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Chapter 93 The Mitten Building is Invaded Again, and the Face Is About to Be Torn Apart (4500)

"Boss, our office has been emptied again, and several employees have been injured."

Upon hearing Shen Yingtang's voice on the other end of the phone, Fang Qingzhou rubbed his temples and replied with a slight headache.

"I see."

This is the third time this week that the Miteng office building has been ransacked. Within just three hours of the announcement about the neuro-muscle synchronization mapping technology being released, someone broke into the Miteng office building.

Since the last time a corporate spy infiltrated and stole data, Fang Qingzhou spent a lot of money to upgrade Miteng's security system and even arranged for police officers he had exchanged in Raccoon City to work as security personnel.

However, the intruders that night were a group of highly trained and skilled fighters. The Raccoon City police officers resisted for a while but were all subdued and knocked unconscious, only waking up the next morning.

It was only after Shen Yingtang arrived at work and found the office in such a mess that she called the police.

Miteng is a well-known and prominent company in Deep Blue City. The police immediately sent people to investigate the situation and assured that they would increase the number of police officers guarding the area.

The security team leader told the police that the intruders were not ordinary thieves, but more like soldiers or special agents, and hoped that he could request to transfer some more capable people.

Then the next night, the squad leader saw that the group of people who had robbed them the night before had changed into police uniforms and transformed into security personnel sent by the police.

Well, I don't even want to act anymore.

Fang Qingzhou felt as if the sky in Shenhai City had turned dark, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn't fight city hall, so he had to swallow his pride and bear it.

He originally thought that since there was nothing important in the house and these people could provide protection, he would just let it go.

He had Shen Yingtang purchase a new batch of computers and restore the office to its original state, with everything running normally again.

But that very evening, all of the new computers disappeared.

This time, it wasn't the security personnel in police uniforms outside who made the move, but a group of Fusang ninjas dressed in dark blue ninja uniforms.

They sneaked into the office building silently like ghosts, and when the employees came to work the next morning, all the computers on the floor had vanished.

The police officers responsible for security did absolutely nothing last night. They neither discovered the intruders nor stopped the retreating ninjas, and even the surveillance footage was completely wiped clean.

Fang Qingzhou was so angry that he sent Shen Yingtang to question the police officers about what they had been doing last night.

The police explained that all their communication channels and surveillance systems were hacked by unknown hackers last night, causing the command chain and early warning system to completely collapse, which is why their response was not timely.

They promised to double the number of officers to strengthen security, and indeed, the number of officers did double. There were almost more uniformed officers patrolling outside the office building than office workers inside.

Fang Qingzhou endured it again. He bought another batch of computers, and this time he finally had a few days of peace, but just now he was robbed again.

This time, a group of burly, masked bandits speaking with a northern accent arrived.

This time, the police officers stationed downstairs finally got their act together; they engaged in a direct firefight with the group of ruthless thugs.

However, those ruthless bandits actually pulled out machine guns, and their firepower far exceeded what ordinary police equipment could handle. The police were beaten to a pulp, and their newly purchased computers were taken completely.

Moreover, those mad thugs planted a time bomb in the office before they retreated, which blew up the entire floor.

Fortunately, all the employees in the office building evacuated as soon as the gunshots rang out downstairs, and there were no casualties.

Fang Qingzhou listened to Shen Yingtang's report while looking at the news on his computer screen.

At this time, the bombing of Miteng Company had already made headlines in major media outlets in Yan Country. In the footage taken by reporters, firefighters could be seen using water cannons to spray water into the charred floors to extinguish the fire.

But the TV presenter, without batting an eye, reported: "This afternoon, a gas leak occurred in the cafeteria of the Miteng Company building in Shenhai City due to aging gas pipes, causing a localized fire and explosion. The fire department has arrived at the scene promptly and is handling the situation. There are currently no casualties."

Casualty report.

Upon hearing this explanation, Fang Qingzhou was so angry he laughed. Anyone who didn't know better would think Deep Blue City was Fuyuki City.

On the other end of the phone, Shen Yingtang reported that the relevant departments above had already sent someone to give instructions, requiring all Miteng employees who knew about the situation to refrain from disclosing the true circumstances of what happened in the office building.

Fang Qingzhou didn't listen to what happened next. He hung up the phone and dialed another number.

"What on earth is going on? What did you do again? Now you're not only stealing my things and blowing up my building, but you're also trying to gag me?!" Fang Qingzhou said, barely suppressing his anger.

Shortly after the announcement was released, he received a call from Lu Fuyun, who got straight to the point, saying that the military wanted to acquire Miteng's newly announced neuro-muscle synchronization mapping technology, and the price was negotiable.

However, Fang Qingzhou still harbored resentment over the previous warning. It was this man surnamed Lu who pressured him on behalf of the military, forcing him to withdraw all publicity for Resident Evil, causing him to lose over a billion yuan in promotional expenses.

Besides, this technology was just something he made up to appease the media and players; why would he sell it?

After he directly rejected Lu Fuyun's acquisition proposal, Mi Teng was robbed that very night.

Fang Qingzhou knew very well who did it, so he had been tolerating it, but now that they had directly used a bomb to blow up the building, he could no longer tolerate it.

If he had been in Mitten's office instead of Nushantara during that time, would that bomb have directly killed him?

He'll be blown up? Although he's quite strong now and has the damage reduction from a high-level Bristleback, that's a bomb, and it might just blow him up.

"Mr. Fang, I'm sorry, I didn't expect things to turn out this way, but I can assure you that we definitely didn't do it, and my men were also injured." Lu Fuyun's voice came from the other end of the phone.

He was sitting in a black sedan parked on the street opposite the Mitten Building, looking through the tinted windows at the people outside who were busy cleaning up the scene.

A professional team in protective suits is using a powerful cleaner to wash away the bullet marks and bloodstains remaining on the wall, while several people in plainclothes are deleting all the cell phone videos taken by nearby witnesses.

This is the first time in decades that a gunfight of this scale has occurred in the urban area of ​​Deepsea City. This news must be suppressed at all costs, otherwise it will cause a huge uproar and create a large number of uncontrollable social instability factors.

Lu Fuyun's face was extremely grim. He couldn't understand why his originally flawless plan had turned into this situation.

He admitted that he did give the order to first send people to infiltrate Mi Teng's office, and that he arranged the operation immediately after Fang Qingzhou explicitly refused to sell the technology.

If you can't buy it, then find it yourself.

Moreover, he was certain that other forces would flock to Fang Qingzhou after he rejected them.

The Miteng Building happens to be located in Shenhai City, within his jurisdiction, giving him a perfect advantage to gain access to the area before anyone else could.

I obtained the technical documents beforehand.

However, after the computers were brought back, the technical experts turned all the hard drives upside down, but they couldn't find a single line of code related to that technology.

With no other option, he had to activate Plan B, having his elite squad disguised as police officers and stationed outside Miteng's office building under the guise of security. This served two purposes: to demonstrate his political power to Fang Qingzhou and to wait for the next wave of intruders to walk right into his trap.

That very evening, his plainclothes squad discovered that someone was indeed trying to break into Mitten's office again.

Lu Fuyun knew that the ninjas couldn't possibly find anything useful in the office that had already been emptied, so he didn't bother with it. This would allow Fang Qingzhou to see how many more people would try to take advantage of him.

After the second wave of Japanese ninjas retreated, Lu Fuyun planned to have his men take action when the third wave of invaders appeared, capturing all of them to prove to Fang Qingzhou that the military had the strength and sincerity to protect Mi Teng.

But to his utter surprise, the third group to arrive were from the Northern Alliance, and these people were even more audacious than to use machine guns and bombs in the city.

They had absolutely no contingency plan for this situation, made a complete fool of themselves in front of Miteng, and had to humbly beg Miteng's employees not to reveal the truth.

However, it might not be a bad thing, as it could make the young boss of Miteng realize just how dangerous his current situation really is.

Mitten's new technology is truly terrifying. It will definitely be used to train soldiers, and the country that obtains this technology will have a greater chance of winning in the next war.

No matter what means he has to use, he must obtain this technology. However, Fang Qingzhou has been in Nushantala for some time now, and it won't be easy to deal with him abroad.

"Mr. Fang, your current situation is far too dangerous. Someone could try to kidnap you at any moment. Go back to Yan Country. We will arrange for professional people to protect you closely. We can discuss the technical matters later," Lu Fuyun said in a tone as sincere as possible.

"Heh—" Fang Qingzhou sneered. He could tell that the guy opposite him was the one who wanted to kidnap him the most right now.

"How many times do I have to say it? I'm just a game developer. All that technology was provided by others. I don't have any data or information at all. Do you really believe that a game company owner like me could have such amazing technology?"

"Then I hope Mr. Fang can act as an intermediary and introduce us to that technology provider. Money is not a problem, and you can name your terms," ​​Lu Fuyun continued.

He also found it hard to believe that a small company like Mitten, which had recently been struggling to go bankrupt, could independently develop a technology that would revolutionize the entire field of neuroscience.

From the first-aid sprays in Resident Evil that far surpassed current biotechnology to this mysterious technology that allows players to directly learn game skills, there is definitely a technology provider behind Miteng that they have yet to find any clues about.

However, the military's investigation department has thoroughly investigated Miteng's supply chain, shareholder background, and even the communication records of all its employees, but they haven't found a trace of the behind-the-scenes financier.

They could only target Fang Qingzhou, their sole intermediary.

"Since you guys are so capable, then figure it out yourselves." Fang Qingzhou didn't want to talk anymore and hung up the phone.

He then called his secretary, Shen Yingtang.

"Go and find out right now how many of the employees at Miteng's headquarters are willing to work in Nushantara. Those who are willing will have their salaries increased by half, and the company will arrange accommodation. Those with family members can bring them along. Those who are unwilling will have an office building rented in the city center of Deepsea City. It will serve as Miteng's branch in Yan Country, specifically handling the operation of theme parks and the sales of peripheral products. Their benefits will remain unchanged," Fang Qingzhou said in an uncompromising tone.

He plans to relocate all of Miteng's core business to Nushantala. Right now, Miteng is like a piece of fatty meat roasting on a fire, so tempting that everyone who smells it wants to take a bite.

Yan is not safe at all now. Military personnel can impersonate police officers and stand guard at the entrance of his company, ruthless bandits from the Northern Alliance can pull out machine guns and start shooting in the city center, and Japanese ninjas can come and go as they please in his office like a convenience store.

Other countries are equally unsafe; only Nusantara, the tropical island nation he spent hundreds of millions to bribe from top to bottom, is currently the only place that can give him a little peace of mind.

"Understood." Shen Yingtang on the other end of the phone paused for a moment, then replied crisply.

After hanging up, Fang Qingzhou dialed a third number. "Ma Wen, how's things going on your end?"

"Reporting to the boss, everything is going smoothly. As per your previous instructions, I have completed two rounds of supplies distribution and subsidy registration at several outposts, and the soldiers' feedback has been very positive." Marvin's voice came through the receiver, as steady and reliable as ever.

"How many people can you control right now?" Fang Qingzhou continued to ask.

"If needed, I can pull out at least three hundred men from the camp at any time," Marvin reported a number.

Fang Qingzhou's efforts in Nusantara have continued unabated since the day the Umbrella factory was established.

He used money to bribe local officers to get Marvin and several other key members of the Raccoon City Police Department into the military as junior instructors, and then began to provide those soldiers with benefits, subsidies, improved food, and repaired barracks.

In small countries like Nusantara, military spending has been cut year after year, and the lives of rank-and-file soldiers are not much better than those of civilians. Military pay is often delayed, and training equipment is outdated and inadequate.

This money was nothing to the military high command, but to the lower-ranking soldiers, Marvin was a windfall.

They looked at Marvin with more affection than they would at their own father, and if needed, a single word from Marvin could command even more influence than those so-called generals.

It can be said that Fang Qingzhou was using money to gradually corrupt Nushantara's army, slowly turning those low-ranking soldiers forgotten by the government into his personal private army.

These soldiers' combat effectiveness was indeed not very good; they couldn't compare to elite special forces like the Nine-Tailed Fox or Giant Bear squads, but...

They were more than capable of serving as cannon fodder, maintaining the defensive line, and forming a human barrier around the factory.

He even sent people to regularly distribute free food and Umbrella's usual medicines in the slums of Nusantara. This was not to act as a philanthropist, but to ensure that these people would be his most loyal voter base in the next election.

When the time is right, he will put a compliant puppet on the throne as president, and the whole of Nushantara will become his backyard, but that is still too far away.

"Very good. You need to be prepared to bring people over at any time to set up a defensive line outside the factory." Fang Qingzhou hung up the phone again after saying that. He stood up from his office chair and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window of his office.

Outside the window, the open space surrounding the Umbrella factory had been transformed into a tight defensive fortification. Bunkers made of sandbags and concrete blocks were lined up along the wall, and beams of searchlights swept back and forth in the night sky. Raccoon City security personnel in black SWAT uniforms stood guard at their posts, fully armed.

Further away, two tyrants stood like two gray iron towers guarding opposite corners of the factory.

"If you want what I worked so hard to earn, then be prepared to pay the price with your life," Fang Qingzhou muttered to himself, his eyes turning stern.

Just then, the system notification sounded.

System maintenance complete.

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