187: Chapter 187 My heart is Chinese, but my methods are American.

Faced with Director Zhao's questioning, which carried a hint of gravity and concern...

Chen Yuan did not give an answer immediately.

He held the glass of Macallan Whisky, which had only a bit left at the bottom, and turned around unhurriedly.

He walked straight to the massive bulletproof floor-to-ceiling window.

Outside the window, the night in San Verde was as deep as ink.

But within the vast hinterland of Elysium Manor, there was a chilling scene of desolation.

Hundreds of fully armed T-103 Mass-Produced Tyrants were patrolling in a cross-pattern under the cold light of searchlights, their heavy steps uniform and synchronized.

The mutated Lickers hidden in the dark corners were like invisible Reapers, hanging upside down from the edges of the armored walls.

Their long scarlet tongues occasionally flicked out, and the dripping acid mucus corroded the ground, creating pungent white smoke.

This was not the security force of a commercial company at all.

This was a biochemical army capable of leveling a medium-sized country at any time.

"Uncle Zhao, do you think they are terrifying?"

Chen Yuan looked at the group of cold killing machines outside. His voice came through the glass, sounding somewhat ethereal.

Director Zhao walked to his side, also staring down.

Even though he was used to life and death, his eyes still couldn't help but twitch slightly as he looked at those monsters that transcended human understanding.

"Very terrifying."

Director Zhao answered truthfully, "Once this kind of power spirals out of control, it will be a disaster for all of humanity."

"That's why those old-money families in North America and Europe can't sleep."

Chen Yuan gave a light chuckle.

He drained the remaining wine in his glass and casually placed the goblet on the windowsill.

"They are used to giving orders in this world, used to using financial sickles and aircraft carriers to harvest the wealth of others."

"Now, a barbarian has suddenly appeared who is beyond their control and can even flip their poker table at any time."

"Of course they'll be afraid; they'll try every means possible to get rid of me."

Chen Yuan turned his head.

In those deep, pitch-black eyes, there wasn't a single trace of fear.

Instead, there burned a wildness and ambition that made even Director Zhao feel a sense of palpitation.

"But I never planned to coexist peacefully with them."

Chen Yuan had his hands in the pockets of his tactical trench coat, his posture lazy, yet exuding a domineering aura as if he were a king presiding over the world.

"My strategy is very simple."

"The core of the technology will always be held firmly in my hands."

"Whether it's the perfect version of the T-Virus or the full version of the bio-mecha, they won't see a single line of source code in this lifetime."

"What I give them will always be nothing more than a castrated, 'monkey' version."

Chen Yuan walked to the sand table, his finger lightly tracing over the maps of North America and Europe.

"I want to use military technology they can't refuse and life-extending Nano Medical Worms to frantically suck their blood."

"I'll use ultimate force and capital to plunder the West's rare resources, heavy-duty machine tools, and even top-tier scientific research talent."

"And then."

He suddenly clenched his fist, his gaze disdainful.

"Take all these plundered nutrients and use them to feed back into my own Empire."

"In this game, I am the dealer who sets the new rules."

Director Zhao sucked in a breath of cold air upon hearing this.

He looked at the excessively young man before him, waves of shock crashing through his heart.

How was this the vision of a businessman?

This was clearly a chaotic-era hero attempting to subvert a global hegemony system that had lasted for centuries!

He made no attempt to hide his ambition, even laying out the most primitive and bloody Laws of plunder in the open.

"You're walking a tightrope."

Director Zhao's voice was a bit dry. "Once they unite to impose comprehensive sanctions on you, or even military strikes..."

"They wouldn't dare."

Chen Yuan directly interrupted Director Zhao's words.

He walked back to the bar, picked up a cigar box, and lit a thick Cuban cigar.

Pale blue smoke diffused between the two of them.

"As long as I still hold the medicine that extends their lives, and as long as my Tyrant Legion can still tear tanks apart with their bare hands."

"They will have no choice but to sit obediently at the negotiating table and beg me for mercy."

Chen Yuan exhaled a thick cloud of smoke.

He looked at Director Zhao, his lips curling into a cold smile that felt strikingly out of place.

"Uncle Zhao, you don't need to worry about my stance."

"In Huaxia, I am a Law-abiding, tax-paying, model citizen."

"I will send the cleanest funds and the most Advanced downgraded technology back home without reservation."

"Because my heart is, and always will be, a Chinese heart."

Chen Yuan pointed the finger holding the cigar at the ground beneath his feet.

"But here."

"In America, in old Europe."

"To deal with those Anglo-Saxons who have bandit genes engraved in their bones."

Chen Yuan's gaze instantly turned as cold as ten-thousand-year-old ice, exuding a ferocity that made one's Soul tremble.

"I must be even more of a bandit and more barbaric than them."

"The methods I use are that same set of shameless hegemonic tactics from American imperialism."

"It's just that now."

"The ones being held down on the ground and plundered have become themselves."

"I want to let them taste what it's feels like to have their throats cut by powerful ships, cannons, and capital sickles."

"Here."

Chen Yuan spoke word by word, declaring his absolute sovereignty.

"I am the biggest rogue."

A long, dead silence fell over the reception room.

Only the faint sound of the central air conditioning circulated in the air.

Director Zhao stared intently at Chen Yuan's profile, which was half-lit and half-shadowed in the smoke.

He suddenly realized that all the persuasion and concerns he had prepared earlier seemed so pale and laughable at this moment.

This man didn't need guidance from anyone at all.

His heart was strong enough to withstand the malice of the entire world, and his methods were ruthless enough to make the most cunning politicians tremble with fear.

"You kid..."

After a long time.

Director Zhao finally let out a long sigh of relief.

On his serious and rigid face, a rare smile appeared—one that was both relieved and complex.

He shook his head and reached out to pat Chen Yuan's shoulder.

The strength was great, carrying a sense of ultimate recognition from a senior to a Junior, as well as the mutual respect of a great power's soldier for a fellow hero.

"Since you know what you're doing, I won't say any more."

Director Zhao gathered the top-secret agreement on the table and carefully tucked it away against his body.

"Leave the matters back home to me."

"That old cancer, Chen Tianba, definitely won't be able to make a comeback this time."

"As for you out here..." Director Zhao gave him a deep look, "Stay safe. Don't let things get out of hand."

"Don't worry, Uncle Zhao."

Chen Yuan smiled as he escorted Director Zhao to the main entrance on the first floor of the manor.

"Umbrella's defensive line is such that even if God came, He'd have to buy a ticket."

The black bulletproof Hongqi Sedan had already been waiting for a long time.

Director Zhao didn't waste any more words.

He swiftly pulled open the car door and sat in the back seat.

The bulletproof windows slowly rolled up, obscuring the deep gaze of the great power's special envoy.

Accompanied by the low roar of the engine, the Hongqi Sedan smoothly drove out of Elysium Manor's towering steel gates and quickly disappeared into the darkening night of San Verde.

Chen Yuan stood on the steps.

He watched as the taillights completely vanished from his line of sight.

The smile on the corners of his mouth gradually faded, and his pitch-black eyes returned to a state of dead-water-like calm.

"Boss, the liquidation back home should be starting very soon."

Victor emerged from some corner, his fat face covered in a fawning smile.

"Should we open some champagne in advance to celebrate?"

Chen Yuan paid him no mind.

He just quietly felt the unusual chill brought by the night wind.

He turned around.

He took a step, preparing to walk back to the main building.

However.

Less than three minutes after the bulletproof Hongqi Sedan had driven out of the Elysium Manor's outer perimeter buffer zone.

"Beep— Beep— Beep—!!!"

A sharp, ear-piercing, and even high-frequency vibration that felt like it was tearing through eardrums.

It exploded across the control board of the entire underground command center without any warning!

That was the highest-level red alert for the outer Silent Induction Radar!

It wasn't a conventional infrared trigger.

It wasn't a gravity sensor.

It was an extremely eerie, ultra-high-speed moving object that had instantaneously breached the sonar detection threshold!

Chen Yuan's footsteps came to a sudden halt.

He turned his head sharply, his keen gaze sweeping toward the deep darkness outside the manor gates like a searchlight.

"Red Queen!"

Chen Yuan barked in a sharp, low voice.

"Something has come in."

The Red Queen's mechanical voice quickly echoed in the air, rarely carrying a slight static noise from data processing overload.

"Boss, the radar cannot capture a specific form."

"The target's body temperature is extremely low, and its speed exceeds human physiological limits by four times."

"It has bypassed the electric fence..."

"It is at your nine o'clock position!"