133: Chapter 133 This oil field now belongs to the Chen family.

Wall Street has no tears, only bloodthirsty sharks.

On the third day after the news of McLean's death broke, Lone Star Energy's stock price plummeted like it was on a free-fall ride, getting cut in half directly, and then continued to nosedive.

Those analysts who previously praised Lone Star to the skies were now turning their backs faster than flipping a book, one after another downgrading the rating to "Sell," or even directly suggesting delisting and liquidation.

Various scandals were lining up to explode one after another.

Financial fraud, environmental pollution, bribery... Of course, behind all this was the typing of Jack Martin's hands.

In the top-floor conference room of the Rockefeller building in downtown Midland.

This place had already been converted into a temporary operations command center.

A dozen monitors were lined up, all displaying interlaced red and green K-line charts and constantly scrolling trading data.

Ava sat at the head of the long table. She wore a sharply tailored white professional suit, her hair pulled back meticulously.

The girl who needed Chen Mo to hand her a gun in the woods was gone; now, she carried an air of "do not approach" coldness.

"How is the acquisition progress?" Ava spun a fountain pen in her hand, her voice steady.

"There is still some resistance." The chief lawyer across from her wiped his sweat.

"Although Lone Star Energy has collapsed, its high-quality assets—especially those core oil fields—are still being eyed by many people. Chevron and ExxonMobil have both sent representatives, wanting a piece of the pie."

"Then let them get lost."

The image on the screen flickered, and a silver-haired old man appeared in the video call.

That was Uncle Robert of the Rockefeller Family, Ava's nominal guardian, and the mastermind behind her exile to Texas.

"Ava, you are too impulsive." Robert sat in his luxurious office in Manhattan, holding a glass of red wine, his tone carrying that arrogance unique to elders.

"Lone Star Energy is a mess. The Council of Elders' intention is that we only need to take over their pipeline business. As for the oil fields, they are hot potatoes; let ExxonMobil have them, and we can trade them for their support on the North Sea project."

The conference room fell silent. The lawyers and accountants kept their heads down, not daring to speak.

This was the power suppression within the family.

Ava raised her head and looked at her uncle on the screen.

"Uncle Robert, I think you have misunderstood one thing." Ava threw the file folder onto the table with a crisp snap.

"This is not a family meeting; this is the board of directors of Legacy Energy. And you, you don't even hold a single share of Legacy Energy."

"What do you mean?" Robert's face darkened. "I am representing the family..."

"The family?" Ava sneered, pulled a photo out of the file folder, and held it up to the camera.

It was a photo of Robert and McLean shaking hands on a private yacht, with a briefcase full of cash sitting next to them.

"If this photo were to appear on the front page of The New York Times tomorrow, do you think the Council of Elders would protect you, or would they throw you out like trash?"

Robert's hand shook, and red wine spilled onto his silk tie. His gaze shifted from arrogant to terrified in an instant.

"You... how do you have this?"

"Legacy Defense has a wide range of business, Uncle." Ava threw the photo back onto the table.

"Besides security, we also do a bit of intelligence business. Now, can you shut up? I am busy acquiring the Legacy left behind by your old friend."

Before Robert could speak, Ava cut off the video signal directly.

The screen went black.

The people in the conference room didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

They looked at this young female boss as if they were looking at a lion cub that had just grown fangs.

"Continue." Ava turned her head and looked at Chen Mo, who was sitting on the sofa in the corner.

"Boss, according to your instructions, we have locked onto the thirty-two drilling platforms under Lone Star Energy. But... the cash flow is a bit tight. If we want to swallow them all, we have to borrow from the bank at high interest rates."

Chen Mo was crossing his legs, looking at a geological map of Texas.

Hearing this, he spread the map on the table and tapped his finger on it.

"No need to swallow them all." Chen Mo stood up and walked to the table.

In his vision, this ordinary map looked completely different.

The locations marked as oil wells, some were dull, while others emitted a dazzling golden light.

The ability of [Energy Tycoon] was displayed vividly at this moment.

He could clearly see which oil wells were exhausted and which still had decades of reserves buried underneath.

"Exclude these, and this area, all of them." Chen Mo picked up a red pen and drew several big X's on the map.

"These are all abandoned wells that McLean has drained; whoever wants them can have them, even if it's given to ExxonMobil for free, that's fine."

The lawyer was stunned for a moment: "But Mr. Chen, geological reports show that these areas are Lone Star Energy's core production areas, with very high estimated reserves..."

"The geological report was written by McLean for the purpose of cheating money from those fools on Wall Street."

Chen Mo threw the red pen on the table and poked his finger heavily on a piece of wasteland on the edge of the map. "Focus on taking this place. And this abandoned copper mine area."

That was a piece of barren land west of Midland, a place where even stray dogs wouldn't want to take a dump.

"This..." The lawyer glanced at Ava, obviously thinking that this boss, who started as a bodyguard, was fooling around.

"Do as he says." Ava didn't even look at the map and gave the order directly. "Even if it's an acquisition at a premium, we must take these pieces of land."

"Yes." The lawyer didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore, hugged the documents, and ran out.

Chen Mo looked out the window. The sky in Midland was still gray, but he knew that the bloodline beneath this land had changed owners.

Beneath those "wastelands" he had circled, there were two huge shale oil and gas fields buried.

According to the system's evaluation, once extracted, they would be worth at least 20 billion US dollars.

This is the domineering nature of golden entries. No need for exploration, no need for trial and error, just an open-book exam.

"That move just now was played well." Chen Mo turned around and looked at Ava. "That old guy probably won't be able to sleep tonight."

"It was all learned from you." Ava stood up and walked to Chen Mo's side.

The queenly aura on her relaxed a little, and her eyes revealed a hint of reliance that she only had in front of Chen Mo.

"If it weren't for that photo, I might have been crushed by him today."

"That is what you deserve." Chen Mo took a key out of his pocket and threw it to Ava.

It was an old-fashioned brass key with mottled rust on it.

This was taken from the pocket of McLean's corpse.

"What is this?" Ava caught the key.

"When I was looking at the map just now, I found that there was something interesting under that abandoned copper mine." Chen Mo pointed to the red circle he had heavily marked on the map.

"McLean hid a big toy under there. Let's go, take the Priest, and we'll go unwrap the gift."

"A big toy?"

"Yeah." Chen Mo's mouth hooked into a playful smile. "A good thing that can turn our Legacy Defense from a security team into a regular army."

He picked up his jacket, pushed the door, and walked out.

Ava held the key tightly and watched Chen Mo's back. She knew that from today on, the oil tycoon of Texas had changed.

The former Lone Star had fallen, and now the one rising was Legacy.

...

Two hours later.

Western suburbs of Midland, abandoned copper mine.

The huge elevator made a teeth-grinding sound of metal friction, carrying Chen Mo, Ava, and the Priest slowly down three hundred meters underground.

This place was even deeper than the previous virus laboratory. The air was filled with the smell of machine oil and desiccant.

"Was this place an anti-nuclear bunker before?" The Priest held the AA12 in his hand, looking around vigilantly.

"Does that old guy McLean belong to the rat family? He likes digging holes so much."

Chen Mo didn't speak. He looked at the system panel flashing with purple light in his hand.

The coordinates of the [Military Production Line Blueprint] were right in front.

The elevator stopped steadily. Chen Mo walked to a thick lead door and inserted the brass key into the keyhole.

Click.

The sound of gears turning rang out, and the lead door, which was half a meter thick, slid slowly to both sides.

The sensor lights turned on row by row, illuminating this huge space sleeping underground.

When he saw what was inside, the cigarette in the Priest's hand dropped directly to the ground.

"Holy Mother Mary..." The old man made a cross on his chest, his mouth open wide enough to fit a fist.

Ava also covered her mouth, her eyes full of shock.

It was a huge underground factory.

And in the very center of the factory, there was a completely black drone parked.

It was not like the DJI or Predator drones on the market; its shape was like a bat with its wings folded, and its streamlined fuselage emitted a cold, murderous aesthetic.

Under the wings, dense honeycomb-like launchers were mounted.

But this was not the most shocking part.

Around it, two fully automated assembly lines were neatly arranged, with robotic arms hanging quietly in mid-air, waiting for the command to restart.

Chen Mo walked over and placed his palm on the cold skin of the drone.

[Discovered: X-47 "Ghost" Drone Prototype (Inactive)]

[Supporting Facilities: Modular Military Production Line (85% completion)]

[Do you want to consume "Military Production Line Blueprint" to complete and activate?]

Chen Mo turned back to look at the two dumbfounded people and smiled.

"It seems that we don't need to beg The Pentagon to sell us equipment." He patted the wing. "From today on, we will build it ourselves."