Faisal Herman woke up in his palace-like villa, bathed and changed clothes under the service of four maids. He lived a life like a caliph, but his eyes were full of emptiness.
"Master, you are going to Leyard Headquarters today to attend a new product launch conference. This is your formal attire." A tall woman walked in. Her legs and arms were replaced with prosthetics, and even the exposed
The neck is covered with special material.
"My Farid, seeing you every day makes me so happy." Faisal reached out and stroked the woman's cheek. It was an artificial product far tougher than human skin, an experimental product of Qilushi.
Although it will greatly increase the user's defense, it will cause the user to lose touch and be accompanied by periodic itching.
The woman was like a puppet, standing there and letting Faisal play with him. She was Faisal's prisoner, but also his personal plaything, bodyguard, secretary, and driver. Her identity changed completely according to his mood.
"Did you know? When you are by my side, you will constantly remind me that life is so fragile and can be distorted by force at will." Faisal put on a straight shirt, turned his back to the woman and looked at himself in the mirror:
"We are all equally miserable, but I have found a way to heaven, and you can only sink into the hell I created."
Faisal snapped his fingers, and the woman regained her ability to move again. She mechanically stepped forward and helped the man put on his suit on the boat.
Her former name was Hayat Haifa, the sister of Inam Haifa. In order to find her missing sister, she ventured into Faisal's villa, but unfortunately she was discovered by the security guard.
Of course, she did find her sister, at least part of her, and hatred and revenge filled her heart.
But it only lasted one night. In the following months, her only wish was to end her life as soon as possible.
However, she couldn't do it because Faisal didn't agree. He could control her will. She was just his Farid, his unique plaything.
"Tell me, Farid, how many things have I replaced in your body?" Faisal had a twisted smile on his face, looking directly at the woman, as if expecting the answer to come out of her mouth.
"You have replaced my limbs, spine, 60% of my skin, eyes, teeth, some soft tissues, and digestive system." Farid recovered expressionlessly, even if she wanted to show sadness, she couldn't.
Free skin is not that sensitive.
Even her tears could only flow silently in her heart, because she was equipped with Qilushi's combat prosthetic eye, which did not have the 'leisure' function of tear glands.
"Very good, Farid, you know? Today is a good day for you!" Faisal walked out of the villa with a satisfied smile and said to the woman behind him: "Qilusi will announce his own at the press conference.
A new generation of prosthetic heart, with it, you will never be soft-hearted again!"
Farid's heartbeat stopped for a beat, knowing what she would encounter next.
"Tell the chef to prepare well. Fresh ingredients always need to be paired with suitable red wine. There is a bottle of wine in my collection that makes my heart burn. It is particularly suitable." Faisal walked quickly and seemed to be impatient: "Let's go
Airport, I can’t stand having to drive to Riad anymore!”
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"The target's convoy has already set off. There are thirty-five vehicles in total, divided into seven groups." Ethan, with several cables plugged into his head, was lying in a truck with his eyes closed while controlling nearly twenty unmanned aerial vehicles.
machine, observing the target's situation.
"I have never seen such a cautious bastard. His security expenditure is definitely a figure that can scare people." Ethan frowned: "The helicopter also took off. Good news, I can confirm that he is not on the helicopter. I just
After checking the model of the plane, it can only accommodate five passengers except the pilot, and the signal shows that the passengers are carrying guns."
"Convoys No. 1 to 6 will leave the Bay Area in 18 minutes. Convoy No. 7 has separated and is heading to the airport." Ethan continued to report: "After the convoys are completely dispersed, I can travel at most 150 kilometers."
Rene is tracking three of the groups."
"Head, next you need to guess the blind box." As Ethan spoke, he took a deep breath of Paradise, and the corners of his mouth twitched in a twisted way.
Tang Ji and other team members were all gathered on a helicopter, which had the license plate of a local tourism company. As long as they did not open fire in the air, they did not have to worry about being shot down by anti-aircraft fire.
Fortunately, Tang Ji and the others didn't only have one chance for the multiple-choice question. Tang Ji had already thought about it. If they got it wrong, they would take advantage of their high mobility and choose a few more times.
The cost is nothing more than lives. Every time they make a wrong choice, the number of enemies they have to face will increase exponentially. Fortunately, the Qilusi Group and Lazarus are considered to be the brightest for a while, and they do not stand out with force.
Of course, Qilushi may be weaker in this regard. Neon is a semi-colonial country that does not even have sovereignty, let alone any military power. It wants to imitate Lazarus and suck blood from the military, but it cannot do so.
Even if Neon Corporation sneaks into the wasteland, they can only build the wasteland security office from scratch. Why do they support the Tiger Claw Gang? Because Neon's capital has been strong for decades, and they can only rely on street power in terms of force.
From the first corporate war to the second corporate war, Neon's capital never took advantage of it. Every time, it was slapped in the face with the handle of a gun by the person who lifted the table, without any suspense.
What Tang Ji really needs to worry about is the veterans of the Petrochemical Alliance. These people have fought traditional wars with real swords and guns, and have withstood the baptism of modern warfare. They are the backbone of the Petrochemical Alliance.
"Let's go to the airport." Tang Ji patted the pilot, who was a local guerrilla with a baby face and seemed not to care about the upcoming firefight.
These people may not understand what new energy companies do, but this does not prevent the guerrillas from collecting money from new energy companies and causing trouble for the petrochemical alliance.
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"Mr. Faisal, our radar has found traces of some drones in the city. According to trajectory calculations, they have intensively scouted your residence." The voice of the local garrison liaison officer of the Petrochemical Alliance came on the phone: "
Please be careful, and if you need additional help, you can contact Chief Bernard."
Faisal hesitated for a moment, thanked the other party with a smile, and then rejected the other party's kindness.
That bastard Bernard took a fancy to the resources in his hands and hoped to purchase a batch of military-style prosthetics at a low price, leaving no profit margin for him at all.
Faisal cannot tolerate such a thing, nor can the organization above him. If the same business is completed, it will greatly lower his evaluation in Qilu Division, and may even affect his promotion to the top of the company at the end of the year.
plan.
He even suspected that Bernard had personally arranged this warning just to force him to submit.