In the war command room.
Dharmaraja sat behind his desk with an ice chip stuck to his forehead. He leaned lazily against the wooden chair with his eyes closed, looking like he was persisting in his work despite his illness.
He had not left the command room for almost five days. His hair was greasy, his suit was wrinkled, and his tie was nowhere to be found.
In the past three days, he had only slept for about eight hours, an average of less than three hours a day.
The lack of sleep was not the most fatal. His brain was working at high speed, and he had been on tenterhooks for a few days. Finally, he was exhausted and almost fell ill.
The elites of the intelligence group gathered around the conference table to play cards. In their words, a balance between work and rest was good for the brain to relax, so playing cards was a very necessary activity.
"Is Dharmaraja having a fever?"
"If you have a fever, you should use a warm towel. Why would you stick ice flakes on it?"
"Huh? If he has a fever, he should cool it down. Your computer is overheating. Are you putting it on a brazier to cool it down? "
"That's true."
"There's no new progress on Sanwu's side. The giant destroyed the Nanchang branch two days ago, and we don't know where he is now. Wait, I have a bomb, don't throw the cards so quickly."
"He threw the cards to trick you into throwing the bomb. Idiot, you fell for it. Don't panic, let those two half-step Polaris mess around for a while longer. Let Sanwu show up first and tell them that Bosch's half-step Polaris is on the sea and not on land. "
"It doesn't matter if he throws the bomb or doesn't have a trump card. The main thing is to make sure the opponent has no trump card. The core isn't the bomb, but the opponent still has a few bombs. How's the battle in Pantheon Palace? "
"That's really a stew. I don't know if he's dead or alive if he doesn't throw the cards."
The Think Tank Group was playing cards while discussing in whispers.
"Han Zhi … I'm thirsty …" Dharmaraja muttered.
The command room went silent. The elites of the intelligence group were stunned.
Han Zhi was the name of Dharmaraja's female secretary.
The elites of the intelligence group looked at each other, speechless. The atmosphere suddenly became a little sad.
After the death of the female secretary, Dharmaraja did have a period of depression, but he quickly adjusted his mentality and threw himself into the intense work.
After all, the ruler was still there, and the battle was not over. As the head, how could he continue to be depressed?
Everyone was very happy to see him get rid of the psychological shadow so quickly.
He thought to himself, That's more like it. It's just a woman. With Dharmaraja's status, what kind of woman can't he get?
It was just like how rich people ate pig trotters. They could eat them braised, steamed, barbecued, or with sauce.
As long as an iron pestle does not become a needle, it will pierce through the intestines and the stomach inch by inch.
Why did he have to keep thinking about a woman? How could there be such deep and sincere feelings in this day and age? It was already a materialistic society.
However, they did not expect that Dharmaraja did not let it go. He did not even recover.
His usual performance was swift and decisive, steady and serious.
But in the dead of the night, when he was exhausted, he subconsciously called out the woman's name.
The elites all looked at the leader cum boss of the think tank group. He was an extremely smart old pervert.
The old man sighed lecherously. "What is love in the world? It makes people promise to live and die for it."
His subordinates asked, "Boss, what do you think?"
The old man thought for a moment and said, "1200 is enough for a vigorous love. If it's 5000, the love will be deeper."
In this way, the underlings had an intuitive impression of love.
At this moment, an employee in charge of contacting the frontline stood up after receiving a call. "Dharmaraja, 'Giant' Marr Gaetirahan has appeared in the Fuzhou branch."
The elites of the think tank raised their eyebrows and sneered. "He's here."
Dharmaraja slowly opened his eyes. "Inform Jiese, we can move now."
Deep into the night, Fuzhou branch.
The Fuzhou branch stood by the lake. It was the core building of the Zhanhu Science Park.
All the office buildings in the entire science park were the property of the Fuzhou branch. The property of the science park was, of course, a branch of Bosch Real Estate.
Zhanhu Science Park was a newly built CBD area. The real estate company that bid for the construction was Bosch.
After Bosch was established, they bid for various industrial zones and CBD areas in all the important cities in the country and built them into branches.
Other than the headquarters in Shanghai, which was built in the busiest CBD area, the other branches were built from scratch.
On one hand, this was to save costs. After all, building a branch in a busy area was too expensive. Even a money-making machine like Bosch and the funds allocated by the higher-ups couldn't afford such a huge expenditure.
Although it was troublesome to start from scratch, the land was cheap. Also, building a similar science park and renting out the rest of the office buildings could earn back the cost in a few years.
Then, it was kept secret. They could set up a piece of land and do whatever they wanted. It would be difficult for outsiders to discover the secret of the Blood Descendants.
In the dead of the night, the office buildings in the Zhanhu Science Park were all dark. However, the main building where the branch was located was brightly lit. The xenon headlights turned slowly, and the light swept across the entire science park.
Da da da.
Boom, boom, boom.
The sounds of machine guns firing and grenades exploding intertwined with each other.
The office buildings, streets, and supermarkets would occasionally have flashes of fire and smoke billowing.
This place had become a battlefield. The Blood Descendants of the Supers Association and the employees of the Fuzhou branch fired at each other with machine guns. They threw grenades at each other.
The Fuzhou branch even called in armed helicopters to help. The heavy machine guns and grenades that attacked the city caused a lot of casualties to the Blood Descendants of the Supers Association.
"These foreign devils, if it wasn't for the headquarters restricting our weapons, I would blow them up into the sky with a Dongfeng grenade." The head of the Fuzhou branch, Zhang Xuezhong, pulled the trigger of an RPG. A trail of smoke shot through the glass and hit the enemy who was trying to break in through the window.
The fire engulfed the enemy, but the explosive force did not kill him. He was only seriously injured.
"Damn, they're all elites." Zhang Xuezhong spat out a mouthful of saliva.
"Forget about the Dongfeng grenade. You're not killing the enemy, you're planting mushrooms." An officer complained. "It'd be better if we had helicopters."
The situation was not ideal. The weapons and equipment of the Fuzhou branch were better than these Blood Descendants who had traveled a long distance, but the combat power of the elites was far inferior.
The enemies were all talents. They were sent to the Far East to fight, so naturally, none of them were weak. There were only so many experts in the Fuzhou branch.
Right now, they were just barely maintaining their balance with the concentrated firepower.
"Have you notified the headquarters?"
"Yes. Let us hold on for half an hour. Reinforcements will arrive in half an hour."
Zhang Xuezhong grabbed the communicator and shouted, "Brothers, hold on for half an hour. The dead will be buried in a golden coffin, and the living will be young models."
The battle was broken up into small pieces. Some of the employees defended the headquarters building, while others fought guerrilla warfare outside. They used the terrain and armed firepower to tangle with the Blood Descendants of the Supers Association.
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