172: Chapter 172 My Justice, I Define It

Umbrella Corporation Headquarters, Situation Room.

On the giant screen, the live broadcast of the United Nations General Assembly had just ended. The dejected, pathetic figure of Dan Al fleeing in panic became the final frozen frame, filled with irony.

"Tsk tsk, the Russian Federation's representative really has a sharp tongue." Chen Feng leaned back in the commander's chair, picked up the coffee next to him, and took a leisurely sip. "'Such generous military aid, even we feel inferior by comparison'... those words make it sound like our Umbrella Corporation is the arms dealer."

Hearing this, Sarah, who was nearby, couldn't help but curl her lips.

Although she wasn't interested in the war of words between these politicians, seeing an enemy suffer was always a pleasant sight.

Just then, a deep blue light screen that only Chen Feng could see suddenly popped up in his retina.

[Ding! Detected that the host's armed forces have intervened in a regional war and had a decisive impact on the situation!]

[Hidden Mission: King of War (Completed)]

[Mission Objective: Obtain no less than five billion US dollars in profit through arms sales, war proxies, and other means.]

[Mission Completion: 200%!]

[Final Settled Profit: 10.73 billion US dollars.]

[Mission Rewards: Research Points +500,000, special technology permission [G-Perfect Virus] unlocked!]

[Review: Congratulations, host. You have not only ignited the flames of war but also seized excessive profits from it. Your precise control over war and human nature has made you a well-deserved king on the chessboard. But remember, beneath the throne lie countless corpses.]

Five hundred thousand Research Points!

And the G-Virus!

Chen Feng looked at the shining reward icon; even his heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

The G-Virus was not some common trash like the T-Virus. In the system's technology tree, it was positioned as the cornerstone of the [Perfect Biological Weapon], capable of allowing biological organisms to undergo unlimited and highly adaptive evolution while maintaining intelligence.

If this thing were developed, it wouldn't be like Tyrants or Lickers—low-level B.O.W.s that can only follow orders. Instead, it could create super-living beings with true self-awareness, potentially even surpassing humans.

This reward was too generous.

So generous that Chen Feng felt this battle had been a bit too easy.

He casually closed the system interface and turned his gaze back to the holographic screen. On the screen, the news channel had begun scrolling through follow-up reports on the conflict.

The news that the Israeli parliament had voted to seek unconditional peace talks had spread across the globe.

In everyone's eyes, this war was already over.

"Boss."

Sarah's cold voice rang out beside him. She looked at the images of peace celebrations on the screen, but there was no joy in her eyes; instead, there was a trace of confusion she hadn't even noticed herself.

"We've already won, haven't we?" She paused and asked the question in her heart. "Why... continue?"

In Sarah's view, the objective had been achieved. Israel had been crippled, Hamas had reclaimed its land, the Umbrella Corporation had made a fortune, and even the hidden mission was complete. From any angle, this was a perfect conclusion.

But she couldn't see any hint of "clocking out" on Chen Feng's face.

Hearing this, Chen Feng didn't answer immediately.

He slowly stood up and walked to the other side of the situation room, toward a giant world map that took up almost the entire wall.

He reached out, his fingertips gently tracing the war-torn Middle East on the map, his movements as soft as if he were caressing a lover's cheek.

"Won?"

He asked softly in return, then let out an ambiguous chuckle.

"Sarah, tell me, what is justice?"

This question left Sarah stunned.

Justice? To her now, that word was too distant and too hypocritical.

"Is it the clauses written in legal codes? Or the firecrackers hanging from the mouths of those politicians?" Chen Feng's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a power that pierced the heart, echoing in the empty situation room.

"Neither."

He shook his head and tapped heavily on the location of the "New Hope" settlement on the map.

"Thirty years ago, they drove bulldozers and wiped a place called 'Al-Aqsa Village' off the map, driving people who had lived there for generations into refugee camps. Do you call that justice?"

"Thirty years later, the people of 'Al-Aqsa Village' drive their tanks, level 'New Hope,' and reclaim their homes. Do you call that justice?"

"Now, the whole world is cheering for Hamas's 'homecoming,' but who remembers the ordinary people torn apart by artillery fire in the 'New Hope' settlement? They might be guilty, but not to the point of death. Does their death count as justice?"

Chen Feng's series of questions plunged Sarah into complete silence.

She found she couldn't answer at all.

Because no matter how she answered, it would be wrong. This world was never black and white.

Chen Feng turned around and looked at Sarah calmly, a dark fire seemingly burning in his deep eyes.

"Before, I did these things for the company, to survive, and to complete the missions given by the system."

"But it's different now."

His voice became incredibly clear, every word like a nail driven hard into Sarah's heart.

"Look, this world is a piece of shit. The weak beg the strong for mercy, and the strong build thrones with the bones of the weak. The so-called United Nations and so-called international law are nothing more than fig leaves used by the strong to dress themselves up, dog chains used to bind the weak."

"Since they can't play the game well, I'll take over."

Chen Feng spread his arms as if to embrace the entire world.

"Sarah, I don't want to be a pawn anymore, and I don't want to be just a player."

"What I want to be is the one who makes the rules."

"I have the power to make those who only know how to cry wipe away their tears; I also have the power to make those bleeding lands stop groaning."

"This is my morality."

Boom!

When that last sentence fell, Sarah felt as if her brain had been struck by a thunderbolt.

She stared blankly at the man before her, at his face that was clearly very young but seemed to carry the weight of the entire world.

At this moment, she finally understood.

Her boss's goal had never been a commercial empire, nor was it money or power.

He wanted to subvert this rotten world and establish a brand-new order of his own!

The thought was so crazy, so shocking, yet so... fascinating!

Sarah's breathing grew rapid, a sense of trembling never felt before surged from her spine to the top of her head. The way she looked at Chen Feng was no longer with the awe of a subordinate for a superior, nor with the affection of a lover.

It was a kind of fanaticism and worship, like a believer looking up at a deity.

So this was his true ambition!

So this was the kind of being she was following!

To be the sharpest blade in his hand, to clear all obstacles on the path to building a new world for him—what an honor!

Just as the atmosphere in the situation room became incredibly heated, Chen Feng suddenly let out a sigh and sat back in his chair with a look of pain.

"Damn, I lost out, I lost out."

He looked at the news screen, where the buzz about the Epstein case had been completely overshadowed by the news of Palestine's counter-offensive, and couldn't help but mutter.

"If I'd known these Middle Eastern brothers were so good at fighting, I wouldn't have gone to so much trouble with Epstein. Spent so much money, used viruses and B.O.W.s, and in the end, they stole all the spotlight. This wave of PR was a waste."

This sudden change in tone caused Sarah's soaring passion to stall instantly, and she looked at him in bewilderment.

Boss... weren't you just discussing establishing a new world order? Why are you suddenly fretting over PR costs?

However, before Sarah could react, an emergency news report suddenly broke in on the screen.

Bright red "BREAKING NEWS" letters occupied the entire screen.

A serious-looking female anchor reported at a rapid pace: "We have just received word. According to Da Shi State's official news agency, a conference center on the outskirts of the Iranian capital, Tehran, was hit by multiple precision-guided missiles one hour ago local time."

"It is reported that at the time of the incident, Da Shi State's Supreme Leader, Old Khamenei, and several high-ranking military generals were holding a secret meeting at the conference center..."

"At present, Da Shi State has confirmed that the Supreme Leader, Old Khamenei, and seventeen high-ranking generals in attendance have all been killed."

The news footage suddenly shifted to aerial shots of the explosion site.

The former conference center had turned into a massive, black-smoke-belching crater, with the surrounding area in ruins.

"So far, no organization or country has claimed responsibility for the attack. However, sources have told this station that the mastermind behind this attack is likely the Israeli intelligence agency Mossad and the U Federation's CIA."

"Reports say that media outlets are about to disclose a new list of people involved in the Epstein case, including several current high-level officials from Israel and the U Federation. This assassination is widely interpreted by the outside world as a desperate act of warning and retaliation..."

Watching this news, the situation room fell into dead silence once again.

The slight pain and depression on Chen Feng's face had long since vanished, replaced by a morbid, twisted excitement.

He looked at the panicked faces of the politicians on the screen, his grin widening.

"Warning? Retaliation?"

He laughed out loud.

"I think we should call them the 'Poestain Allied Forces' now."