290: Chapter 290 Resistance is Meaningless

On the square, the crowd fell into a state of continuous turmoil as they watched the warship slowly descend from above.

"What's going on? Why is a Verland fleet coming here? This area is a no-fly zone for warships; this is a violation of Mars City regulations."

"Are those our people?"

"I don't know..."

"Could it be from that company? How is that possible? Where is our Verland fleet?!"

"Move aside, oh my God, they're coming down!"

"..."

After the massive warship, nearly a kilometer in diameter, hovered at a low altitude, a sky-blotting shadow instantly enveloped the entire square, causing the speculative shouts of the surrounding crowd to cease abruptly.

The ship's doors opened, and a unit they had never seen before leaped down in an orderly fashion. These figures were over three meters tall, all wearing black leather coats that only revealed a pair of thick arms and bald heads. Even so, one could feel an explosive power that seemed ready to tear through the fabric. With every breath, the muscles on their chests could be seen rising and falling under their clothes like wild beasts.

"Those aren't Verland soldiers, they're Third-Party Technology forces!" someone who clearly knew something shouted in shock. "These are their biochemical troops; they've already entered Mars City!"

As more and more people realized the situation, the unease on their faces was instantly replaced by unbelievable horror. They couldn't believe that the Verland Company had actually failed to stop this company.

The residents of Mars City panicked. Watching the Tyrant Troopss begin to spread out in tactical formations, screams and cries broke out everywhere. However, they had no recourse; except for the Security Force, residents of Mars City were prohibited from carrying weapons.

The Tyrant Troopss did not fire on these civilians. Some stood expressionlessly guarding various exits, while others began to rapidly enter the Verland Company headquarters, the Verland Mars Tower.

At that moment, a sharp electronic hum suddenly rang out from the warship hovering at low altitude. Following that, a synthesized voice echoed throughout Mars City via all-frequency speakers:

"This is the Third-Party Technology combat force. Former armed forces of Verland Company, please cease all hostile actions immediately. Proceed to designated locations to assemble and surrender your weapons. Resistance is futile."

"Any continued possession of weapons or behavior showing hostile intent will be regarded as a hostile action, and our side will take necessary measures to eliminate it."

"Repeat: Resistance is futile. Remain calm and follow instructions. Third-Party Technology will ensure basic survival needs and public order..."

When the Security Force received the message, they urgently assembled their team and arrived at the scene. But looking at these biochemical monsters on the square, the warship in the air, and the massive fleet under the clouds, everyone was stunned.

Logically, they belonged to the Verland Company, and now was the time they needed to step forward to protect company property and the citizens. But the Captain of the Security Force looked at those Tyrants, over three meters tall and surging with explosive power, then looked up at the massive, sky-blotting fleet beneath the clouds. His hand holding the pulse pistol trembled.

The words to "take action" simply wouldn't come out of his throat.

Thus, the Captain could only look at a portly man beside him. "Director, what should we do?"

The Director: ...

The Director's brow twitched violently, his fat cheeks turning a deep purple from excessive tension.

Finally, he let out a helpless sigh.

"What else can we do? There's not even a shadow of our fleet. These monsters... these monsters are simply not something we can deal with."

"The situation is lost..." The Director's voice suddenly dropped, as if he were muttering to himself. "I'm afraid the era of Verland is coming to an end here. Our resistance is ultimately nothing more than an ant trying to stop a chariot, only increasing casualties."

Hearing this, looks of indignation appeared on the faces of the Captain and the others. Could Verland, with over 200 years of history, really be coming to an end in just two short months?

This was too fast—so fast it was hard to accept.

At that moment, someone cried out in terror, "Director, they've spotted us!"

—

After Lin Fang landed, his gaze swept over the Security Force being disarmed, then over the fearful and uneasy crowd, who were like a startled flock of sheep.

He naturally wore a warm smile.

As those black boots drew near, the surrounding crowd gradually grew quiet. Even the children's cries softened, as they didn't even dare to cry anymore.

Although Lin Fang's smile was like rare sunlight, in the eyes of the crowd, it was more heart-stopping than the expressionless stares of those Tyrants.

They looked at this young man who seemed out of place among the Tyrant Troopss. His build was no different from an ordinary person's, yet the sense of pressure surrounding him was even stronger.

Quite a few people had seen this man and recognized him as the one who had declared in a video that he would acquire Verland Company for one dollar.

"There is no need for everyone to panic,"

"I know that right now, your hearts are filled with questions, fear, and perhaps uncertainty about the future."

Lin Fang's voice wasn't loud, yet it possessed a strange sense of penetration and comfort. The surrounding Tyrants parted to the sides, allowing the young man to fully appear in everyone's sight.

Simultaneously, Lin Fang's image appeared on every public screen and personal communicator across Mars, Earth, and all other human-colonized planets.

The background was the Verland Company headquarters behind him; this thousand-meter-tall skyscraper was very eye-catching.

The entire world watched this scene in shock.

Whether in front of giant advertising screens in major cities on Earth, under the transparent domes of Lunar Colony cities, or on the distant planets of L-426 and L233, countless eyes were instantly drawn to this forcibly inserted signal.

At first there was confusion, then unbelievable shock.

Gasp—My God, this company has really trampled Verland Company underfoot.

The world is about to change.

The various nations on Earth, which were silently monitoring the situation on Mars, were the same. The roundtable meetings organized by political leaders had not yet adjourned when the content on the screens before them was overridden; their information security systems were as good as useless.

Everyone in the room looked at each other in dismay, and the fierce verbal sparring that had been taking place just moments ago vanished instantly.

"What kind of method is this?"

Looking at the incoming message, these politicians' faces turned ashen. The other party had actually hacked their entire world in an instant.

On Mars, Lin Fang continued his friendly communication.

All of this was naturally done by Xiao Hei. To him, the information barriers and defense systems of this technological world were nothing more than a layer of window paper that could be poked through with a single touch. Combined with the computing power of the 550W Quantum Computer, it was very easy to penetrate every corner.