I Have A Super USB Drive

by <unknown>

  There was an invasive gaze in his eyes that perpetrated through the display, making the audience feel a wave of chill through them.

  If not for the identical features, they may have mistaken this for an entirely different person.

  "I'm sure this picture answers your questions."

  The young blonde made a waving gesture. "In all honesty, if not for the Blacklight virus, I think Switzerland wouldn't even be able to compete against this company. Their age-reversal treatment project alone makes millionaires all across the world line up their wallets for them.

  "It's time to take matters into our own hands."

  When he noted the expressions his audience wore, the young blonde man frowned and declared sternly, "Everyone here is shareholders of Novartis and Roche and some of you also hold shares in Pfizer, Johnson & Johnson, and GlaxoSmithKline. If we can band our forces together, surely, we can curb this company's momentum. Even if we cannot keep them suppressed, at least we can buy enough time until the patent for the age-reversal treatment technology expires!"

  With that, the young blonde approached the conference table and set his hands on the table. "That's all I have to say. Who agrees and who objects?"

  They exchanged glances with one another. A spectacled man on the right raised his voice. "I object! If we mobilize against them, what happens if they exact their revenge the same way they did the Blanc family?"

  This man continued protesting angrily. "I only hold shares in Roche. When a new company like Blacklight Biotechnology that turns a blind eye to the industry rules begins retaliating, can you companies guarantee our safety?"

  "If they even dare!"

  The young blonde snorted. "The only reason Blacklight Biotechnology dared to make a move against Blanc Financial Group is that Blanc is nowhere near powerful enough. Among the North American giants, the Blanc Financial Group doesn't rank among the elites, only hovering around the middle tier, but we're different.

  "There are more than a dozen large financial groups between Novartis and Roche. As long as we band together, our combined strength rivals that of the entire Europe. Are you telling me we're supposed to be afraid of a mere company?"

  They became silent.

  "Since nobody objects, then the matter is settled."

  The young blonde seemed rather content. "In this case, I'll begin drafting our plan from here on, the general outline is…"

  The focal lens began pulling away from the young blonde man until the window borders became visible. It was a video being played on a display.

  Chen Chen was looking at the footage and began musing. "These European families with shares in Novartis and Roche are planning to rally against me?"

  "Yes, the instigator is the financial group behind the presenter – Oppenheimer Financial Group. They hold thirteen percent shares in Novartis and fifteen percent in Roche.

  Little X explained, "Due to the emergence of Eco Science City, the medical sector in Switzerland no longer reigns as they once did. This financial group saw that we're unaffected by the Blacklight virus and decided to take matters into their own hands."

  "I take it there's no discrepancy with the message?" Chen Chen asked.

  "Even though the footage doesn't have audio, I can discern their conversations by analyzing their lip motions. I can confirm that the information is accurate," Little X explained.

  "In that case, there's not much else to say about this."

  Chen Chen nodded. "If you plan to make a move against me, best be ready to get declawed. But it's exactly as they claim, now that they're banding their forces together, we won't be able to take down this giant gathering with just a couple of maneuvers."

  "I understand, it won't be easy to deal with any one of them as each of them are very powerful," Little X said.

  "Considerably powerful."

  Chen Chen nodded. "The cross-holding situation between them alone makes it difficult to divide them as they're connected by a complicated web. If we just move boldly against them, we may end up setting off the pack immediately and I'll be the one suffering for it."

  "What should we do then?"

  Chen Chen showed a thoughtful look as he got up. He paced back and forth with his hands behind his back for a while before suddenly raising the question, "Will they be continuing these meetings?"

  "This meeting was hosted yesterday. There will probably be a meeting of a larger scale hosted next week."

  Little X answered, "The chairman of both Roche and Novartis will be participating as well. That's when they'll be discussing the specifics of their approach."

  "That makes things easy."

  Chen Chen nodded and massaged his neck. "There's no way that they'll be cooperating properly, so what we need to do is to divide them. Implant a portion of them with the God chip and have them eliminate the other half. Then have them escape Switzerland and just make them disappear."

  "Isn't it easier to just kill them all outright? With the weapons available to us, we should be able to easily assassinate anyone in the world," Little X asked.

  "That won't do."

  Chen Chen tapped his head. "Think about it, what are they holding the meeting for? To discuss how they can deal with me. If this gathering of the elites of the society is assassinated, wouldn't that be as good as practically announcing to the world that it was me who did it?"

  "Even if the average person wouldn't know about it, the Swiss government, no, the entire Earth Federation governments will have a hint of what's going on."

  Chen Chen shook his head. "This point alone will have our company immediately labeled as terrorists. It's extremely disadvantageous for our company.

  "Besides, no matter what they plan to do, they'll be playing within the rules. It's not that we can't use external methods, but when it involves dozens of financial groups, the impact is just too big to risk. Worst comes to worst, the Earth Federation might decide to stop us as well."

  Little X understood now. "I get it, even if we want to slaughter them, we have to do it within the realm of what's permitted. If we push our luck, we may find ourselves ganged up upon."

  "That's right."

  Chen Chen said, "Even if we want to resort to less ethical methods, we can't make it so obvious. We need to make sure there's zero evidence pointing at us."

  Chen Chen paused for a moment before resuming. "Actually, the best method is to modify the Blacklight virus, lowering its lethality and rate of infection, then unleash it in Switzerland. This way, not only can we deliver a blow to the Switzerland medical care sector, but they'll also have their hands full and won't have time to deal with us.

  "However, people will notice if the virus is artificially modified. When the Earth Federation gets involved, they should be able to guess that Blacklight is involved in this since we have a good reason to target them and the apt technology to do so.

  "So, the best way to cripple their operation against us is to…"

  …

  A week later. Federer Oppenheimer stood in front of a mirror. Inside the mirror, he could see his handsome reflection and his bright golden curls while a young woman beside him was tying his tie for him.

  After sorting out his tie, the young woman wrapped herself around Federer and stared into his reflection in the mirror. "Federer, will you be coming back for dinner tonight?"

  "I probably won't have time to, honey."

  Federer shook his head and noted the disappointment in the woman's eyes. He was filled with the urge to dote on her. "There's a conference that I need to host tonight. I'm sure you know as well that to earn my place in the family, I need to prove my worth…"

  "I understand."

  The woman nodded and made no further comment.

  "That's good. Mutual trust is very important for two people to stay together, I hope you won't break this trust between us." Federer gently tapped her cheeks then turned away and left the house.

  After walking out of the villa, Federer was escorted by the driver into the vehicle. He instru
cted, "Novartis headquarters."

  The driver started the engine and began heading toward the Novartis Corporation headquarters.

  On the way there, Federer took out a second phone and started a conversation with someone for a while when a frown suddenly greeted his face.

  For some unknown reason, there was a strange stench in the car.

  It was the metallic stench of blood.

  Federer raised his head and noticed a bandage wrapped around the back of the driver's neck. Blood was still continuously seeping out of the bandage so Federer asked, "Gilson, what happened to your neck?"

  "Sir, I accidentally slipped and fell."

  The driver answered blankly.

  The tone of his voice further unsettled Federer. He took a peek at the driver through the rearview mirror and saw that Gilson's face had become extremely pale and carried no vivid expressions like he had turned into another person…

  Federer was uncertain where he got the idea from but his cautious nature prompted him to alert the driver, "Gilson, stop the car on the side of the road, I suddenly remembered there's something I need to do."

  "Alright, sir."

  Gilson responded coldly.

  However, Federer saw that Gilson continued to drive without any intention of stopping any time soon.

  "Gilson, stop the car!"

  This time, Federer's voice was harsher.

  "Ok, sir."

  The driver answered again.

  The mechanical tone of his reply sent a chilling bite across Federer's body. His first instinct is to hop out of the car to make his escape, but before he acted on it, the doors of the car were locked with a "click".

  Furthermore, a large pair of cold, stoic hands appeared from the bunk, wrapping themselves around Federer's neck…

  In an instant, the vehicle with strictly implemented security guidelines turned into a cage coursing through the highway. Federer repeatedly slapped the windows but nobody would see what was happening in here…

  Chapter 233: Massacre |

  The same scene transpired in dozens of luxury vehicles headed for Novartis headquarters.

  The vehicle was parked in a parking spot off the path where there was nobody to be seen. The driver in front wielded a blank expression while in the back of the car, a vulgar experiment was ongoing.

  A Black Knight injected a tranquilizer into a vein in Federer's neck. Within three minutes, Federer dozed off into a deep sleep.

  After that, the Black Knight took out an operation knife and cut into Federer's neck without applying any form of disinfectant at the ready.

  A pool of blood formed almost instantly.

  The Black Knight appeared to be well prepared ahead of time. He quickly lay down a waterproof tarp on the seat cushion to prevent any bloodstains from getting in the expensive carpet in the car.

  After that, he used a bone marrow puncturing needle to implant the God chip.

  At last, another God chip controlled puppet was born.

  Unlike regular God chips implanted into members of God's Forbidden Zone, this chip completely took over its host. As long as the host was left unconscious, the chip could control the host's expressions down to the finest detail.

  After the chip had been implanted, the car started again and continued heading to Novartis headquarters.

  Nobody was aware of what had happened earlier inside the car.

  When the driver had arrived outside the Novartis building, the driver got down from the car as usual and opened the door for Federer. The two of them began walking toward the elevator, one trailing after the other.

  "Federer, how are you just arriving? Don't forget that you're our host today, you should've come earlier."

  The moment they stepped out of the elevator, a man holding close resemblance to Federer approached them with boiling rage. "Hold on, where's your script?"

  Federer shot him an absent look before he continued walking into the venue.

  "Fe…"

  The man was just about to speak when the bodyguard stepped in front of him.

  "B*stard, what do you think you're doing Gilson, you dare stop me?"

  The man was furious but with the giant blocking his path, he could only throw several more insults before walking away.

  As more people began arriving, the bodyguards began positioning themselves outside the entrance. Each one of them carried a blank expression and looked almost lifeless.

  This unsettled the arriving shareholders participating in the meeting.

  "Please have the bodyguards stay outside." When Gilson saw a shareholder approaching, he stepped forward, expressionless.

  "Isaac, you stay outside."

  An elderly man with pale white hair issued an order to the bodyguard beside him. He then silently glanced at Gilson before pushing open the door to the conference room.

  There were already approximately forty people seated inside the conference room.

  …

  "Something's off."

  After seeing his boss off, the bodyguard named Isaac motioned at his partner beside him. "Vikander, did you notice something going on with the group of bodyguards opposite us?"

  "I noticed it too."

  The man dressed similarly in bodyguard attire put his hand in his pocket, appearing slightly nervous. "Even though they are employed by different bosses, they look like they are all trained under the same instructor…"

  "There's more, did you notice the back of that guy and that guy's neck…"

  Isaac sneakily pointed at two other bodyguards in front of them. "There's something off with the back of their necks. Are those white things gauzes?"

  "It's the same over there, that guy has a gauze on his neck as well."

  The bodyguard named Vikander remarked, "Their collars are also raised very high, is this a sign that they all have a wound on their necks?"

  "What's going on, is today April Fool's…"

  The two men discussed discretely and as time went on, more people began to arrive. What brought them some comfort was that among the bodyguards waiting outside the venue, only nearly a dozen of them filed themselves into the other group. Meanwhile, there were slightly over thirty bodyguards on their side.

  There was an invisible border drawn between the two groups.

  These bodyguards appeared somewhat absent-minded. Some other bodyguards attempted to make conversation with the strange bodyguards, but still got no response whatsoever.

  The bodyguard named Isaac checked the time and noticed it was already two o'clock in the afternoon, which was the time for the meeting to start.

  Isaac glanced at the elevator and saw the floor number shown on the display beside the elevator had stayed the same for some time.

  This meant that all the participating members had arrived at the venue.

  Muffled voices from the loudspeaker could be heard coming from the thick soundproof door behind them. Isaac suddenly became agitated as his heart began to swell with faint restlessness.

  The root of this uneasiness stemmed from the cast of bodyguard colleagues in front of him.

  Just as Isaac was planning to further inspect the situation with these colleagues, he suddenly heard rounds of rapid clicking!

  It was the sound of handguns being loaded!

  Isaac abruptly raised his head and was greeted by the sight of these strange colleagues drawing their guns almost all at the same time, their barrels were aimed at him!

  "Careful!"

  Somebody in his group uttered a short yelp. Just as Isaac tried to reach for his gun, he felt a terrible quake in his body!

  Without him noticing, a bullet had found its way into his skull…

  Isaac's vision doubled over for a moment. In this very moment, a large chunk of his brain was blown off before it could get a sense of what was happening.

  The bullet shattered part of his cerebral cortex but miraculously did minimal damage to his brain nerves, thus preserving several seconds of his conscience.

  In the final mom
ent of his life, he could hear the faint tremor of gunshots resounding in the conference room.

  This was a trap…

  This was the only thing coursing through Isaac's mind in this very moment. It was followed by a wave of regret until his brain could not sustain itself anymore and stopped entirely…

  Isaac's body only collapsed after he had passed. Behind his lifeless body, dozens of bodyguards who had failed to draw their guns in time were mercilessly punctured with bullet holes.

  With the help of the surprise factor, it took less than ten seconds to execute all the bodyguards by the entrance. It was only until then when horrific cries and wails could be heard coming from inside the conference room. Packs of wealthy businessmen and family members of plutocrats scrambled out of the meeting room, screaming and crying to the cold, hard gun barrels meeting them on the other end…

  At last, all of the meeting's participants collapsed onto the ground. The only ones remaining were the emotionless zombies like Federer.

  Throughout the entire ordeal, they barely exchanged a single word. After massacring everyone, they split up and went into the stairways and elevators, promptly exiting the Novartis headquarters. They each scrambled into different directions and fled the scene.

  After approximately ten minutes, dozens of police cars arrived at the scene and locked down Novartis headquarters but it was too late.

  From here on, the group who had received the God chip implant would be directed to the hiding spots prepared ahead of time by Little X. These hideouts were carefully selected and the Black Knights had prepared everything several days ago. It was very unlikely that the police would find them.

  After they had shaken off the police's pursuit, the Black Knights would proceed to remove the chip from them and dispose of their bodies by way of cementing the bodies, dismemberment, casting them into oceans, and various other methods.

  Chen Chen would never allow anyone to obtain proof of the existence of the God chips, even if they knew about the "neck injuries" clue.