harleyscars Chapter 273 Winning a moderate victory!
Chapter 273 Winning a moderate victory!
The latest chapter has ignited the plot! Stay tuned for more updates.
After a brief chat, Zheng Xian, realizing he had completely misunderstood, lost all interest in cursing or even being sarcastic.
He leaned back in his large office chair, his fingers unconsciously tapping lightly on the armrest, his gaze fixed on the young man standing ramrod straight across from him.
The only sounds in the office were the low hum of the air conditioner and the slow ticking of the wall clock.
But he was still very curious—where did the other party get so much information?
Why were so many heroes discovered?
How can you even trick them into coming to your side?
There's no reason for it!
Zheng Xian has been running his business for so many years, and he only has a few capable men under his command. But this kid is something else, bringing home immortals every few days.
"Chief."
Hanlu took half a step forward, clasped her hands in a gesture of respect, and wore an expression that seemed to thrive on chaos. She slightly raised her chin, and her eyes shone like two lamps.
"I believe that—the world is currently in chaos, and all nations are exhausted. We have been recuperating for a long time, waiting for the opportune moment. But now that the time has come, why not seize the opportunity and achieve our goal in one fell swoop? Then our great undertaking can be accomplished!"
Zheng Xian was stunned.
It's not because he can't understand—of course he can.
He simply felt that when the other person uttered such a string of classical Chinese, their expression, their posture, and that deliberately pretentious air were really annoying.
Especially with his hands still in a bowing posture, he looked like an extra who had escaped from the set of some period drama.
Zheng Xian's eyelids twitched twice, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
"Stop, stop, stop." He raised a hand, making a "stop" gesture, his tone clearly showing disdain. "Speak like a human being."
Hanlu immediately put her hand down, her expression seamlessly switching from "ancient strategist" to "passionate youth".
He straightened his chest, his eyes shining like two stars, and with a clenched fist, he swung his right fist upwards, his whole being like a fully drawn bow, full of eager tension.
"Ah—for the sake of a shared future for mankind, I think we should take action!"
Moreover, the Super Soldier Squad is already quite good, and if we add Sun Wukong, I think we should be considered an enhanced version of the original Avengers! Plus, with my leadership—”
He paused, emphasizing the words "my leader," puffing out his chest, raising his chin slightly, his face radiating an air of confidence. "I believe we can achieve great things and bring glory to our country once we go out!"
The down-to-earth way of saying "Cold Dew" combined with the actions of standing tall with chest out, clenching fists and waving arms, makes the whole person look like a burning fire.
His face was beaming, how should I put it—
Zheng Xian felt that it was because of your leadership that he felt everything was unreliable.
Are you kidding me?
With such a meager family fortune, why are you still risking it all?
With such a new recruit team, shouldn't they be given some time to hone their skills, gain some experience in the outer areas, and fight some monsters before coming back?
Is it necessary to do something positive?
That wasn't something they caused.
Despite Nick Fury's previous advice and Hanlu's current admonition, Zheng Xian still felt it was better to be more conservative.
Big betting means big losses, small betting means small losses, and no betting means no losses.
It's okay to win a little or lose a little.
Putting aside everything else, let's not even talk about Captain Marvel, who supposedly wanders around the universe, her bodyguard team, or a bunch of empires and the like.
Let's talk about that Sentinel who's known as the strongest human being—
The other side hasn't even made a move yet, why are they in such a hurry?
They could simply stay here and watch how things unfold, then send troops to clear out the surrounding area, giving them a reasonable buffer zone.
And now-
Why take your hard-earned elite troops and put them to fight head-on with the enemy?
That's pure nonsense, okay?
Zheng Xian took a deep breath, leaned forward slightly, and placed his hands on the table, trying to make his tone sound calm, rational, and full of the love and wisdom of an elder.
"Xiao Yu," he began, his voice calm and measured, "you need to understand. The country only has so much wealth; we can't just squander it."
We should be more conservative, for example, conserve our energy and wait for the right opportunity.
That's absolutely right. And the timing isn't right now. We need to secure an absolutely certain opportunity before launching our attack.
As he spoke, he began to feel that his arguments were reasonable and well-founded, and his tone gradually became calmer, like an experienced old captain advising a young man eager to set sail.
The storms outside are not as simple as you imagine.
He kept talking, trying to bring the other person's somewhat impatient thinking back.
To be honest, it's a good thing that young people are energetic. He was very impulsive when he was young, and almost went straight to S.H.I.E.L.D.
But what happens next?
As people get older, they tend to become more mature and conservative.
There's a saying—nine out of ten gamblers lose.
After Zheng Xian finished speaking, he leaned back in his chair, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and looked past the rim of the cup at Han Lu, waiting for her response.
However, Hanlu did not show the hesitation or wavering he had expected.
The young people's eyes actually became brighter.
"rest assured."
Hanlu's voice wasn't loud, but it pierced the air like a nail: "We are absolutely confident that even if we lose, we can retreat safely!"
He paused, then a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.
"Moreover—I believe that the reason humanity has been able to keep progressing is entirely because the next generation doesn't listen to the previous one."
Zheng Xian paused for a moment, the tea in his hand swayed, and he almost spilled it.
His brows furrowed suddenly.
"That's left-wing radicalism!"
"Then may I ask, Director—" Han Lu tilted her head, her tone as casual as if she were asking about the weather, "Are you a right-wing capitulationist?"
Zheng Xian was speechless.
It felt like a breath was stuck in my throat, unable to go up or down.
His lips opened and closed, then opened and closed again.
To be honest, he wanted to put the other person in a bad light, but he didn't expect the other person to turn around and put a label on him.
But no matter how you look at it, "left" always sounds better than "right"—
If I dare to admit this trend today, I might be fired tomorrow.
He tapped his fingers twice on the table, his knuckles turning white.
"That's not what I meant, I meant—"
"So what do you mean?"
Oh my!
My short temper.
Zheng Xian, who had initially found the other person more agreeable, almost started swearing.
His face flushed slightly, the veins on his temples throbbed twice, and one hand was already on the table, as if he was ready to slam his fist on it at any moment.
but--
He saw Hanlu's expression.
The young man remained standing there obediently, his head slightly bowed, looking like he was listening attentively to his leader's instructions.
But in those eyes, there was a clear certainty that "I know you will eventually agree."
Zheng Xian's anger felt like it had been doused with cold water; it was trapped in his chest, unable to ignite or be extinguished.
"Please rest assured." Hanlu raised her head, her voice steady and sincere, "We have a good chance of success."
Furthermore, we have developed a special space teleportation device that can bring everyone back without exception.
Moreover, I believe that—
If all else fails, we can first go to the Korean Peninsula to secure a sufficient buffer zone for ourselves.
His tone was less like a request and more like a statement of a well-established plan.
The two sides argued for a long time, but in the end, it was Hanlu's attempt to "brainwash" the other party.
After all, it's time to test the power of language.
Jung Hyun remained stunned for a long time.
As he listened to the other party's suggestions, the anger in his head gradually subsided, and he began to think about the situation in the way a normal leader would.
Instead of going straight to challenge the big boss, you should challenge the minions first.
Currently on the Korean Peninsula, there is a Heavenly Hammer Messenger, who seems to be a second-rate villain, leaning towards the power type.
Or rather, all the Heavenly Hammer Messengers are power-oriented, standing there as accomplices to evil.
Their individual combat strength is not very strong.
If their Super Soldier Squad can really inflict the same damage as they did in the Northeast, then taking down this Heavenly Hammer Envoy seems reasonable.
In that case, perhaps we can let them give it a try.
Once the idea popped into his head, Zheng Xian couldn't help but start daydreaming about it.
After all, buffer zones are still very important.
Currently, almost all the mainstream heroes in the world are on the side of Europe and America. The Avengers are easily swayed by rumors and everyone agrees with whatever they say.
As soon as you're called a villain, a bunch of people will say they'll fight you to the death, giving you no chance to defend yourself. Even if a major power is backing you, it might not be of any use.
It's important to know that these so-called heroes sometimes fight amongst themselves.
It's just too unstable.
"Since that's the case..." Jung Hyun spoke slowly, his voice seeming to be squeezed out from deep in his throat, "Then... I can only use a small hand."
He ultimately chose to step back.
Because he seems unable to change some of the changes.
The changes during the Cold Dew period may be a warning.
If that's the case, and the other party really has the ability to bring the person back, then what's wrong with taking a gamble?
However, he still needs to prepare a few backup plans for himself in advance.
We mustn't let this kid squander his trump card too badly.
After all, this should also be attributed to the power of the nation.
"Don't worry." Hanlu gave a bright smile, a clean, bright smile without any gloom, like a sunflower blooming in the sun. "As long as the higher-ups don't cause me any trouble, I guarantee I'll win two battles, big or small."
He held up two fingers and waved them in front of Zheng Xian, his smile widening to reveal a row of white teeth.
In stark contrast to Hanlu's radiant "sunflower" face was Zheng Xian's face, wrinkled like a chrysanthemum.
Even though they were both smiling, it was obvious that their smiles resembled constipation.
Zheng Xian looked at the young man in front of him, a barely forced smile appearing on his lips, his eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions—
Helplessness, worry, anger, amusement, and a hint of secret expectation that even he himself was unaware of.
He waved his hand, as if shooing away a fly, or as if bidding farewell to a child about to embark on a long journey.
"Get lost."
"Alright!"
Hanlu stood at attention, saluted, turned around and strode out of the office, her steps as light as if she were walking on clouds.
The moment the door closed, Zheng Xian slumped into his chair as if deflated, looked up at the ceiling, and let out a long, long sigh.
There are a million indescribable feelings in that breath.
He reached for the teacup on the table and found that the tea had gone cold. He didn't ask anyone to replace it, but just picked it up and sipped the cold tea, his gaze fixed on the gray skyline outside the window.
After a while, he put down his teacup, picked up the phone on the table, and dialed a number.
"Hey... it's me. Notify the intelligence team to compile all the information on that Heavenly Hammer Messenger on the Korean Peninsula and send it to my office. Be quick."
The person on the other end of the phone responded.
After hanging up the phone, Zheng Xian sat for a while, then suddenly muttered to himself, "This kid... I hope he doesn't cause me any trouble."
The office was empty, and no one answered him.