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Destroying Roxson would not benefit Lane Capital either.
"and……"
Emilia hesitated for a moment, then said:
"Roxson seems to have sensed something too, and has never given up investigating the source of the massive short selling in the capital market before the Roxson refinery explosion. If we do it again, it will be very easy for Roxson to catch us red-handed."
"Then just wear multiple layers of skin to make sure Roxson doesn't find anything wrong with you," Hawke laughed. "Other leek seedlings can be cut off at the root, but Roxson is different. He's messed with me, you understand? He's messed with me!"
..... ... ....
“Understood!” Emilia nodded, stopped talking nonsense, turned around and discussed the plan with Jordan, and began to arrange the short selling against Roxson.
Since Roxon has offended this guy, what else is there to say?
Just do it!
“Roxon…”
Hawke whispered something.
The Extinction Virus, which covets my territory, was repelled once, but it came back again; it's clearly trying to harm me.
I, Hawke, am a kind and easy-going person who is good at making friends and approachable. I have always wanted to be a good person.
But why do you have to be so eager to die?!
Why do you have to force me like this?!
Hawke's eyes flashed with a red light like magma, and the intense heat caused the temperature in the entire office to rise.
……
Roxon Group.
Office of the Chairman.
"Has Killian...sent a message?"
Dario Agger sat in his office chair, gazing at the brightly lit New York City below, swirling the fragrant wine in his glass, and asked.
"We've made contact," the assistant said respectfully. "Killian has requested that we continue to pressure the Lane Group, hoping to merge it into our Roxon Group as soon as possible. He said he would notify us immediately once the project is completed, but due to the Lane Group's close monitoring, it's difficult to get back to us in a timely manner."
139. Roxon, may God bless you. [Please subscribe and give flowers!]
“Very good, let’s keep a close eye on things,” Dario Agger said. “As soon as this project is completed, immediately send men to attack Ryan’s lab and retrieve the people and data. Remember, you absolutely cannot reveal your identities. Our current location is somewhat sensitive, and it’s not advisable to break ties with Ryan for the time being.”
Because of the Roxson refinery explosion, the White House imposed many restrictions on the Roxson Group, leaving Roxson in a difficult position and unable to engage in another confrontation with Ryan.
Ryan is a conglomerate of similar size to Roxon, and given Hawke's status as king, he is not someone to be trifled with.
Therefore, even with his demigod-like power, Dario Agger couldn't help but feel constrained at this moment.
"537"
"By the way, have you investigated the source of the large number of short sellers that suddenly appeared before the explosion at our factory last time?"
"I'm sorry, boss, we haven't found out yet. The other party has cleaned up all the mess, so it will probably be difficult to investigate the matter thoroughly."
Dario Agger frowned.
Wave.
He then dismissed his assistant.
He murmured:
"You'd better keep your head down and never show your face again if you destroy my Roxson refinery, or you'll regret ever being born!"
……
As night falls, countless tiny stars dot the deep blue sky, creating a dazzling spectacle.
Hawke, under the starlight, headed to San Francisco, home to Roxon's main factories outside of Texas.
It wasn't to bomb Roxson's factory immediately, but to conduct reconnaissance first.
After all, the Roxon Corporation is no ordinary villain; its CEO, Dario Agger, is a minotaur demigod.
Who knows if there might be some kind of trap waiting for him?
We must not underestimate Roxson.
Therefore, necessary reconnaissance is indispensable.
As the old saying goes, cavalry is bound to be defeated... cough, no, I got it wrong, it's that an arrogant army is bound to be defeated.
San Francisco.
The wind from the Pacific Ocean is so strong it makes you shiver; the nights in San Francisco are really cold.
"San Francisco...does it have gold? No! What a pity, we came more than a hundred years too late and missed the gold rush."
Hawke shook his head.
If there were still gold in San Francisco, he would have to rob a few gold mines during his trip; he couldn't possibly leave empty-handed.
They went straight to Roxon's operations base.
Hawke did not descend rashly, but remained high in the air, scanning the base below.
"The defenses are indeed much tighter than before. There are hundreds of security personnel, multiple layers of sentries, and five or six times more cameras. The servers are also located elsewhere. If there were no reconnaissance, we might actually be able to find some loopholes. But now... hehe."
Hawke smiled knowingly.
"The energy zone is in the northeast corner."
Hawke produced an A4 sheet of paper and recorded everything he had seen, including the changing of the guard, the division of areas, and the barracks for armed personnel. He then drew a three-dimensional map of the Roxon base on it.
"Hmm, I see clearly now. It's not just a factory, but also an oil reserve base, along with a large number of armed personnel and weapons. Haha, that makes things easier."
Hawke's mind raced:
"However, we still need to be careful about the impact. We can't make it too powerful. We need to manage the systemic changes carefully. It's not in my nature to harm innocent people."
The brain is working, constantly adjusting the plan to sabotage.
After spending about an hour in the air above the base, Hawke had a general idea of the situation.
As for magic or anything like that, he didn't see any trace of it...
Forget it, even if it existed, what could I do...?
Hawke stretched:
"Go back and have Cipher hack in again, check the intelligence, and find out the location of the base's monitoring server. Destroy it then, otherwise, what if we leave any loopholes? We can't afford to take any chances..."
With Roxon's abilities, if he can find even the slightest flaw, he'll probably be close to the truth.
Therefore, we must not give them even the slightest chance.
"Roxon, may God bless you."
Hawke made the sign of the cross, said something compassionate, put away the A4 paper, and turned back to New York.
Well, forgiving you is God's business, and I'm responsible for sending you to meet God.
Back to the top floor of the Steinway Building.
Cheon Song-yi had already fallen asleep, wearing a silk red dress that accentuated her graceful waist and hips, facing Hawke.
Hawke had been busy all day and was exhausted. He yawned, lifted the blanket, slowly squeezed in, and hugged Cheon Song-yi.
Sleepy.
……
The next day.
Cheon Song-yi wore a light blue sweater, revealing her budding conscience, and a pair of tight jeans that accentuated her rounded hips and long, straight legs.
Walked out of the bedroom.
"Woke up?"
Hawke was busy in the kitchen when he saw Cheon Song-yi and smiled:
"Breakfast has been prepared for you, just wait to eat."
Well, Hawke's cooking skills aren't that great either. The only things he knows how to cook are the same three dishes from 4.8: fried dough sticks, eggs, and soy milk.
Cheon Song-yi, of course, didn't mind at all; on the contrary, she ate with great relish, her mouth watering.
The young master personally made breakfast for you. There are no tricks to the food, only love. How could it not be delicious?
Looking at Cheon Song-yi's pretty face, Hawke thought to himself that he might have to buy another villa. After all, this was his old nest, and how could he let Cheon Song-yi live here forever?
Should we let other little girls come and visit?
So of course, we need to get a new villa for Cheon Song-yi, either by renting or buying one.
Hawke guessed that Cheon Song-yi herself would prefer to live alone rather than be with him all the time; otherwise, would she even bother to work?
140 Hawke: My eyes feel hot, like they're about to glow.
Finished breakfast.
Hawke and Cheon Song-yi got into his car.
"How's work at Ryan Entertainment? Are you managing? Has anyone been giving you any trouble?"
Hawke touched Cheon Song-yi's new white stockings and asked with a smile.
“Oppa, overall it’s alright,” Cheon Song-yi replied. “After all, there wasn’t much to do, just the script ‘My Love from the Star’ that you provided the ideas for.”
Cheon Song-yi leaned back in the comfortable seat, enjoying the enveloping feel of the leather upholstery, and felt Hawke's fingertips lightly caressing her white stockings.
"Oh? That?" Hawke seemed to just remember, his fingers pausing. "So, is the team assembled? Director, screenwriter, lead actor?"
“The scriptwriting team is refining the script based on your core ideas,” Cheon Song-yi turned her head to look at his sharply defined profile. “The director has contacted a few, but it’s not finalized yet. As for the male lead…” She paused, her tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible anticipation and teasing, “Based on your description of an ‘alien who has lived on Earth for hundreds of years,’ he needs to be both inhumanly handsome and possess a world-weary aloofness… Oppa, do you think it’s easy to find someone like that?” She blinked. “Or, Hawk Oppa, have you ever thought about experiencing acting for yourself? Playing a… um… a seemingly unassuming super-rich man?”
"Pfft—" Hawke was amused by her words. "Are you arranging a job for me after I'm laid off?" He shook his head decisively. "I'm not interested in the camera."