In an open space in the experimental zone, several people stood around the "Terminator" nuclear bomb, clicking their tongues in amazement. Liu Yuanying asked curiously, "What's its yield?"
"Only a hundred kilotons, but there's almost no radiation," Huang Tian said. "The company's still too small. Our industrial base isn't strong enough, and qi-powered workers are scarce. With the situation growing tenser by the day, I decided to put together a little something first, to make the countries of the world calm down and stop acting so rashly."
Ma Zhang chuckled. "Control the violence, and people will listen like obedient children."
Ou Ling swept back her hair. "Once we use this, the company's going to expand in a big way, isn't it?"
"Yeah. We've actually come up with plenty of good things these past few months, but the stakes are too high to reveal them. Once the mushroom bomb goes off, though, I doubt anyone will dare covet what's ours," Bao Baiqi said.
"Actually, it's the opposite. More and more people will covet the company. Who wouldn't want to control the world's ultimate weapon?" Kang Jietao raised his right arm and flexed. "But don't worry. I'll step in!"
"Eugh." Everyone cringed at his cheesy display.
Kang Jietao blushed. "Of course, there's all of you too. It's been almost a year since we arrived in Shenghai, and even the weakest among us is at mid-Mystic Communion. Liu Yuanying is only a hair's breadth from the Third Stage. Our team alone could beat a small army.
"Then there's the company's security force: hundreds of people, every last one at least at the Inner Refining realm, armed with heavy machine guns and backed by artillery. If they charged straight through, even the tens of thousands of troops under Wan Wulong would be wiped out.