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Montana, Missouri River private dock.
Late at night, a luxury yacht slowly docked.
The lights on the pier were brightly lit, and the faces of the two dozen or so black-clad bodyguards had the words "Keep strangers out" written all over them.
Amelia stepped off the yacht, her long blond hair fluttering in the night breeze, her custom-made dress was well-tailored, and her steps were elegant.
This elegance and calmness comes from hundreds of years of accumulation.
As a great nobleman on equal footing with Victor, Amelia controls the commerce and trade of the underground kingdom.
It is no exaggeration to say that she Amelia is in charge of most of the finances of this underground kingdom.
On the pier, fifty security personnel were already waiting in line.
"Madam, the team is ready." The team leader stepped forward to report.
Amelia nodded and was about to get in the car.
In the distance, a wolf howled broke the silence of the night.
The leader immediately drew his gun. "Alert!"
As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen black shadows jumped down from the top of the container. They were too fast to see clearly. There was no sound when they landed, only the harsh friction of claws scratching the steel plate.
Gunshots rang out.
The escort team was well-trained and instantly formed a crossfire net, with bullets pouring like a torrential rain.
Those black figures were hit, and some fell down, but more came rushing towards them.
In the blink of an eye, the two sides fell into a close combat fight.
The claws ripped open the body armor, bitten the throat, and the sounds of broken bones came one after another.
The escort fought back desperately, and the bullets caused blood to splash, but the monsters continued to attack as if they could not feel the pain.
The team leader escorted Amelia toward the bulletproof vehicle. "Elder, retreat quickly!"
However, a black figure jumped down from the container and hit the roof of the bulletproof car, causing the roof to be dented on the spot.
The moment the guard turned around, he saw a bloody mouth open and swallowed his entire head.
The battle lasted less than ten minutes.
The dock was full of bullet casings and bloodstains, and none of the fifty guardsmen survived.
Bodies were torn into pieces, weapons were trampled to pieces, the tires of bulletproof cars were chewed out, and car doors were torn off.
Amelia was forced to the cargo box, and all the guards around him had fallen down.
She stared at the figure coming out of the darkness, her pupils turned into vertical lines, and her fangs protruded from her mouth.
"Lucian, are you crazy? Victor will not let you go!"
The huge figure walked up to her, slowly shrunk, and returned to human form.
Lucian The scars on his face were particularly clear under the moonlight. He grinned, showing a mouth full of fangs.
"It's been a hundred years, Amelia." His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper, "Your rules should be abolished."
Amelia took a step back and bumped into the cargo box.
Her hand touched the gun at her waist, and just as she was about to release it, Lucian's hand penetrated her chest and crushed her heart.
Amelia's body softened, his eyes slowly lost their luster, and black blood dripped from the corners of his mouth.
Her pupils still maintain the shape of vertical lines, her fangs are half exposed, and her eyes remain closed.
Lucian took out his hand and licked the blood from his fingers.
He glanced down at Amelia's body, then turned and walked into the darkness.
Behind him, the dock was dead silent, and only the smell of blood filled the night wind.
Yellowstone super factory, top floor office.
Fu Haoran stared at the report on Data Pad, his brows knitted into knots.
"Lower Hive needs five million new housing units." He rubbed his temples.
Apart from going to work, these Cultists spend the rest of their time either thinking about how to rebel or making babies.
What's more, Genestealers's teachings are even more clear that having more children is an obligation and responsibility. Only by frantically replenishing the population can we serve Four-Armed Emperor and cause trouble.
Fu Haoran turned the page and comforted himself, "At least the fifteen million soldiers in Tithe don't have to worry about it."
The problem is that Warhammer World's production capacity is all devoted to the military industry and the transformation of Mid-Hive, and it is really impossible to squeeze out excess production capacity to meet Lower Hive's housing needs.
There are many methods. The simplest method is to use wood to build a simple shed.
It is fast and efficient, and the wood chips can be reused after processing.
If you live with Genestealers, you don't have to worry about high methanol content and substandard environmental protection.
More importantly, if there really is a large-scale rebellion by Genestealers and the spread of pollution by Chaos, the entire purification zone can be cleared with just one fire, saving time and effort.
Genestealers is a consumable product, so there is no need to consider the follow-up.
Fire is the best means of purification.
But Mid-Hive doesn't work.
Mid-Hive is the core of his rule. The military production capacity and garrison garrison are all located here. He must not be careless.
Another report showed that the main structure of Honeycomb Building is intact, but the internal living units are seriously damaged, the expansion of the garrison and military workshops is blocked, and there is a lack of high-strength modular building materials.
The only solution is the Plastisteel modular mobile home.
This thing is lightweight, high-strength, corrosion-resistant, and anti-Genestealers claws. It is quick to assemble and disassemble. You can just plug it into the Honeycomb Building and use it.
It can be transformed into a living unit, and can also be used as a temporary armory and field medical station, perfectly adapting to the transformation needs of Hive City.
The problem is that the production capacity of Warhammer World is simply not enough.
It can only be solved by 2K World.
This is the perfect solution.
Fu Haoran ordered, "Send an invitation to Victor. I want to discuss a business deal with this old neighbor. I hope he can be more understanding."
At the same time, Victor's private estate.
The door of the study room was slammed open, and his men rushed in, shouting in a panic, "Sir! Something happened at the dock! Elder Amelia was attacked and died on the spot! No one survived at the scene!"
Victor The crystal cup in his hand suddenly hit the ground and broke into pieces.
He raised his head suddenly, his eyes instantly darkened, and his sharp fangs poked out from the corners of his mouth uncontrollably.
"Who did it?"
"All the surveillance cameras were destroyed and no one was photographed. The only thing at the scene was..." The bodyguard swallowed, "Only the continuous howling of wolves was recorded."
Victor closed his eyes and pinched his knuckles until they turned white.
He knew who did it without checking.
Except for Lucian, no one else could kill Amelia's three hundred elite guards overnight!
The problem now is far more than the death of a close elder.
Once Amelia dies, Europe's business will be shut down, the private dock that has been operating for a century will be destroyed, and the smuggling import line will be completely cut off.
Lucian directly overturned the armistice agreement that had lasted for hundreds of years.
Let the old and new grudges be settled together.
He opened his eyes, and the rage in his eyes disappeared without a trace, and he turned back into the noble and calm old rich man.
"What else?"
At this moment, the assistant knocked on the door and came in, and said cautiously, "Sir, Fu Haoran from DYB Company has sent an invitation to discuss forest land acquisition with you. I hope to meet you."
Victor instinctively wants to refuse.
He lived for hundreds of years, and his fascination with the land was deeply rooted in his bones.
But when the words came to his lips, he suddenly changed his tune.
"Okay, tell him that the forest farm involves the interests of residents in surrounding towns and needs to be discussed together."
"Let him hold a banquet and invite the surrounding farmers and small town residents. As long as he can convince the people present, I will consider selling the forest farm."
After the assistant bowed and retreated, a sinister smile appeared at the corner of Victor's mouth.
Of course he can't sell the forestry farm.
The tree farm has considerable profits and is a sustainable cash cow, so of course he refuses to sell it.
A banquet can not only push the ignorant yellow skin to the forefront, but also use this situation to trap Lucian to death.
As an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years, he knows how to use rules to deal with troubles cleanly.
Victor dialed an encrypted number.
"General Hamilton, there is new information about the group of violent mutants that I reported to you last time."
"They have been frequently active near Yellowstone DYB Superfactory recently. I think you need to carry out a large-scale clearing operation."
"To express my support for this action, I will transfer 5 million US dollars into your personal account to express my gratitude."
On the other end of the phone, Major General Hamilton responded readily.
Victor hung up the phone and dialed another number. "I want a group of desperadoes. Money is not an issue. I'll pay the balance when the deal is done."
After hanging up the phone, Victor leaned back in his chair and smiled even more proudly.
The mercenary goes first, and if he dies, the balance will not be paid.
National Guard was responsible for the cleanup. If he died, the local finance would take care of it. He had nothing to do with it.
It's done, with the help of the official, two serious problems, one big and one small, can be eliminated at once.
The failure was due to National Guard's law enforcement error. He was a law-abiding businessman who cooperated with the authorities throughout the entire process and did not bear any responsibility.
He leaned on the back of the chair, his fingertips<i class="icon icon-uniE06C"></i><i class="icon icon-uniE0F9"></i> touching the rim of the crystal cup, his smile as sinister as a dormant poisonous snake.
Yellowstone Town, Motel.
Tom was nestled in a moldy room, staring at DYB Company's information on the computer, his eyes filled with red bloodshot eyes.
After being fired from Goldman Sachs, he did not return to New York.
He determined that this company hidden in Gobi was his only chance to make a comeback in his life.
Late at night, there was suddenly a dense roar of engines outside the window.
Tom stood up suddenly, opened a corner of the curtain, and was stunned for a moment.
On the road, a dozen black off-road vehicles lined up in a long queue, their lights glaring.
Tom had just sat back when there was a bigger noise outside. Tom couldn't help but go out to look again. This time he saw a large number of National Guard.
Only this time, National Guard drove in another direction.
"What's going on? Did something happen?"
Tom gritted his teeth, picked up his phone, grabbed his coat and rushed out.
Regardless of whether it's a blessing or a curse, this is his only chance to make a comeback in his life.
Abandoned factory.
Hundreds of mercenaries got out of the car, and they quickly surrounded the entire building, fully armed.
The captain leading the team stared at the information in his hand, with a serious expression on his face, and growled into the communicator, "The target is on the second floor. Clear them all, leaving no survivors."
The soldiers filed in, their tactical footsteps stepping on the ground covered with sawdust, and only a slight sound echoed in the empty factory building.
Everything went extremely smoothly.
They found the group of motorcycle gangs on the second floor, more than twenty people, gathering together to drink, play cards and watch the idle activities.
Lucian raised his head and looked at the dark muzzles of the guns. Instead of being afraid, he smiled.
There was a kind of excitement and bloodlust in that smile that could send chills down the spine.
The leader of the team had an alarm bell ringing in his heart. "Fire! Fire quickly!"
Gunshots exploded, and bullets poured out like a torrential rain.
But... the motorcycle gangsters who were shot did not fall.
Someone was punched in the shoulder and was bleeding profusely, but he just looked down at the wound, then raised his head, revealing a mouth full of fangs.
Someone was hit in the chest, staggered two steps, and then stood still. The wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Lucian stood up and took off his battered leather jacket, revealing his knotted muscles.
"It's ridiculous." His voice was low and hoarse, like a beast roaring, "Weapons like yours can't kill us."
He raised his head and let out a hoarse roar.
The men around him had grown visibly larger in size, their clothes were torn, and their thick hair came out from under their skin. Some had fangs, some had their nails turned into claws, and some had their entire faces distorted into the appearance of a wolf.
The officer's pupils shrank suddenly and he almost lost his grip on the gun in his hand.
"Okay everyone," Lucian licked the corner of his mouth and showed a bloodthirsty smile, "Dinner is ready."
The sound of gunshots, screams, and bones breaking all mixed into one.
A few minutes later, Lucian picked up the communicator from a corpse and read the information inside.
Suddenly, a person received a message on his mobile phone. "After cleaning it up, bring the body to see me and pay the balance after inspection."
The address below is the Yellowstone super factory.
Lucian grinned, threw the communicator on the ground, and crushed it with his foot.
"Victor, that old guy, wants to borrow a knife to kill someone?" He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes full of violence, "Okay. Then reciprocate."
He turned around and looked out the window at the brightly lit super factory deep in Gobi.
"Brothers, dinner is served tonight."
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