Fu Haoran stared at the task prompt on System Panel without even frowning and didn't take it too seriously.
[Blood Moon Disaster: Slaaneshi Daemon's dependents and Khorne Daemons's dependents are about to break out into a full-scale conflict. Optional camp intervention: Slaanesh/Khorne/Humanity]
Fu Haoran chose humans without hesitation, it was almost a no-brainer.
However, after choosing a camp, Fu Haoran had no intention of getting involved.
The two Chaos Daemons, Slaanesh and Khorne, are mortal enemies themselves, and they might start fighting among themselves.
To put it another way, what if these two groups temporarily join forces?
Over the past year or so, Fu Haoran thinks that he has not fought any tough battles?
In terms of the number of people, can it compare to the overwhelming Genestealer Cult?
In terms of top-level force, can Lailis Hesperax be stronger than Drukhari?
In terms of feeling aggrieved and powerless, it is nothing compared to the time when I jumped into a gang war and got lost and almost got myself killed... Ahem, I just ignore this dark history.
According to the system details, those who came this time were all low-level dependents of Chaos, but they came to the world through Warp Rift.
Fu Haoran felt that as long as Slaanesh, Khorne and Greater Daemon did not end up personally, he would not take this small scene seriously at all.
If Greater Daemon really comes, we can only solve everything through nuclear settlement, which will save trouble and worry.
A convoy headed by President 1 owned by Cadillac entered the Gigafactory.
The leader, President No. 1, has a shiny car and an impressive aura.
The car door opened, and an old man with gray hair and a pale complexion stepped out of the car.
He was wearing a high-end black suit, leaning on a carved cane, with steady steps and cold eyes, like a lord patrolling his territory.
This person is North America, a veteran nobleman, Victor.
No one knows his true age. They only know that the Victor family has been entrenched in the west for hundreds of years. They are the largest landowners in Montana, and the property in their hands is even richer than the country.
There is a biologics company that has a monopoly on plasma collection across the United States and sells blood to poor people even if they look at it.
It is also home to several large hospitals and pharmaceutical companies.
Victor took two bodyguards with him, ignored the assistant at the door, and walked straight into Fu Haoran's office.
He glanced at the furnishings in the office with a hint of contempt on his lips, then sat down on his own, took a document from his subordinate, and pushed it across the table.
"The first payment is the water fee." Victor paused his cane and said in a cold voice, "90% of the groundwater rights around Yellowstone are all permanent private property registered with the state government by our Victor family. Your factory is downstream, and the water you use has to go through my pipeline. It costs 100 US dollars per ton and is settled monthly."
"The second payment is tolls."
"This section of Route 395 is a private road that my family bought out a hundred years ago. Your factory freight trucks will be charged $2,000 per trip, and it won't be a penny less."
"The last thing is the security fee. Yellowstone County Government outsources the security of the area to my security company."
"This project is charged on a per-capita basis, each person costs US$5,000 per month."
Fu Haoran took the file, browsed it quickly, and was almost amused.
Let's not talk about how outrageous the first two charging standards are. Let's just look at the third one...
"Mr. Victor, according to the content of this document, if a puppy happens to be raised in the factory, do you have to pay?" Fu Haoran asked.
Victor nodded noncommittally and said, "You can also choose not to hand it over, as long as you can afford the consequences."
Fu Haoran After hearing this, he was stunned for a second, and then he laughed softly, and the more he laughed, the more fierce he became.
When he was blackmailed and robbed at Warhammer Hive City, the other party would still find a high-sounding excuse. How about this old guy robbing him with unequal terms that he thought up with his ass?
Do you think you are Lafayette?!
Or do you think this was a hundred years ago?
"You mean, I have to pay you to drink water, I have to pay you to go out, and even the security guards in my factory have to pay you?"
Victor said expressionlessly, "Yes, this is the rule."
Fu Haoran smiled even happier.
He has seen extortionists, but never seen them extort so confidently.
"Okay, I understand." He waved his hand, "You go back and wait for notification."
Victor frowned. "What notification are you waiting for?"
"When I decide, I will beat the shit out of you all, or hang you all under the street lamp." Fu Haoran said without raising his head.
Victor's face instantly darkened, and his eyes were sinister. "You will regret these words. In Montana, those who break my rules will not live long."
He didn't bother any more and turned around to leave.
Fu Haoran didn't even raise his head.
He had heard too many people at Warhammer Hive City say they wanted him to regret it, but in the end it was Fu Haoran that made the other party regret it.
Victor Less than two hours after walking, the deafening roar of motorcycles was heard outside the factory, making the glass tremble.
Hundreds of Harley-Davidson motorcycles were rampaging and blocking the factory gate. The people on the cars were all wearing leather jackets, tattoos, and menacing faces. They were the famous bosozokus and motorcycle gangs in this area.
On the surface, they are street gangs who secretly smuggle arms, traffic people, and collect protection fees.
The leader, Lucian, had a scar across his cheek and a strong build.
Lucian held Cigar in his mouth and swaggered in with several of his subordinates.
"Newcomers should pay protection fees." Lucian puffed out smoke, "25 million a year, otherwise your factory will not be able to continue operating!"
"Get lost."
Fu Haoran frowned, completely annoyed.
Amerikan's idiots all think I'm easy to pinch? One or two of them dare to come to rip me off?
Or do you think you have a good temper?
"Get out!"
Lucian didn't take it seriously. Most people were angry when they heard about his blackmail.
As long as you put in a little strength, most of the things can be solved.
Lucian turned his head to signal, and the two-meter-tall black man behind him roared and rushed forward, his fist as big as a cattail leaf going straight to Fu Haoran's head.
Two security guards stepped forward to stop them, but the strong man waved his arms and threw them away. He couldn't get up for a long time.
Other security guards saw this and took action one after another.
However, Fu Haoran remained unmoved and stood motionless.
"Frightened silly?"
The strong man looked at it and showed a cruel smile. He had already planned to humiliate the pretty boy in front of him, leaving him half breathless.
But the next second.
Zira~
The strong man was trembling all over, and there was electricity all over his body.
I saw a security guard wearing Hive City bailiff equipment, using a power stick to inject the magic of "love" into the strong man.
By the time Lucian and others reacted, the strong man had already fallen to the ground and was foaming at the mouth.
This is the result of adjusting the power stick power to the lowest level.
Lucian's more than 100 people immediately went crazy. Some people put on finger tigers, and some began to take off their clothes.
However, there are people who are faster than them.
Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!
Tall Armored Vehicles rushed over one after another, and the machine gunners on them loaded their guns directly.
Lucian immediately opened his arms and stopped the younger brother behind him.
He knew he could only go so far today.
But he still didn't pay much attention, he just stared at Fu Haoran's back, raised his hand and scratched his neck hard, making a threatening gesture of wiping his neck, then waved and led his men away, cursing.
After the motorcycle convoy left the factory, a young man couldn't help but said, "BOSS, let's gather people now and level his factory!"
Lucian spat out the cigarette butt in his mouth, with a sinister look in his eyes. "Why are you so anxious? Let's make some trouble for Victor first and let that old guy know that we are back!"
That night, the pasture on the edge of Yellowstone Town.
Old Dutton was woken up by the rapid ringing of the phone.
"Boss, something happened! More than three hundred cows died in the cattle pen!"
"What?!" Old Dutton didn't dare to neglect, and immediately put on his coat and drove his Raptors pickup truck and rushed to the farm.
In the pasture, hundreds of beef cattle fell to the ground, their necks were bitten through, blood flowed all over the grass, and the wounds were huge and ferocious, definitely not the work of ordinary beasts.
The fence next to it was broken, and there were huge claw marks on the ground, each one more than an inch deep.
Old Dutton was so angry that his hands were shaking.
He never believed that there could be such a big wolf. Someone must have disguised himself as a wolf to avoid detection!
"This matter must not be forgotten!" Old Dutton took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.
Just after dawn, Victor brought people here.
He squatted next to the corpse and took only one glance before his expression darkened.
"What's going on?!" Old Dutton rushed up, his eyes were red, "We pay so much protection fees every year, and now we are dead, you have to give us an explanation!"
Victor stood up and said coldly, "I will handle it."
"How to deal with it?" Old Dutton said angrily, "How to deal with it? 300 of them died in one night, not counting those from other families!"
"Do you know how much a breeding cow is worth!"
"You won't tell me in the end that you were killed by a group of beasts?!"
"Don't fool me with this lame excuse from decades ago!"
This sentence completely angered Victor.
His body flashed so quickly that an afterimage appeared. He rushed in front of Old Dutton in an instant, grabbed Old Dutton's neck with one hand, and exerted force to lift him off the ground.
Old Dutton's feet were dangling in the air, his face turned purple from holding back, and he was trying hard to hold Victor's hand with both hands, but he couldn't move at all.
"Dad!"
"Dad!" Sulia screamed and rushed forward, beating Victor's arm desperately, "Let him go! Let go of my father!"
Victor looked down at the blond girl and suddenly froze.
Those eyes full of fear and anger were exactly the same as those of his dead daughter.
He let go.
Old Dutton fell to the ground, holding his throat and coughing violently.
Sulia supported him, his eyes filled with tears.
He suppressed the turbulence in his heart, his face turned cold again, and his tone was piercingly threatening. "Old man, the contract is to protect your life, not your livestock."
"If you dare to say nonsense again, you will be the next one to have your neck strangled."
After saying that, Victor turned around and left, his eyes extremely sinister. Lucian's provocation had already touched his bottom line.
The convoy left the ranch and Victor headed straight for a remote farm.
Several families of farmers live here. This year's harvest was extremely poor and they really couldn't afford to pay the land rent and security fees. The whole family knelt on the ground, kowtowing and begging.
"Master Victor, please give me a few days of grace, we really can't come up with the money!"
Victor walked forward slowly, condescendingly, and his tone was terrifyingly flat. "Here I am, there is no grace. Everyone is born with value, and the price has been clearly marked. If you don't have money, just pay it with your life."
The cold light flashed and slit the leading farmer's throat.
Blood splattered, Victor fingertips were stained with blood, put it in his mouth and licked it lightly.
The next second, sharp fangs sprouted from his mouth, and the whites of his eyes completely disappeared, leaving only darkness, showing his true nature as a vampire.
Then he spit out the blood in his mouth, with disgust on his face. "Trash, the blood is full of veterinary drugs and low-quality enhancers. It is so polluted that it can't even be used to make the lowest-grade plasma. It's worthless."
The bodyguards behind him immediately stepped forward and executed all the remaining people with swift and swift actions.
The corpse was quickly dragged into the processing plant at the rear. The workers were familiar with the process and first drained the blood from all over the body and sent it to the plasma workshop.
Then the body is disemboweled, all valuable internal organs are removed, sealed at low temperature and sent to a pharmaceutical factory.
In the end, even the bones are ground into powder and sold to feed mills, so that not a single hair is wasted.
There is no mercy at all. In the eyes of Victor, these people who cannot afford to pay are just walking commodities.
Back in the car, Victor said coldly, "Tell the people below to find Lucian's lair within three days, and then give them a meeting gift."
"Yes."
Victor closed his eyes again, and the rhythm of tapping the cane with his fingertips became faster and faster.
He knew that a long-awaited war was about to break out again.
But this time, where should we choose to start the war?
Suddenly, Victor thought of the Asian who dared to offend him during the day.
"Just in time, let's choose his factory as the battlefield."