Motoko Kusanagi remodeled the office that Lynn had assigned to her.
It's less of an office and more like a central nervous system.
Countless screens emitted a faint blue light.
She sat in the center, like a spider sitting at the core of its web.
Dense lines of code flowed across the screen, the intricate veins of the entire " Foresight " empire.
Personnel files, financial statements, material allocation, encrypted communications...
Everything was laid bare before her.
"Boss."
Motoko Kusanagi's voice came through the internal circuitry.
" John Miller, the deputy head of Research and Development Department III, has had seventeen unusual communications with Stane Industries ' secret mailbox in the past three months."
"I intercepted his encrypted communication; the content was a report on early design flaws in our repulsion field grenade."
"His bank account received an anonymous deposit of funds from Switzerland after each communication."
Lynn leaned back in his boss's chair, his eyes still closed, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest.
"Get rid of it."
"Yes."
There was a three-second silence on the other end of the line.
"Boss, based on the real-time location I provided, the security department apprehended Miller just as he was preparing to destroy the evidence. The relevant evidence chain has been generated into an encrypted file and sent to your terminal."
"Furthermore, I have simulated Miller's communication habits and encryption algorithms to send erroneous boot data to Stane Industries."
"This defect report is enough to set back their latest imitation plan by at least six months and cause direct losses of more than three million dollars."
"Very good. Where's that little guy in the finance department?"
"He embezzled $78,000 in military supplies procurement funds. I have frozen a total of eleven bank and trust accounts under his and his mistress's names, and submitted a complete anonymous report to the military logistics department's disciplinary inspection office in the name of a third party."
"As expected, the military police from the court-martial will be happy to knock on his door in half an hour."
"Well done."
Lynn waved.
"From now on, you handle these minor matters directly. I just need to see a report every day."
"Permissions confirmed."
This is the daily routine of the " Foresight "—a silent cleansing.
With the assistance of Motoko Kusanagi, a humanoid supercomputer, Lynn began a thorough overhaul of the vast empire he had built.
Those parasites, spies, and mediocre talents who infiltrated the company during its rapid growth were exposed one by one.
There was no trial, no hearing.
They received either a dismissal notice or a transfer order sending them to a Siberia mine to "contribute their remaining energy."
Those once high-ranking department heads vanished overnight.
The entire company was on edge.
Everyone felt that invisible eye hovering above their heads, indifferently watching their every move.
Lynn used the most ruthless methods to completely tame this self-made business behemoth into a War Machine that obeyed only him.
Once this machine is debugged to perfection, it's time to give it a more resounding and imposing name.
New York, Manhattan.
The brand-new skyscraper is now completely completed.
The building is constructed entirely of dark glass curtain walls and steel structure, with cold, hard lines that stand out from the surrounding classical-style buildings.
Today, this place is the focus of the entire world.
Reporters from all over the world crowded the area in front of the building, and the Flash were like a never-ending starry night.
Lynn Morris, dressed in a black suit, walked to the front of the stage surrounded by a group of military and political dignitaries.
Motoko Kusanagi her short purple hair, stood silently behind him like a shadow, clutching a folder.
In the crowd, the Department of Defense clapped with a complicated expression; his smile was more like a grimace.
Howard Stark, standing not far from him, crossed his arms, his eyes filled with a mixture of amazement and a defiant fighting spirit.
Lynn glanced over the throng of people at his own building, but there was no hint of smugness in his eyes.
"From today onwards, Foresight Holdings will become history."
Lynn's voice, transmitted through the Mike, resounded throughout the entire square and across the world.
"A brand new name will define the future."
He turned around and personally tore off the red cloth covering the gold plaque above the building entrance.
Vought International.
Thunderous applause and cheers erupted in the square.
Vought!
This name will travel with the radio waves to every corner of the world.
It represents victory, it represents miracles, it represents the man who created Soldier Boy, the Human Torch, and ended the war.
Lynn stood on the stage, enjoying the thunderous roar of the crowd.
From now on, he is no longer the director of the Office of Strategic Psychological Warfare hiding behind the scenes.
He is the chairman of Vought International.
He is the uncrowned king who commands war and capital.
The chairman's office on the top floor of the Vought building.
Outside the window, the bustling cityscape of Manhattan unfolds.
Lynn sat behind a large desk.
He had just finished a call with Motoko Kusanagi and was in a very good mood.
Just then, a familiar system notification sounded in my mind.
[Achievement: Company Opening]
[Condition: Formal registration and establishment of " Superhero Interactive Entertainment " as a company entity]
[Comment: From a makeshift operation to a professional team, you've earned the right to play by the rules.]
[Reward: One chance to draw]
Double happiness!
Lynn smiled slightly. Now that his family and business were large, the more capable people he had under his command, the better.
Especially Motoko Kusanagi.
We could never have too many multi-talented individuals who can be the head of hackers, the head of security, and also manage the company's internal affairs perfectly.
One more!
"Start extraction."
A virtual roulette wheel appeared, its pointer spinning rapidly before finally coming to rest on a name that exuded both exoticism and a sense of danger.
The roulette wheel disappeared.
[Congratulations, host! You have successfully drawn -- Selena Kayle ( Catwoman )]
A new character card has appeared.
The woman on the card is wearing a tight black leather outfit that accentuates her stunning curves.
She was wearing a cat-ear headgear, a faint smile on her face, and was playing with a huge diamond in her hand.
Lynn's smile vanished.
I even became somewhat disappointed.
Selena Kayle?
Catwoman?
A world-renowned thief?
Is there something wrong with the system?
He is now the chairman of Vought International.
What he needs is a CEO who can manage a vast business empire!
He is a general capable of suppressing a region!
He's a genius scientist who can revolutionize physics!
The system then sent him... a thief?
What's this?
Should she steal Red Skull's underwear to humiliate him?
Or should we break into the president's safe and see what secrets he doesn't want anyone to know are hidden inside?
Lynn leaned back in her chair, feeling somewhat speechless.
The Soldier Boy represents strength, capable of crushing any enemy in his path.
Professor Pyg represents mad science, capable of creating distorted works of art.
Human Torch is the embodiment of divinity, the perfect weapon of war, and a spiritual totem.
Motoko Kusanagi is the ghost of information, Guardian and a cleaner.
Each of them possesses a clear and irreplaceable strategic value.
What about Catwoman?
What can she bring?
Lock-picking skills and rooftop parkour abilities?
Lynn rubbed his temples, his gaze falling on the card.
Um...
Looking at it from another angle, her skills aren't entirely useless.
Some information is Motoko Kusanagi can't find in the online world.
Some physical items, like a secret document hidden in Switzerland bank vault or a politician's diary on his bedside table, can't be retrieved by Soldier Boy driving a bulldozer.
or...
He retrieved an original manuscript about the Arc Reactor from Howard Stark's heavily guarded private laboratory, a manuscript he could never have accessed online.
Sending her to do these dirty jobs... is that a good fit for her major?
Lynn's thoughts drifted, and an untimely idea suddenly popped into her head.
Keeping one by your side as a personal secretary wouldn't be bad, would it?