Chapter 1552 - 507: The Fuse Is Burning, The Fuse Is Burning

Chapter 1552: Chapter 507: The Fuse Is Burning, The Fuse Is Burning

The death of the director of Military Technology is a signal, a signal that both sides have completely torn off their masks.

Although there are internal struggles within each company, and there is no so-called immunity for the powerful, they generally adhere to one implicit rule: you can kill the lower and middle ranks at will, and even some regional leaders, but you cannot kill the core decision-makers.

Just like during the corporate wars, when Huang Banjingyi died, the war immediately ended, and even Spider Murphy and her team didn’t dare do it themselves; they forced the opponent to commit ritual suicide. After Orbital Aviation captured the opponent’s CEO, they only threatened to ceasefire without taking more drastic measures.

The four corporate wars were grand in scale, but compared to the two world wars, if you put Hitler in front of Stalin, Stalin would really rush up and beat the opponent to death, rather than sit down in a fancy restaurant and discuss things while eating.

Corporate wars are generally like the early Western European nobles’ skirmishes, where losing isn’t a big deal, just pay ransom to redeem people; the value of a lord’s life is different from that of lower-class individuals.

Because in essence, they are just fighting for market share, not life-and-death struggles over nationality, state, or ideology.

But now the highest executives of the largest company in New America were collectively wiped out, died like dogs.

Especially when all the evidence shows these people died suddenly while meeting with Lin Miao, the identity of the murderer couldn’t be more apparent.

Located in Washington, Miles felt like she was about to burst. The Jekyll Island incident was managed well, the external encirclement cleared the interior and preserved evidence, with intense reactions nationwide, ready for the big push to nationalize all state enterprises’ assets and rebuild the New America.

She was the first president of the New American Federation, no! It’s of the Federation since its establishment, surpassing Lincoln in position, even the one on the throne must be replaced by her, historically known as the American Guangwu Emperor!

But she never intended to kill these company executives. At most, after seizing power, she would let these people become wealthy individuals and stay put honestly.

Lin Miao’s repeated overstepping made Miles unable to bear it any longer, even if it would cause more upheaval, she couldn’t wait any longer; no one knew what Lin Miao would do next.

She wanted Lin Miao dead, now!

Miles pressed the button in front of the president’s desk and said into the microphone,

"Lark, come over."

"Copy."

A cold reply came from Song Zhaomei on the other end of the microphone, but it sounded pleasing to Miles.

Before long, Song Zhaomei, dressed in a business black office outfit, walked into the President’s Office, turned and closed the door, standing respectfully before Miles’ desk.

"Madam President, you were looking for me?"

Miles looked at Song Zhaomei with admiration, as though viewing an unparalleled masterpiece, even the frustration from the Military Science director’s death was greatly reduced.

She stood up, walked around the desk, step by step towards Song Zhaomei, gently stroking her fingers on the other’s neck and shoulder, softly speaking.

"Zhaomei, the whole world now is in a stormy era, such times are often filled with opportunities and destruction, just like eighty years ago."

"From that day onwards, the people of New America have been suffering and in poverty, but I believe this is just a test given to us by God, as long as we pass this test, New America and its people can return to the city on the hill."

"For this, both you and I have sacrificed a lot."

Krrr—

Her fingernails sliced through Song Zhaomei’s collar like blades, the entire office outfit was cut down by Miles, turning into cloth scraps that fell to the ground.

But what was exposed was not a woman’s graceful figure, but a purely mechanical body, with a hollow torso for cooling, looking like a metal skeleton, the visceral organs and energy systems visible through the gaps.

Song Zhaomei did not move, letting Miles touch her body, not feeling anything, her few synthetic skin pieces couldn’t sense temperature, akin to the living dead.

But Miles admired deeply,

"Look at it, such a perfect torso.... just like Noah’s Ark created by the prophet."

Miles’ greatest reliance was neither Lin Miao nor ICE, nor Military Technology, but Song Zhaomei.

She knew well that only the weapon in her own hand was a real weapon, thus she spent immense costs and funds to finally get this perfect [Black Wall Weapon].

This is an omen, it’s the staff given by God to her, otherwise, there’s no way to explain why Song Zhaomei has such high adaptability with the Black Wall.

"You are my best friend and New America’s friend, you are destined to become the greatest person of New America, even more important than me, in the future all Americans will remember your name and your contributions."

In the past two years, Song Zhaomei not only cooperated unconditionally with the laboratory’s transformations but also obeyed all of Miles’ commands, completing every assignment perfectly, already perceived by Miles as her ultimate trump card.

After all, behind Song Zhaomei is the Black Wall, waiting for the future, they can fully weaponize the Black Wall, and at that time, wandering AI and the European Community would merely be stepping stones for New America.

Miles lifted Song Zhaomei’s chin with her finger,

"Now.... kill him."

"Who?"

"Lin Miao."

"Isn’t he your partner?"