Alien Arms Empire

Chapter 290 Chapter 290

"Damn it! They're all trash! Trash!" The fat man in Cyric's council, who had been coveting Sophia's beauty all this time, cursed angrily while holding the wine glass in his hand.

The smiling old man Tiger, who was always smiling, didn't have a smile on his face this time, and cursed coldly: "Trash? They should all be damned! 5 troops! Unexpectedly, the entire army was annihilated just like this, and became someone else's prisoner." ?”

When they got together, they were also discussing the news they had just confirmed—the war started by them seemed to be getting out of their control, and was heading in a direction they didn't want to see.

Dorn triumphed, led by two unknown young men to a brilliant and unprecedented victory.

After this battle, two famous generals will be added to the world, and their names will be as bright as stars.

But at this moment, these two names made Cyric, the directors of such a wealthy country, grit their teeth with hatred!

The fat man was almost yelling to vent his dissatisfaction and fear: "Who would have thought that with such a huge advantage, they were all defeated! Lost!"

Yes, fear, he was used to being in control, used to the feeling of being above the world when the outcome of the war was known before it broke out.

But now, everything was out of his control, which made him feel dangerous, so he became sickly and violent.

His voice was sharp, echoing in the luxurious, huge and slightly empty room: "That's 70 warships! 70 ships! A year ago, these warships were enough to destroy a country!"

"What's the use of saying this now? Can saying this now change anything? Should we think about it and think about what we should do next?" The ugly woman who has been jealous of Sophia's beauty has distorted facial features. The ugly face has now become like a Yaksha.

Fatty suddenly stood up from the sofa, and shouted angrily: "Use all our strength, no matter what, we must destroy this damn, what Datang Group!"

To be honest, he doesn't care about any gains anymore, even if it's a loss, even if it's just to deter those possible opponents, he hopes to crush the Datang Group and completely evaporate this enemy!

"However, the other members of the council will not easily agree to such misappropriation of power. We persuaded them before, but the situation has obviously changed now." Although the old man was very unwilling, he reminded him helplessly.

The council is not covering the sky with their own hands. They tried their best to persuade those people to agree to their plan before, but now they may not be able to persuade others to continue to support them.

After all, everyone joined the Cyric Consortium only to make money and control more power by relying on arms.

Going against the purpose of making money and threatening the power of the directors, everyone will become cautious, conservative, and suspicious...

In fact, it’s just an ordinary-looking woman, but she looks a bit ugly under the background of Sophia, and added helplessly: "We have paid too much in this war! In this case, continue the war... no Any good..."

"However, if we admit defeat at this time, wouldn't... the price we paid before be lost in vain?" The fat man was still unwilling, staring at the two partners, and said reluctantly.

"All the gains of the six countries...even if we win this war, we can't make up for our losses..." The old man sighed and said in a very embarrassed way.

The woman was also a little powerless, snorted and said, "Others must be very angry with us, because we are the ones who finally decided to launch this war."

"Damn it! Those bastards! The 8 army lost just like that! Lost!" As if stimulated by the slump of the two people, the fat man threw the glass in his hand to the ground and roared angrily again: " It's all trash! Trash!"

Glass shards splashed, and the wine soaked the expensive carpet. The bodyguards at the door were taken aback, but no one dared to rush in to see what happened.

"Now, Tarun Kingdom is completely hopeless. Even if we want to help, the ending will not change." The old man looked at the glass shards flying down at his feet, glanced at the fat man with some dissatisfaction, and said .

Tarun Kingdom is Fatty's sphere of influence, and the business there is also Fatty's family business, so this time Fatty's loss can be said to be the biggest.

However, no one here will sympathize with anyone. Everyone is a businessman. Perhaps at a critical moment, the first to annex their friends is their own people.

The woman was also a little gloating, and said to the fat man, "They will be blocked by the Datang Group's warships, and then they will die completely! If they surrender, they will also fall to the Datang Group. From the result, we will all lose there forever."

"What forever! I'll take it back sooner or later!" The fat man's face was full of displeasure and anger, but he still managed to put down his harsh words.

"This Datang Group is different from all our opponents in the past. Our opponents in the past did not have advanced technology, nor did they have the vision to cultivate talents." The old man reminded.

The woman pretended to have no opinion, and asked bitchly, "The question is, what should we do?"

In fact, who can become a council member of Cyric, who is not a wily fox?It's just that they are occasionally dazzled by interests and make some bold attempts, and they are actually not stupid...

"Obviously, we can't give up on this war. At least, let the war go on! Because once the war is over, our income will be returned to its original shape." The old man thought for a while and gave his own opinion.

He looked at the fat man and the woman who had been cooperating with him, and explained: "Without the benefits in the war, the financial figures will become very ugly, which will make us lose the trust of other members of the council. "

"They are already very annoyed, and if something goes wrong, they will definitely be furious." The woman retorted disapprovingly.

However, the old man's idea coincided with the fat man's idea of ​​continuing the war and revenge, so the fat man supported the old man's idea very much.

So he immediately said: "Then find a way to keep the war going! Keep fighting at all costs!"

"But... if we continue to fight like this, our income will become more and more ugly..." the woman reminded.

Although during the war, the sales of Cyric's weapons increased, and his income seemed to be pretty good, but as the war continued, the number of people buying Cyric's weapons became less and less, and sooner or later problems would arise.

After thinking about it, the old smiling tiger still expressed his thoughts: "Should we...should we listen to that woman Sophia's opinion? At least from the results, her...concept is correct."

In his opinion, as long as he can stabilize the situation, make money, and bring Cyric back to the top, it would be good to listen to Sophia's opinion occasionally.

But obviously, the ugly girl didn't want to mention Sophia. She sneered and said dissatisfiedly: "She was just lucky, and she bet on the right treasure when she was against us!"

"Listen to her? Then I might as well die!" The fat man also felt that if he begged Sophia at such an embarrassing time, how would he have the chance to do so in the future?
After thinking about it, in order to prevent the old man from finding an alliance with Sophia, he threw out a piece of news that he had not disclosed: "Actually, despite the failures on the battlefield, we have also gained something."

"Huh?" The woman looked at the fat man.

"What do you mean?" The old man also looked sideways and asked.

"The good news is that our acquisition plan in the East has finally succeeded. After struggling a bit and asking for a good price, the young man handed over some of the new weapon technology they created!" The fat man showed off. , just opened his mouth and said.

"Huh?" Hearing what he said, both the woman and the old man became interested.

The fat man then explained: "The merger I led had an effect. We acquired the workshop, and thus mastered two brand new weapons! There is a brand new automatic weapon! More advanced! A brand new automatic weapon!"

"Oh?" Hearing the new weapons, the eyes of the old man and the woman brightened a little - they are arms dealers, and new weapons often mean more profits and benefits!
The fat man shook his head confidently: "Hey hey hey hey! With metal fixed ammunition, brand new rifles, and advanced automatic pistols...we can at least compete with this damn Datang Group in most of the arms business! "

"At least! This is the only good news among a lot of bad news." The old man breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked a question that the women around him were also interested in: "That young man... what's his name? "

"His name is Fink, and he is a very talented young man! I defeated him and made him the person in charge. If he can design some new weapons, I plan to focus on training him." Fatty is not either. Fool, he directly declared his sovereignty over this young man.

Talent, naturally, should be held in the palm of one's own hands.

The old man nodded slightly: "Very good! You're doing the right thing! It's time for that woman, Sophia, to take a look. We also value technology!"

"That's right! We will be able to revitalize Cyric soon and bring Cyric back to the dominant position! We are undefeated! Hahahaha!" The fat man laughed loudly proudly.

"Cyric is invincible! Hahaha!" The old man also laughed.

"Long live Cyric!" The woman echoed coldly.

(End of this chapter)