In recent times, Geese has rarely gone to his office because he killed a lot of craftsmen in one go.
There might occasionally be red blood seeping out of the cracks in the floor there, which made him feel sick.
Killing is killing, and although he is ruthless, he still finds the blood stains disgusting and affects his taste.
In a new room, there were craftsmen standing next to him. These craftsmen looked embarrassed and kept silent.
They are all newly promoted managers, or people in charge. These people are talents in the technical field, and they have to report on their experimental results in the recent period.
A craftsman was sweating profusely. Finally, pushed by his companion, he took a step forward and explained: "Sir, we really can't experiment with this formula... It's too weird, there's no way to start with it."
"We have exhausted the means of inverse deduction, but its components are extremely unstable in some cases, and very stable in some cases... It is... too complicated, and we don't have a good way...
..." As the craftsman spoke, his voice became softer.
He also knew that Cyric supported skilled craftsmen like them with very high salaries, but now their skills were surpassed by people from another group.
This is not good news. It means that their wages and salaries have been wasted. For Cyric, the money is not a pity, but the matter itself makes Cyric angry.
What's more, they can't even reversely deduce the opponent's technology, which makes people even more embarrassed.
As he stood here at this moment, he could even clearly feel that his calves were trembling, trembling involuntarily.
Sitting there, Geese was also thinking about it. He had already killed several highly skilled craftsmen, and these were all the intangible assets of Cyric Company.
The reason for getting rid of those people was not entirely because of his cruelty, but because he wanted to put pressure on the people below, exerting enough pressure to make them use their best efforts to reverse the opponent's technology as quickly as possible.
Under the threat of death, these highly paid craftsmen will definitely work hard to get what they want.
But now, these craftsmen have been experimenting for almost a month, but they still haven't come up with the formula for the ignition device they want. This means that their Cyric technology is really unable to imitate this thing.
Some people are not even afraid of death. If they stand here to explain, there is only one answer: incompetence! These people are incompetent! These people cannot copy the other party's technology, and these people will never be able to get what Cyric wants.
!
"Ah...it's really a headache." Guis rubbed his forehead and waved his hand to interrupt the other party's excuse. His eyes like a falcon swept over these silent craftsmen.
"You... have failed Cyric's high hopes!" He stood up, his face became very ugly: "Now, get out! Get out!"
As if they were granted amnesty, a group of people hurriedly exited Guis's room one by one. Guis scratched his head and said to himself depressedly: "You are really annoying! Incompetent, and in groups,
It’s not even easy to kill…”
It is impossible for him to kill all these craftsmen, because after all, they have to leave people to work for Cyric's workshop, so even if he has the urge to kill, he can only give up such thoughts at this moment.
"Sir..." A subordinate stepped forward, ready to persuade Giss.
As a result, his words were interrupted by Geese: "Shut up! I have been given a deadline by the superiors. Either pay or kill someone. In short... I have to get this matter settled!"
"You, go to Ronin Fischereau immediately! No matter what conditions are given to him, let him remain neutral in the next matter!" Geese looked into the other person's eyes and ordered coldly: "No matter what he agrees to,
If you don’t agree, please beg me properly!”
"Yes, sir!" The subordinate knew that no matter what he said, his master had already made arrangements, so he could only swallow and nodded slightly.
When this person walked out of the room, Giese looked at another subordinate beside him: "Prepare the carriage! Choose some good wine and other gifts for me...the best! I'm going to Bunas...
Go there yourself! Let Baos go with me."
He originally wanted people from the kingdom's army to come forward and accompany him to Bunas. But after thinking about it again, he thought it would be better to leave him in the royal city in case of any eventuality.
Originally, he was just the person in charge of Cyric. If Cyric's chess pieces deployed in the Kingdom of Wright were exhausted, then he would definitely face punishment.
Therefore, after much thought, I decided to ask a good old man to accompany me, which would appear more sincere and be considered a goodwill gesture.
When the subordinate heard the news, he was immediately shocked and quickly persuaded: "Sir, in the past month, we think Bunas sent five groups of 'nails', but none of them sent back information! Bunas is obviously in danger.
It’s not a place we can control..."
What he said was not a lie. Cyric indeed sent many investigation teams to North Ridge. These people had entered the Bunas area and lost contact with Cyric, and no useful information was sent back.
Finally, a team of people sent back the news. They just said that the business there was extremely prosperous and there were all kinds of fun places. These few words could only add some mystery to Bunas, but they had no other effect.
Already.
Then, the team that sent back the news was lost in Bunas and could never be found again. Everyone in Cyric knew that there seemed to be a secret force in Bunas, which had become
climate.
Giss looked at his subordinate, with a disdainful expression on his face: "You can create such a big battle under our eyes. If I don't go and see it for myself, wouldn't others?
Are you laughing at me for being cowardly like a mouse?"
In fact, what spurred him to go to Bunas in person was not the rumors, but the real butcher knife on his neck.
Even though he kills people just like mowing grass, within Cyric, the real high-level officials are very harsh in dealing with people in charge like him.
Although they won't be killed easily, they will still be severely punished if they mess up.
Recently, all of Cyric's arrangements between the Kingdom of Susus and the Kingdom of Wright have been destroyed, and this responsibility has made his superiors very dissatisfied with him.
However, to scare the monkeys, Susus was defeated, and Cyric dealt with the person in charge of Susus, leaving Guis with an opportunity to redeem himself and make meritorious deeds.
This opportunity to make amends is to find a way to obtain new weapons and return Cyric to the position of the world's most advanced weapons production group.
And the order Cyric gave him was: no matter the cost! From this order, it can be seen how much the higher-ups attach importance to this matter.
If something went wrong again, his fate would be worse than that of the person in charge of Susas. In this case, he couldn't care about anything else and could only bite the bullet and take action himself.
"Sir..." His subordinate wanted to continue to persuade him, but his words were interrupted by Giese waving his hand.
Just listen to Keith insisting: "Don't worry! I went to give him money, not to find trouble. I have the minister of the kingdom accompanying me, so it's not that easy to have an accident."
"Sir, please think again...your safety..." The subordinate looked loyal and loyal, and he was a born actor at first glance.
However, Giss still enjoyed the feeling of being cared about. He patted his subordinate on the shoulder with satisfaction, looking touched, but his words were very vicious: "Up to now, even our own enemies have...
I don’t know who it is! If I didn’t go there in person! Counting on you idiots, I might have been ripped off, and I don’t even know who I lost to!”
"My subordinate, go get ready now." The subordinate was not discouraged, but still looked very respectful and exited the room.
Seeing this flattering subordinate leave the room, Giese complained disdainfully: "Working with people like you is such a despairing experience."
Walking to the door, he checked whether the door was closed tightly, and then looked at his last remaining confidant: "Go to Beiling yourself... don't let anyone know, if you have a chance, just...
...Although Becky is the sharpest hunting dog I have, in terms of ferocity, how can a dog...be compared to a bear..."
His voice became softer and softer, until he could no longer hear clearly from behind. The man's face gradually became gloomy, and he replied in a low voice: "Yes!"
Outside the corridor, Guise's subordinate summoned a follower: "Go to your lord's cellar and find a few bottles of good wine... He may have to go to Bunas himself."
"What are you going to do over there, sir..." A charming woman yawned as she passed by and asked seductively.
"We, as servants, dare to ask more about your lord's affairs." The subordinates did not dare to offend this countess, who was not familiar with Lord Guise. This widow came over from time to time and often stayed here.
"Go quickly! Go quickly!" This subordinate did not dare to complain to the countess who inherited her husband's noble title, but dared to whisper to the waiter on the side: "Don't delay your business!"
The waiter hurriedly ran to the basement where the wine was stored. The waiter standing next to him bowed slightly, letting the two of them pass, and inadvertently glanced at Keith's office not far away.
Soon, a note was sent out of the manor without anyone noticing. Not long after, a fast horse rushed out of the gate of the royal city and rushed in the direction of Bunas without looking back.
