Chapter 1545 - 503: Cyber 2K: The Chaos of Lin Miao (Confirmed)_3

Chapter 1545: Chapter 503: Cyber 2K: The Chaos of Lin Miao (Confirmed)_3

Miles had just reactivated them and even arranged for a treatment team to manage the bodies that were tortured to their limits by drugs and prosthetics.

Only one word remained—Loyalty!

Yet ICE mobilized a large number of infantry to surround Georgia without the consent of Military Technology, in addition to players raiding Jekyll Island, which made the Military Technology board furious.

This was serious overstepping of authority + unconstitutional + illegal, legally speaking they could nail Lin Miao to the defendant’s seat ten thousand times over.

Therefore, they themselves used administrative means to forcibly order Lin Miao to enter the holographic conference hall.

Lin Miao, who was originally negotiating with others, was extremely annoyed, and after receiving the invitation could only ask the other party to wait for a moment.

Upon entering the holographic conference hall of Military Technology, Lin Miao found himself seemingly standing on some kind of interrogation seat, surrounded by a circle of huge steles, twelve in total, all hidden in darkness, leaving only an eye pattern with a number visible, making Lin Miao look as small as an ant before them.

But in his heart, Lin Miao mocked, ’What is this SEELE, did you come to the wrong set? This isn’t EVA.’

Of course, Lin Miao knew what these steles represented. Behind each one were the major shareholders of Military Technology, each immensely wealthy and powerful.

During the division of the United States into New America, a massive amount of assets was swallowed by the Military Technology board, binding itself with New America’s economy, military, and more. These people even forced some of the old money in other states to band together in opposition.

And now, they ran into a group of outsiders who didn’t care about any regulations they set.

A stele lit up, revealing the Arabic numeral 8.

"You’ve overstepped, Lin. Your newly formed armed organization illegally surrounded Georgia. You even allowed Cuban troops to enter U.S. airspace without permission. Just this charge alone, I can declare you treasonous."

Another 6-numbered stele lit up and said,

"Confiscate his property and wipe out him and his people with a nuclear bomb."

In urgent times, Military Technology had no more leeway to play house with Lin Miao. A nuclear bomb it was, dealing with the aftermath could come later.

"Agreed."

"Agreed."

"Agre..."

They did not let Lin Miao say a word, they simply declared the fate of Lin Miao and the players on their own.

Lin Miao sort of understood their thoughts. Without Military Technology’s help, the Horizons Corporation, lacking transport capacity, would never have been able to bring back the large troops from Cuba to New America, not to mention the abundance of military supplies.

On New America’s turf, Military Technology had the final say.

Previously, if Lin Miao could live well, it was all due to Military Technology’s protective work over him. If he defeated the European Community, it was also due to the strong support they provided. Without Military Technology, he was nothing.

It sounds foolish, but the world never lacks for fools.

Those who have never been to the front lines sitting in offices could never possibly imagine how brutal the frontline battlefield is nor understand the massive lethality carried by players relying on absolute single combat and tactical coordination.

This self-righteous, arrogant Old Deng mindset is precisely one of the culprits that led every enterprise into the gutter.

"Heh..."

Facing more and more accusations, Lin Miao bowed his head and chuckled lightly, his mocking laughter causing the entire conference hall to fall silent, everyone seemed like they had their throats squeezed, unable to speak.

Lin Miao raised his head, looked at the board members, and asked with some confusion,

"Have I been too generous with you all?"

"You... you..."

The voice from the number one stele was like a chicken about to be strangled, stutteringly saying

"What... did... you... do..."

At this moment, Lucas in the Washington Military Technology building was lying in his internet chair, a network cable connected to his neck, his brows furrowed, seeming somewhat uncomfortable, but the life detector beside him showed everything as normal.

"I never expected it to be like this."

Lin Miao lifted his leg, the interrogation barrier holding him broke down easily, stepping straight to the closest number 8 stele, lightly inserting his right hand into the stele, as if clutching someone’s heart.

He continued to speak leisurely,

"I never meant for my players to attack."

"Together, we drove away the dark, ignorant night of Cuba and New America."

"But you all betrayed me, betrayed all the people of New America."

Honestly, if these Military Technology board members had been more humble, continued seeking cooperation, Lin Miao might have agreed, after all, Military Technology still held nearly 70% of America’s heavy industry and advanced industries.

The wise man adapts to circumstances. But precisely because there are so few who adapt, great figures are so rare.

He exerted slight force with his fingers, with a click, Thomson Franklin in Georgia suffered cardiac arrest, and the heart rate on the nearby life-support monitor became a straight line, causing the nurse next to him to scream on the spot.

"You seized governmental powers and lied to your people."

"Humans only have one chance for revival, if you can’t seize it, then let me finish it!"

As he passed each stele, it symbolized the death of a powerful individual, the firewall Military Technology prided itself on was no better than a piece of paper in front of Lin Miao, it couldn’t protect these board members’ lives at all.

"Let the war begin!"

"From Washington’s sky to the edge of Europe."

"Let the Pacific and Atlantic oceans boil, let the stars of near-Earth orbit fall, even if I have to spill the last drop of my blood."

"I want to see the final liberation of the world proletariat."

"If I can’t save it from your failure, then let the world burn."