7: Chapter 7 System, and you call this "basic security"?

On the third underground level, this place was originally a disused cold storage room for the Pharmaceutical Factory.

The air was filled with white mist from a liquid nitrogen leak, and the chill was bone-piercing.

But to Chen Yuan, this was the most reassuring place in all of San Verde, because his "money bag" and "lifeline" were both here.

【 Biological Weapon R&D Center (Primary) 】

These large characters flickered in his field of vision, and accompanied by the heavy sound of metal gates opening, a space filled with a sci-fi atmosphere revealed itself before his eyes.

Gone were the rusted reaction vessels, replaced by two rows of massive cylindrical glass incubation pods filled with pale green nutrient solution; they not only illuminated the dim basement but also highlighted the two behemoths sleeping within, making them look like ancient demon gods.

"Is this... the 'Basic Security' I asked for?"

Chen Yuan stood before the incubation pod, having to tilt his head back to see the full appearance of the monster inside.

It stood 2.5 meters tall, its entire body covered in skin of a deathly grayish-white, as hard as granite.

The muscles didn't bulge exaggeratedly like those of a human bodybuilding champion; instead, they were twisted together like steel cables, filled with extreme explosive power.

What made one's scalp tingle the most was its right hand.

That could no longer be called a hand; huge bone spurs pierced through the skin, forming a structure resembling sharp claws—it was simply a natural weapon born to tear through armor.

"System, do you have some misunderstanding about the words 'Security'?"

Chen Yuan couldn't help but complain, "I just wanted to hire a few capable bodyguards, even retired special forces soldiers would do. If you let this thing loose, are you trying to make me raze San Verde to the ground?"

【 T-800 Tyrant (Prototype): An initial achievement in bio-synthetic human technology. Possesses basic intelligence, pain sensation is completely blocked, skin hardness is comparable to light armor, and single-arm strength can reach 3 tons. 】

【 System Comment: In this world full of malice, appropriate overkill is the greatest respect for life. 】

"Overkill?"

Chen Yuan looked at the bald monster in the incubation pod, his mouth twitching uncontrollably, "You call this overkill? This is practically an overflow of firepower!"

Alice walked over to the console, her slender fingers dancing across the keyboard.

"Boss, although the appearance is a bit... rugged, its practicality is beyond doubt."

She pressed the red 【 Wake Up 】 button, "And considering the group of guests approaching outside, I think they have arrived just in time."

"Hiss—"

Along with the sound of a pressure relief valve opening, the nutrient solution in the incubation pod drained rapidly.

The glass cover slowly rose.

Those two Tyrants, originally as still as sculptures, suddenly moved.

They slowly opened their eyes; there were no pupils, only a chaotic white, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression under the dim lights.

"Thud!"

Tyrant No. 1 took a heavy step, and the specially made alloy floor groaned under the unbearable weight; it lowered its head, looking at the human who didn't even reach its chest, and then slowly knelt on one knee.

The movement actually carried a strange sense of solemnity, just like a medieval knight swearing allegiance to his monarch.

Immediately following, Tyrant No. 2 also knelt down.

The two mountain-like monsters were now prostrate at Chen Yuan's feet, waiting for his command.

Chen Yuan took a deep breath, the thrill of controlling everything instantly washing away his previous desire to complain.

This was power.

In this world where the weak are prey to the strong, only this kind of absolute violence could protect that mountain of wealth.

"Get up."

Chen Yuan waved his hand indifferently, "Although they are a bit ugly, after looking at them for a while, they are actually quite pleasing to the eye."

He walked up to Tyrant No. 1, reached out, and knocked on its iron-hard pectoral muscles, producing a dull "thud, thud" sound.

"Since you are 'Security', you must look the part."

Chen Yuan turned to look at Alice, "Get them two sets of clothes. Don't go out with your butts bare like this; it doesn't matter if you scare the children, but it's bad for the city's appearance."

"There are only a few extra-large special protective suits in the warehouse that the workers used to wear, along with a few welding masks."

Alice pointed to the pile of clutter in the corner, "They should barely be able to fit into them."

"Then just make do with those."

Chen Yuan straightened his suit tie, his eyes gradually turning cold, "After all, they are going to attend a wild party tonight."

...

Above ground.

The twelve pickup trucks had already smashed through the Pharmaceutical Factory's flimsy iron gate, charging wildly across the factory grounds like a herd of crazed buffalo, kicking up dust that blotted out the sky.

"Screech—"

A chorus of harsh screeching brakes rang out.

The doors opened, and dozens of heavily armed gangsters jumped out; they held AK47s, shotguns, and some even carried RPG rocket launchers, with bloodthirsty, sinister smiles on their faces.

The leader was a burly man with a full beard, named "Wild Dog".

He was a notorious butcher in this area, and it was said that he loved nothing more than cutting off his enemies' heads and kicking them around like bowling balls.

"Is this the Pharmaceutical Factory opened by that kid named Chen Yuan?"

Wild Dog spat out his cigarette butt and crushed it fiercely with his foot, his eyes scanning the surroundings greedily, "I heard this kid made a fortune recently; that bullshit 'Strength' potion can sell for hundreds of thousands of dollars a day?"

"Boss, it's millions!" a lackey beside him corrected.

"Who cares if it's millions!"

Wild Dog raised the golden AK in his hand and fired a burst at the office building's windows, "Today, it's all mine! Brothers, charge in for me! Chop the men up to feed the dogs, leave the women to warm my bed! Empty out all the money!"

"Awooo—"

The group of thugs let out a bestial howl, surging toward the office building like a tide.

Just then.

The office building's main door slowly opened.

There were no bodyguards rushing out to counterattack as expected, nor were there any cries of begging for mercy.

There was only a young man in a crisp suit, holding a glass of red wine, standing elegantly on the steps as if he were welcoming guests to a banquet.

Chen Yuan.

Watching the wolf-like and tiger-like thugs below, not only did he not feel the slightest fear, but he gently swirled his wine glass, as if looking at a group of dead pigs waiting to be served.

"Good evening, everyone."

Chen Yuan's voice was not loud, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears amidst the noisy gunfire, "Although I would love to welcome you all as guests, isn't the way you entered... a bit too rude?"

Wild Dog was stunned for a moment, then burst into wild laughter.

"Rude? Hahahaha! Has this kid read so many books he's gone stupid?"

He aimed his gun at Chen Yuan's forehead, "Not only am I rude, but I'm also going to send you to meet God! Fire!"

"Rat-tat-tat-tat!"

Countless tongues of fire erupted.

But just as the bullets were about to hit Chen Yuan, two huge dark shadows suddenly rushed out from the shadows on both sides of the door, blocking in front of Chen Yuan like two moving city walls.

"Clang! Clang!"

The bullets hit the two behemoths, unexpectedly sparking and making the sound of metal striking metal, before falling powerlessly to the ground.

The gunfire gradually ceased.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

The smoke and dust dissipated, revealing the true appearance of the two monsters.

They were wearing black protective suits that were stretched to the point of bursting, and on their heads were welding masks painted with skull patterns; their 2.5-meter height made them stand out from the crowd like cranes in a flock of chickens.

They were gatekeepers from hell.

"What... is that thing?" Wild Dog felt his throat go dry, and his hand holding the gun was actually trembling slightly.

Chen Yuan peeked out from behind the Tyrant, raised his wine glass, and smiled slightly at the dumbstruck crowd:

"Let me formally introduce them; these are my newly hired security guards."

"Although they don't have the best temper usually, they are very enthusiastic when dealing with uninvited guests."

"Close the door."

Chen Yuan snapped his fingers lightly, his voice as cold as if it came from the underworld, "Release the dogs."