into the factory a very neat and clear feeling.

Next, William and Andre led Halsey, who was looking around, to the office on the left side of the factory entrance.

The office layout was also simple.

A large black desk, a computer chair, a guest sofa, and a bookshelf.

William went behind the desk, opened a drawer, took out a kraft paper file bag, and handed a document inside to Andre, saying:

"Andre, I've taken some time these past few days to organize the necessary items for starting a military contractor business. Take a look."

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Andre took the document with a confused expression, thinking that the kid in front of him was going to act up again.

However, upon seeing the ATF certificate, OSHA administration, and insurance matters on it, The old, burly man finally realized that William was serious!

Then Andre looked at William and exclaimed in shock, "Kid, I have the ATF permit, but where did you get the money?!"

"Cough... well," William blurted out, "Actually, I just discovered that Grandpa left me an inheritance, a few billion."

Licenses for alcohol, tobacco, firearms, and explosives. 2. OSHA: Occupational Safety and Health Administration.