"Zi Xue! Hurry! Look up!" Li Xiang, with his keen eyes, instantly raised his head and just in time spotted several black eagles soaring through the dark sky. Chen Zixue, wearing silver armor and possessing sharp vision, immediately saw eight fully equipped attack helicopters approaching. He shouted, "It's bad! The leader is still at the Redwood City Art & Electronics Company headquarters—what now? What now?" As Li Xiang suggested, Chen Zixue quickly pulled out his personal communicator and dialed the leader, Gao Liang's. At that moment, Gao Liang was in a confidential meeting with Mike, Julie, Dian Mengna, and Kenneth, discussing a crucial business plan. Gao Liang's next major step was to restructure the American Art & Electronics Company—launching his own "I Want to Become a God Games Group" and integrating the American company into his gaming conglomerate. All parties were aligned and had reached a unanimous agreement, now jointly working on the feasibility of the implementation plan. At that moment, Highlight's communicator rang. After picking it up, Highlight's expression grew serious. He immediately said, "You guys move quickly! Stop the entire production immediately! Cut power! At the same time, launch exactly 100 smoke rounds toward the production base skyward! Remember—must be precisely 100, launched from different directions, aiming for maximum coverage!" Jin and Yin acted swiftly, instantly cutting off power to the entire production base. "Pop!" The lights across the base suddenly went out. Then, the two towering bodyguards quickly launched smoke rounds, releasing dense plumes of smoke. Their movements were truly impressive. When the eight Apache attack helicopters from Blackwater activated their night vision systems to search for the core targets, an unexpected situation arose. Suddenly, a massive smoke burst exploded in front of the aircraft, sending thick plumes of smoke swirling. At the same time, a sharp, powdery mist drifted through the smoke, seeping into the killers' eyes, noses, and mouths, causing them to cough violently—"ho ho ho!" The powder was the most intensely spicy known—originating from the deadly chili peppers of South America. A mere pinch of it could scorch and kill a full-grown bull. Eight Apache attack helicopters veered from their attack paths, but one remained closest to the target—this Apache, piloted by a Blackwater operator, was none other than Jim, a retired U.S. SEAL special operations killer. With extensive combat experience, he was capable of executing specialized missions under exceptional circumstances. Despite the smoke obscuring his vision and his eyes stinging with tears, Jim maintained a steady engine rotation, believing the target lay at the center of that rotating circle. If accurate, he could launch all 16 of his "Hellfire" missiles simultaneously, as well as his optional 70-millimeter rocket pods. At that moment, Jim’s communication device rang with a voice: “Jim! Get moving, damn it! If you don’t act in the next second, I’ll hold you accountable!” It was David Borl’s voice. Jim immediately reported: “David Borl! I’m actively searching for the target and preparing for a precise strike. Give me ten seconds!” Ten seconds! I'll launch the attack and wipe out the production base!" "Excellent! That's exactly what I needed—results within ten seconds! You know, my patience is quite limited!" David Bor said, combining command with a reminder. The shot was terrible. Jim, with his extensive combat experience, immediately noticed that the firing position was right at the production facility. He promptly activated the Hughes Company's XM230E1 30mm cannon, which already carried a ready supply of 1,200 rounds at a normal rate of 652 rounds per minute, unleashing a relentless barrage onto the ground below. "Quick! Quick—get out of the way!" Suddenly, the two bodyguards heard a voice from above. As they listened, they were thrilled—it was their boss, Gao Liang's voice. They hadn't expected their boss to arrive. They immediately sprang into action, rolling on the ground and tucking into a sturdy steel-protected depression, which had been built as a reinforced shelter. The cannon fire pounded steadily against the steel, sending up bursts of sparks, turning the entire steel structure a deep, glowing red. Fortunately, the two bodyguards had quickly donned their protective armor; otherwise, they would have been completely wiped out. "Hah! Hah! Hah! I want to become a god of the automotive group—now I'm completely ruined! I want to become a god of the automotive Jim's face turned fierce as he slammed down the launch button for the "Hellfire Missile," laughing with triumphant pride. The real-time video feed of the missile launch was instantly transmitted to David Borrel, his key client. In the spacious, comfortable office of the Mobil Oil Company in New York, David watched in sheer delight, clapping his hands three times in excitement, leaping up from his sofa chair, and at the same time, sharply pinching the soft chest of his female secretary. The secretary quickly exclaimed, "David, you're so awful! You've ignored me for so long!" "Today, I'm absolutely thrilled! Huaoliang is completely finished! Hah! I'm going to become a god—send the rest of them to hell!" As David was still immersed in his self-satisfied arrogance, the secretary began to gently press her body against him, deliberately letting her two full, rounded breasts dangle before David's eyes, swaying them continuously—her movements so passionate and dynamic that they instantly stirred David's interest. What a pleasure! Highlight is completely out of the running. I'm handling this beautiful secretary, and Highlight's second wife, Dong Jiao, is mine too. As David Bauer and this carefree secretary prepare to join in the act of intimacy, suddenly, an unexpected scene emerges from the display screen.