Chapter 1337 - 434: I’d Fight Even If the King of Heaven Came! (Part 2)

Chapter 1337: Chapter 434: I’d Fight Even If the King of Heaven Came! (Part 2)

"But even if they obtain this technology, they won’t apply it, because it would overturn the entire foundation of the industry chain and personnel training, and the upfront costs needed are enormous.

In the capital market, they constantly face threats from countless competitors, and any slight misstep could lead to total ruin. In a zero-sum game, rather than risking it all to develop new technology, they’d prefer to seal it away, as if it never existed."

"For them, ensuring the scarcity of products and earning excessive profits is clearly more important than taking on social responsibilities."

The golden fry ultimately died in the mouth of the big fish, its body buried in the silt, never to see daylight.

Then the fish pond transformed into a forest, the fish became towering American redwoods, their canopies obscuring the sky, and beneath them, not a single blade of grass could grow.

Fear flickered in Song Zhaomei’s eyes.

"Are they... Peizhuo Petrochemical and Soviet Petrochemical?"

The current energy monopolies worldwide are precisely these two, with biotechnology being provided by Chun Er wheat behind them.

At least oil is an irreplaceable chemical raw material, while Chun Er really is just fuel.

"Far more than that, everything you see across various industries—Continental Foods Corporation, Military Science, Huang Ban, EBM, Orbital Aviation, Trauma Team... They’re all monopolies deeply bound with ZB and YH, counterbinding the national economy, achieving too-big-to-fail status, and they hide and destroy new technologies beyond count."

Lin Miao picked up a shovel and stuck it into the ground, becoming like a farmer.

"I’m merely digging out these technologies that have already been buried in the soil."

However, most companies simply hollow out the government, while Soviet Petrochemical seized the Soviet Union. It didn’t hijack the national economy; it hijacked the entire nation as a deformed monster.

And the culprit behind all this is Gorbachev, who secretly ordered a nuclear bomb drop on the Middle East for petroleum monopoly, utterly abandoning that flag.

Others might think the Soviet Union went mad, but even the Soviets themselves thought the government went insane.

Why could Soviet Petrochemical’s army, tens of thousands strong, easily defeat the defense army, that million-strong steel avalanche?

Because everyone abandoned the Soviet government, even its military and people discarded it.

Although it was later replaced by a deformed monster, that was better than a creature that dared to use nuclear bombs to kill over a billion Middle Easterners for oil interests.

"But why did you agree to work for Miles under the New America government?"

Although asking the boss this question was abrupt and rude, Song Zhaomei knew Lin Miao wouldn’t care about such formalities, and she wore a sorrowful expression.

"I’ve heard the fleet from Europe is already on its way, and this time they’re serious. Aren’t you worried about that side?"

"People do what people do."

Lin Miao waved away the data projection.

"I don’t understand military matters; caring too much would only make me a joke. Rather than waste that time, I’d better find ways to secure more resources for them to expand their victory."

"Honestly, I didn’t expect her to coerce me into joining the New American government, to work for her, but I can roughly guess what Miles wants to do."

"What is that?"

"Use my head as bait. Now, how many people are watching me? By having me take this position, they want me to die in those states. Once I’m dead, she’ll have enough excuse to dispatch Marine Corps forces to forcibly take over the local government’s power and then smoothly acquire all of Horizon Corporation’s assets."

"And you agreed with her? Isn’t that very dangerous?"

"Behind the danger lies profit; she bets I can’t let go of the resources represented by this power, and she bets correctly."

Just below one person, above tens of thousands!

First strike, then report, royal prerogative!

If Lin Miao can hold on in this position and overcome this difficulty, he could even directly confront the CEO of the Military Technology in political prestige, and it’s not impossible to run for the next New American president.

However, Lin Miao doesn’t care about the presidency.

He wants more.

Perhaps even Miles herself wouldn’t realize she’d opened a huge gateway for Lin Miao.

And the conditions reached by both sides are far from just this.

There’s also the rental of Virginia’s Newport News Shipyard to build large armed airships belonging to Horizon Corporation, and Horizon Corporation’s engineers can participate and learn throughout the process.

Tax-free business allowances within New America, armed licenses, etc.

All these are what Lin Miao traded his own head for.

Moreover, currently the whole world is opening gambling markets, betting on the Cuba battlefield’s outcome; funds from the world’s wealthy are pouring into the pool, with Europe winning at 8-to-1 odds, Horizon Corporation winning at 1-to-7.3, drawing in nearly hundreds of billions in funds, which has driven the odds of both sides to exaggerated levels.

Winners will be overflowing with wealth, while losers will lose everything.

Lin Miao certainly has no money to gamble, but he established an account by gathering funds from players, then handed it all to West Fire Grass, letting him use the drug lord’s money with this fund, betting through investment’s shell game.

He might not have the means, but the people behind West Fire Grass could teach him hand by hand.

Lose?

If Lin Miao lost, he’d lose his life, the game would shut down, so does he care about this money?

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On the Cuba side, the Havana organization has reached a state of frenzy.

Anyone who can breathe, who can walk, no matter what age or gender, from six to sixty, is dragged onto the battlefield.

In nightmare terms,

it’s time to test your loyalty to Havana!