In Pentagon's top-secret conference room, Tom was sitting at the end of the long table, with sweaty palms.
The greatest official he has ever seen in his life is the president of the university.
Now, the Secretary of Defense, the Chief of Staff of the Army, the Director of the CIA, and even the President himself were all sitting across from him, staring at him.
Three days ago, the FBI knocked on the door of his Yellowstone hotel and took him onto a transport plane without portholes.
He thought he had committed something, and it was not until the plane landed and he was brought into this conference room that he realized that he was one of the few witnesses to the attack.
In other words, it is a person who has experienced a complete event.
Tom stumbled and finished reporting what happened that night.
"I hid outside the DYB factory and only saw the second half of the close combat cleanup."
"DYB's security personnel used modified electrified short sticks and Chainsword for close combat. Most of them used electric vehicles self-developed in their factory during pursuit."
The Army Chief of Staff frowned. "Where is the Laser weapon? Have you seen the Laser?"
Tom swallowed. "I... I'm not sure whether it was Laser or a tracer bullet."
"When I arrived, the werewolves had already broken into the factory."
Although I didn't get the answer I wanted, no one continued to ask questions, and the atmosphere became much more relaxed.
How can forces that can use Laser weapons engage in hand-to-hand combat? This is not a space opera.
The president leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh of relief.
It's not an infiltration of foreign forces, it's not a mysterious army, it's just a modified toy of a local tycoon. Chainsword, electric baton, electric car chasing people... sounds like an armed party of a red-necked upstart.
What all senior officials fear most is foreign forces sneaking into the country and using black technology beyond United States military.
It took a long time, but it was just a local technology company that used modified civilian equipment to deal with mutant monsters. It was not considered a national threat.
"Is there anything else?" the CIA director asked.
Tom hesitated for a moment and called up a video from his mobile phone, "I captured this."
In the picture, an engineer wearing a metal exoskeleton lifted a battery pack weighing hundreds of kilograms with one hand, as easily as he was carrying a glass of water.
The conference room fell silent for an instant.
The Minister of Defense suddenly smelled the oil and water of the new project and couldn't wait to ask, "What is this?"
"The exoskeleton they use to move goods in the factory." Tom said cautiously.
All the officers in the audience looked at each other instantly, their eyes filled with ecstasy.
The military spent more than one billion dollars to develop the TALOS future warrior exoskeleton, but it has been unfinished for more than ten years. It is overweight, has a battery life of only 2 hours, has a high failure rate, and cannot be installed at all.
A civilian company that specializes in power bank actually turned this technology into a mass-produced product?
Everyone present is a veteran, and they have already seen a new project that can swindle funds from the Congress.
As for the threat... come on, compared to the illusory threat of infiltration, military technology that can be implemented is the real political achievements and profit.
The president immediately made the decision and said decisively, "Set up a special investigation team and go to Yellowstone DYB Superfactory immediately."
"The name is... to verify the attack."
Everyone smiled tacitly. The purpose of verifying the attack was to get a feel for their technology and assess its value for military conversion.
The Pentagon technical team worked overtime overnight to analyze the missile debris dug out from the ruins of the Victor Manor.
When the report came out, everyone was silent.
"Sir, it is confirmed that it is our current GBU-28 ground-penetrating projectile. The serial number has been deliberately removed, and the material and structure are exactly the same."
The Minister of Defense was furious and slapped the table and ordered, "Immediately start an audit of all military arsenals, thoroughly check all entry and exit records within five years, and find out the source of the theft!"
The Army Chief of Staff stood up suddenly, held him down, and said in a stern tone, "You don't want your life?"
"When Pentagon was audited, the special plane of the leading audit team crashed directly. Have you forgotten about this?"
"Our military's account is a bottomless black hole. A cup of coffee costs US$1,000, a steak costs US$10,000, and the whereabouts of billions of arms are a mystery. If you look into it, it will be a shocking scandal."
"Whoever audits will die. Can you handle it, or can the president handle it?"
The whole place was dead silent.
Everyone woke up instantly.
This matter must not be investigated in depth, otherwise the whole Pentagon will be overturned.
The Minister of Defense rubbed his temples and asked, "So what do you mean..."
"This matter must not be investigated in depth." The Army Chief of Staff blew out a smoke ring, "If it continues to be investigated, it will be the United States military scandal of the century. No one can handle it, including the president."
"As usual, we treat it as if it is a civilian modified explosive, send an investigation team to go through the motions, and then suppress the matter completely."
Everyone looked at each other and nodded in agreement.
No one realizes that their own black account has become Fu Haoran's most reliable safety net.
Yellowstone Town, people are in panic.
Victor's entire clan was destroyed, the century-old manor was reduced to scorched earth, and the forces that had been entrenched in the local area for two hundred years were completely wiped out.
However, the rednecks who were attached to Victor panicked.
They have been oppressed all their lives and are used to Victor's meanness and oppression. Now that Victor is no longer here, they feel very uncomfortable.
Most importantly, the job is gone!
Most importantly, the job is gone!
Of course, some people are happy, and the happiest person is the governor.
He has been coveting Victor's territory for a long time. Now that the other party is dead and unowned assets are everywhere, he just puts it up for auction to make a fortune in political achievements and black gold.
The only headache is the chaos in the town. If it is not handled well, it will affect the re-election.
The governor was worrying about the property rights documents. Fu Haoran's lawyer and investment consultant Jimmy walked in directly and slapped a stack of documents on the table.
"Mr. Governor, DYB Technology plans to acquire three assets: Yellowstone Forest Farm's entire land ownership, Yellowstone Lake's exclusive water rights, and West Coast Inland Wharf."
The governor was stunned for a moment. "Don't want farms and manors? Those are the most valuable!"
Jimmy smiled, "Our boss is not interested in farming."
The governor almost laughed out loud after flipping through the documents.
He was most afraid of someone snatching pastures, plantations, and shops in towns that could be quickly converted into cash. As a result, Fu Haoran didn't touch them at all and only picked on the junk in his eyes.
The forest farm is full of trees. Although the wood is quite valuable, there is still money to be paid for fire prevention every year, and the labor costs are extremely expensive. All you earn is hard-earned money.
Yellowstone Lake is just an inland lake with no shipping value. In his eyes, it is just a pool of stagnant water.
The terminal is in a remote location, the waterway is quite deep, and the throughput is good. However, the foundation is too poor and requires a huge investment of funds to operate. Who would be willing to invest so much money?
Jimmy also submitted a joint consent form from the farmers, which was signed and approved by all farmers in the town.
The governor wrote and signed on the spot, which was extremely refreshing.
Someone paid money to pick up Messy Situation and help him appease the refugees. It was like pie in the sky. He didn't even realize that what he was selling was Yellowstone's lifeblood.
The governor has no idea that although the forest farm cannot make a lot of money, it can win people's hearts. After all, most of the residents of Yellowstone Town depend on the forest farm for their livelihood.
The water source blocks factory production and pasture. With these two in hand, Yellowstone has completely become the Garden of Nurgle after Fu Haoran, and no one else can get involved.
Just after the contract was signed, a group of men in black broke in.
The leader showed his CIA certificate. "This transaction involves a local attack. The assets need to be temporarily frozen and the transaction is suspended."
The governor's face turned green. "If someone buys a broken pier, what kind of national security will it threaten?"
In this regard, the CIA did not give an explanation, but bluntly said to Jimmy, "Notify your boss that we will go there to investigate in a few days and let him be prepared."
Fu Haoran, who learned the news, did not say much and just asked his lawyer Jimmy to continue following up.
After hanging up the phone, Fu Haoran complained in a low voice to the drawings. Only he could hear. "If Hive City wasn't waiting for wood to build houses and waiting for the dock to transport supplies, who would be willing to argue with these people in this damn place."
On the drawing, one is a production line for civilian thermos cup shells, and the other is a production line for artillery shells of the same specifications.
The two lines share the same set of stamping equipment, and they can switch seamlessly by just changing the mold.
This is a little secret that he keeps hidden from the light. He has a lot of little secrets like this.
"Hey, before you are still young, keep a low profile if you can, cooperate if you can, and it will all pass if you endure it." Fu Haoran comforted himself.
Two days later, at the entrance of Yellowstone Super Factory.
Tom walked in the front, wearing a brand new FBI windbreaker, followed by a dozen expressionless "entourage".
He knew that he was just a cover and these people were the real representatives of the military.
Fu Haoran came out to greet him personally, his attitude was neither humble nor overbearing, with just the right amount of politeness on his face:
"You can check as you like. The core battery production line involves trade secrets and can only be viewed from a distance. No entry is allowed. The rest of the area is open to the public."
The first stop is the battery production line.
On the assembly line, Mechanical Arm is running at high speed, and there is no one in the entire process from feeding the cells to packaging.
The military representatives showed little interest, and no matter how good the battery was, it could not help them fight the war.
The turning point came in the assembly shop.
An engineer wears a lightweight exoskeleton and lifts a battery pack weighing hundreds of kilograms with one hand as easily as he is carrying a glass of water.
Mark pretended to be surprised and asked, "Wait! What is this?"
Fu Haoran introduced, "The active exoskeleton is used for workers to move heavy objects. It weighs 8 kg, has a rated load of 80 kg, has a battery life of 72 hours, is waterproof and dustproof, and supports fast charging."
Mark circled around the engineer three times and asked, "Are you selling this thing?"
Fu Haoran doesn't really want to sell it, so he plans to quote the price to the more expensive one. "It's a bit expensive, about US$90,000 per set."
Mark raised his head in disbelief, looked at Fu Haoran with the eyes of a poor man, and complained in his heart:
"Chinese Americans really have never seen the world. A set of US$90,000 is considered expensive. The unfinished equipment of the R&D department that has been unfinished for more than ten years costs hundreds of thousands of US dollars more."
Mark immediately made a calculation in his mind. This set of equipment was reported to Congress and requested to be installed with Delta Force and Navy SEALs. Is the quoted price of US$900,000 too cheap?
"Mr. Fu, I want to purchase 100 sets first, and I hope you can support it." Mark said it was a request, but his tone was unquestionable.
Just a hundred sets? This requirement is simple.
Fu Haoran nodded. "Okay."
Just a hundred sets? This requirement is simple.
Fu Haoran nodded. "Okay."
At the end of the visit, Mark said nonchalantly, "Mr. Fu, have you heard? Yellowstone National Guard colluded with Victor and all members were dismissed, leaving an infantry company vacant. Are you interested in filling this vacancy?"
"Can I?" Fu Haoran found it incredible.
"Although in name it cannot be outsourced to private individuals, you know the actual situation. As long as you have money, nothing is impossible." Mark showed an expression that you know.
"Of course, the most important thing is this attack. The Guards suffered heavy casualties. No one wants to join the army. The state is very sure that you have enough reputation in the local area and the factory has a security foundation. They intend to let you take the lead in name and give you the rank of captain."
"Of course, the military salary will be divided in half, the weapons quota will be halved, and you will need to make up the remaining part by yourself. You can consider it if you are willing."
Mark originally thought that the other party would refuse. After all, the conditions were too harsh. He just wanted to give it a try.
Fu Haoran finally realized that the reputation mentioned by the system actually had this effect.
Fu Haoran thought for a moment, then nodded. "Okay."
Mark is a little confused. Is there any fool willing to agree?
How did he know that Fu Haoran never wanted that little military pay.
"Associating the security team with National Guard is equivalent to completely legalizing private armed forces. Even if someone comes to inspect the factory in the future, they must weigh it first."
"This small loss is like a free amulet."
Fu Haoran thinks this deal is worth it.
Mark Before leaving, he suddenly turned around. "By the way, I asked the CIA to let the transfer of your assets go. It's just a meeting gift."
A week later, Pentagon.
The investigation team's report was formally submitted, with praise throughout, characterizing DYB Technology as a benchmark for United States manufacturing reshoring, proud of local technological innovation, and a model enterprise for non-governmental anti-terrorism.
The negative association with the attack was completely erased, and sensitive content such as ground-penetrating bombs and beam weapons was not mentioned at all.
All the officers who participated in the investigation received procurement kickbacks and political performance benefits, tacitly whitewashing Fu Haoran as a good entrepreneur.
No one thinks this is a bad move.
Isn't it just to find a foundry and give me money here and stuff there?
At most, it can be regarded as a dog.
You said that their development and growth will backfire on them Amerikan?
What a joke, we Amerikan have so many dogs, which one will not be beaten to death after biting its owner?
As long as a military OEM company cuts off orders, it will die in a matter of minutes.
Soon, Fu Haoran received the report. Looking at the United States military cooperation agreement in his hand, he couldn't laugh or cry.
He just wanted to quietly set up a logistics base and stock up supplies for Warhammer Hive City. However, he accidentally became the core supplier of United States military, the actual controller of Yellowstone, and even legalized private armed forces.
This absurd comedy effect made him couldn't help but shake his head.
"Just love it." Fu Haoran didn't take it seriously at all.
But the system refused to give him peace of mind, and the harsh beep sounded again, clearly indicating that something was going to happen.