Let them offer their loyalty

Inside the warehouse of the Bone Crusher Gang, under the dim light, a group of rough faces sat around a shabby wooden table. The air was filled with the smell of tobacco and cheap alcohol, and various weapons were piled in the corners. This was the secret gathering place of the Bone Crusher Gang, and it was also where they planned their operations and distributed territories.

"Haha, those guys finally realized how powerful our Bone Crusher Gang is!" said a muscular man with the Bone Crusher Gang logo tattooed on his chest, grinning.

"Yeah, the boss's plan was perfect. One after another, the other gangs knelt down and begged for mercy." Another fat-faced man echoed, his fingers tapping on the table unconsciously, looking quite proud.

"Those weaklings are now working for us. Ha, now we are even more powerful!"

"Don't forget, this is all because of the wisdom of Boss Rick. He said that as long as we unite as one, there will be no territory we cannot conquer."

"Yes, Boss Rick's methods are really clever. Even those old foxes were played around by us."

"Now that our territory has expanded and our income has increased, it's time to enjoy ourselves."

Across the table, a man wearing a gold chain grinned.

"However, don't forget the pressure from the Alte Consortium. Although we are powerful, we still have to act with caution."

"Don't worry, as long as our brothers in the Bone Crusher Gang unite, the Alte Consortium will not be able to do anything to us."

As they were chatting, the lights in the warehouse suddenly began to flicker.

"What's up with this old lamp?"

Suddenly, an invisible force swept across the entire space. Some members seemed to be caught by powerful psychic power. Their bodies twitched uncontrollably and then they fell to the ground one after another, struggling silently in pain. Their eyes were wide open and their mouths were open as if they wanted to call for help, but no sound came out.

The muscular man's eyes widened, an unprecedented fear surged in his heart. He tried to swing the weapon in his hand, but found that his body was beginning to lose control. His arms were out of control, and the weapon slipped from his fingers with a dull sound. His mind was filled with confusion and panic. He didn't understand why this was happening and didn't know where this power came from.

Under the control of this invisible psychic force, the members of the Bonebreakers fell one after another, their lives slipping away quickly. Their eyes were filled with confusion and fear, and they didn't know why they had suffered such a fate.

The members of the Bonebreaker Gang fell to the ground helplessly, their lives fading away bit by bit like sand being sucked away.

"This is the third warehouse, addictive drugs and sex dolls are piled together, this group of people is really disgusting."

Tianyu's son looked at the corpses with disgust and shook his head: "What should we do next?"

"After investigation, we found that there is a mastermind behind the Bone Crusher Gang. They first killed the gangsters and then planted our people in their place."

Shigure Ryoko frowned: "I thought it was just a small fish, but I didn't expect there was something behind it."

And next to the bushes, a man was watching this scene with sweat dripping down his back.

Rick's heartbeat quickened, his eyes fixed on Celine, the woman who was like a god of death. Every flick of her tongue was accompanied by the passing of a life, and every movement was full of determination and death. The members of the Bonebreaker Gang, these villains who once dominated the streets, were now like lambs, unable to fight back in front of Celine.

Rick's heart was filled with fear and despair. He knew that his gang was finished and his power and status became worthless at this moment. His eyes wandered around, looking for a chance to escape. He knew that if he didn't find a way to escape, he would be the next person to have his life wiped out in the blink of an eye by Celine.

Just as he was about to retreat quietly and look for an opportunity to escape, a cold blade was suddenly placed on his neck. His body stiffened and he dared not move at all. He felt the chill of the blade on his neck, which was the touch of death.

Tianyu Motoko was standing behind him. Her eyes were cold, as if she was examining an insignificant object. Rick realized that his every move was under surveillance, and his life and death were completely in the hands of these women.

"Want to escape, Rick?" Tianyu Muzi's voice was calm and without any fluctuation, as if he was talking about something very ordinary.

Rick's throat was dry. He swallowed hard, trying to make his voice sound firm: "What do you want? Money? Power? I can give you anything you want."

Tianyu's son smiled softly, without a trace of warmth in his laughter: "Do you think we are interested in the money of ants like you?"

"What...what do you want?" Rick's voice trembled. He felt unprecedented powerlessness and despair.

Tianyu Mozi gently pressed the tip of the knife against Rick's skin, causing him to feel a little pain: "Guess?"

"Who are you?" Rick's voice had completely lost its former majesty.

"It doesn't matter who we are, just watch us, leader of the Bonebreakers."

Rick was trapped in a dim room, his hands were chained, and the walls around him were cold and hard, as if reflecting his despair at the moment. He tried hard to recall those days when the Bonebreakers were still his world, but now, everything has become a thing of the past.

Outside, the former stronghold of the Bonebreaker Gang was undergoing tremendous changes. The personnel of the Alte Consortium were doing their work efficiently and ruthlessly. They were clearing the bodies skillfully. On the streets, the Bonebreaker Gang's followers were either arrested or driven away. Their frightened and confused eyes became the witness of all these changes.

In an abandoned bar on the corner of the street, which used to be the gathering place for the Bonebreaker Gang members, it has now been transformed into the temporary command center of the Alt Group. The security personnel of the Alt Group changed into the uniforms of the Bonebreaker Gang inside, and when they walked out, they looked like gangsters.

Rick could only see it through a crack in the window.

"squeak"

The door was pushed open. In the slums, there were almost no electronic doors.

"Rick, leader of the Bonebreakers, tell me, do you want to live, or do you want to die right here?"

Shigure Ryoko walked in and looked at Rick: "In three seconds, tell me your answer."

"I want to live, I want to live, just tell me what you want to do, I will do everything."

It was so easy for his huge body to kneel down, and Rick began to kneel and beg for mercy without even thinking about it.

"Well, first, tell me who is behind the scenes helping you take over other gangs' territories, what they have done to you, what promises they have made, and tell me their identities in detail. This is related to your final outcome."

Shigure Ryoko raised her second finger, "Second, you continue to be the leader of the Bone Crusher Gang, pretend nothing happened, watch what they are going to do, and then tell us, do you understand? Your acting skills are a matter of life and death."

"If you want to survive, it's that simple. Kneel down and become a dog of the Alt Foundation."

Chapter 593: Esni's Love

In the office of the Alte Group, Jonas was holding a cup of coffee as usual, gazing leisurely at the scenery outside the window.

I got up unexpectedly early today, but there was nothing to do. After thinking for a while, I went to the office, made a cup of coffee, and looked down at everything in District 25 from the glass window.

The streets of the city are like a flowing painting, full of vitality and vigor. The morning sun shines on the streets, and the golden light reflects on the glass windows of tall buildings, forming gorgeous beams of light.

A constantly flowing metal river formed on the street. People meandered on the street. Their pace was hurried. Everyone was pulled by their own life. Pedestrians shuttled between the traffic. Some people walked quickly. There were company dogs, people wearing weird clothes full of prosthetics, bikers, and children who were rarely seen...

On the streets, quarrels can be seen from time to time. Two young men were arguing over a minor collision. Their voices echoed in the street, attracting the curious eyes of people around them. Not far away, a customer and a shoe vendor were arguing over prices. The vendor insisted that his prices were reasonable, while the customer thought they were too high. Their quarrels were mixed with the sounds of bargaining. The vendor was so angry that he pulled out a gun and started a street fight. After firing a few shots, he was taken away by a robot.

"As soon as I saw that even the gun had the Alt Foundation's logo on it, my mood started to improve. Since this morning, the people of District 25 have been creating value for me."

Jonas breathed a sigh of relief. He had to admit that looking at the hustle and bustle of traffic and the flow of people with a breath of life really helped to relieve his stress to a great extent and made him feel more relaxed.

The coffee in his hand was no longer steaming. Jonas took some ice cubes from the small refrigerator under the table and added some sugar and milk.

If Eiffel were here he would surely make him a drink, but he just wanted something cold once in a while.

Just as Jonas was about to enjoy his iced coffee, a call came in.

Jonas took a look and found that it was a call from Esni.

"What's wrong, Ethni?"

Esni's voice came from the communicator: "Mr. Jonas, we have some problems here. The Alte Foundation is starting to run short of manpower."

Jonas frowned slightly, put down his coffee, and responded seriously: "What's going on? Which department has the problem?"

"Management shortages are common in many departments." Esni's voice revealed a hint of fatigue. "As the consortium's business expands, our human resources are beginning to become stretched, especially in terms of technology and security, but we don't have a way to provide good training."

"But I talked to Eiffel before, and she said she would take care of it. Now there seem to be no problems in other places, and the security issues have also been resolved. But there is still one thing..."

Esni said this with a hesitant tone, and then returned to normal after a cough: "I will come to discuss with you later. Please make time, Mr. Jonas."

After saying that, she hung up the call.

"What's going on? But I don't have anything to do next, just wait a moment..."

During the break after lunch, Jonas was sitting in his office chair. The office door slowly opened and Esni walked in slowly.

Her steps were a little hesitant, holding a neatly folded piece of clothing in her hand. There was a hint of uneasiness in her eyes, as if she was a little shy about the request she was about to make.

Jonas looked up and saw Esni, motioning her to sit down: "Esni, what's going on?"

Esni took a deep breath and tried to appear calmer: "Mr. Jonas, I have something to report to you. My combat suit was damaged during my most recent mission."

She carefully spread out the combat suit in her hand on Jonas's desk. It was a professional equipment made of high-tech materials, but now it had several obvious cracks and burn marks.

Jonas's eyes scanned the combat uniform carefully, his expression remained calm. "This happened during the mission, right? I'm glad you're okay. Equipment is dead, but people are alive. We can repair or replace it with a new combat uniform."

Esni's shoulders also relaxed unconsciously: "Thank you, Mr. Jonas, I promise to be more careful next time."

Okay, then it’s time to take the next step.

Last time I came to Mr. Jonas with not enough clothes, but this time it won’t work.

But maybe the excuse of the battle suit being damaged is acceptable...

"No, this is what I should do."

Jonas stood up, walked to Esni and patted her shoulder gently: "You are more important than anything else. As long as you are safe, nothing else will be a problem."

"Actually, I have something else to say...Mr. Jonas, I feel like this dress has been repaired too many times. The R&D department just happened to say that they have better materials, so I was thinking..."

Thinking about trying Miracle Nikki?

Jonas was smart and didn't say this out loud.

Some things are to be thought of when seen, not spoken out.

However, he did not expect that Esni, who was always straightforward, was a little shy. Jonas wanted to tease Esni when he saw it.

"Really? Then it does need to be replaced, but you don't need to ask me for this. Just go and tell the R&D department that you want to remake the combat uniform. You don't need to tell me specifically, right?"

Jonas put the coffee cup aside, crossed his ten fingers, and put them in front of his face as if thinking: "Actually, all these things can be discussed through the communication."

Communications said?

Then I won’t be able to see you anymore, right?

Just as Esni was thinking about whether to make up an excuse to get away with it, she caught a hint of mockery in Jonas' eyes and changed what she was about to say.

"If that's what the communication says, then I won't be able to see Mr. Jonas, right?"

She stopped covering up and pressed forward, holding Jonas in her arms, burying Jonas's head in her arms, and whispering in his ear.

"Mr. Jonas, you know I have only paid attention to you. No matter if I said my combat uniform was damaged or made any other excuse, I just wanted to come and see you."

Jonas was speechless and sank little by little into Esni's gentle embrace.

"You choose the style of my battle uniform, and you also choose the clothes I wear every day. Jonas, isn't it enough that I show you my love?"

She pulled away, allowing Jonas to catch his breath, but moments later he was grabbed around the neck.

"If not, prove it to me..."

Chapter 594: Directly starting to alienate Dragon City

ALT Consortium, Office.

Jonas sat behind a spacious and exquisite desk in the office, holding a fine coffee cup in his hand. The interior of the office was luxuriously decorated, with several new art paintings on the walls and various paper books and decorations neatly arranged on the bookshelves.

The coffee cup exudes an enticing aroma. The light hot steam blends in the air, interweaving with the scent of books and leather in the office. Jonas blew gently on the coffee in the cup, then took a sip, enjoying the tranquility of the moment. The bitterness and aroma of the coffee slowly unfolded in his mouth, bringing him a unique sense of satisfaction.

There was a hint of relaxation in his eyes, and the temperature of the coffee gradually blended with his body temperature, making his thoughts clearer and sharper.

"The sofa and office chair in the office have been replaced with new ones, and a bookshelf has been added. It looks like the British style from a long time ago... It would be great if there was a fireplace and the snowy fields outside,"

Just as Jonas was sighing, a call came in.

It’s Tianyu’s youngest son.

"What's wrong, youngest son, are you having fun over there in the slums?"

Jonas answered the call and said casually.

He still remembered that a few days ago, Tianyu Muezi called him and said that she wanted to take Celine and Shigure Ryoko out to play, but he didn't take it seriously.

Celine alone could have destroyed a large city block, but she just wasn't allowed to do it.

"Jonas, we have reached a conclusion regarding the investigation of the slums."

Tian Yu Sueko's voice was clear and steady, and her fingers slid up and down the communication, preparing to transmit intelligence files.

"I am transmitting the investigation report file to you, please check it." As she spoke, an encrypted electronic file began to be transmitted to Jonas's communication through a secure network channel.

Why do you still act in such a businesslike manner?

Jonas felt a little regretful and still missed Tianyu's youngest son in the training ground lounge that day.

"After careful investigation, we found a series of key clues that ultimately pointed to the manipulator behind the scenes. Now, all the mysteries have been solved and we have sufficient evidence."

The prompt sound indicating that the file transfer was completed rang out. Jonas turned his gaze to his screen and began to check the received intelligence files. Tianyu Motoko waited quietly.

"Got it, my son. Thank you for your hard work. I will review the information immediately and make corresponding instructions based on the content of the information."

Jonas' voice came through the communication device. He became a little more serious and checked it carefully.

"Hey, Mr. Jonas! I played a big role in the intelligence I got from this operation!"