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The nation was on high alert.
After the alarm sounded, everyone began to gather at Parliament House in Canberra, the new headquarters of the Hope Group, which also served as a meeting room. The entire Parliament House had not been operational; it was only used for meetings.
However, when the alarm rang, there was no panic. Instead, people congregated at Parliament House to prepare for the next battle.
They had long anticipated that they were about to enter the next phase of conflict. When the alarm sounded, if it indicated an invasion, they needed to be here; if it signaled a nuclear attack, they would also come here. But most likely, it meant that fighting was about to commence and that they would begin their next plan.
They had already predicted what that plan would entail.
For the Hope Group to develop and seek breakthroughs, they could not remain with just a few million people; they inevitably needed to conquer some territories.
And this was their moment to shine.
Now, that moment had arrived.
Berry, as a businessman, had taken control of all the military forces because he was one of Zheng Yifan's trusted individuals.
He knew himself that he was not adept at commanding an army; he was an outsider when it came to warfare. Yet, an outsider could still lead professionals into battle because he believed in his subordinates.
Among those entering Parliament House were war enthusiasts—leaders of various mercenary teams from the Post-Apocalypse. They had disbanded their teams to join the Management Team, along with some military talents from other countries.
Zhao Ming was one of them. He quietly awaited the arrival of battle. Back home, he had been discarded like a pawn; everyone thought he was dead. In truth, he had merely lost consciousness on the battlefield in the Middle East. Now he had survived because he had joined the Hope Group. For a long time after the war, he had no identity and could not return home. He couldn't even go to the embassy because they were on a secret mission.
But now, he could return openly without worrying about being labeled a deserter or facing any related issues.
He had become a powerful figure.
The warriors under his command had transformed from an initial force of zero to a formidable army of fifty thousand.
All of this was thanks to the mysterious Boss. Although it was the personnel sent by Berry who had saved him at that time, he knew that everything should be credited to that enigmatic Boss. He could only express gratitude to the mysterious Boss; otherwise, Berry would have been doomed.
Gradually, the personnel began to gather. They recognized each other, having formed bonds through their battles. Recapturing Australia sounded like a monumental task, but in reality, most of the area was uninhabited. It merely required clearing out scattered zombies and conducting patrols, with aerial surveillance as an added measure.
Inside the room, dozens of people quietly awaited the Boss's arrival.
Meanwhile, Zheng Yifan soared through the blue sky, with Canberra directly ahead. That prominent building could only be Parliament House.
In mid-air, Zheng Yifan showed no hesitation as he pressed his body downward and rapidly descended.
Parliament House was heavily guarded, yet they were utterly incapable of stopping Zheng Yifan; he was now faster than a missile.
Moreover, the missile defense systems were under Eve's control, but Eve would not attack Zheng Yifan.
So when Zheng Yifan landed, those nearby were left in awe. Amidst the dust, he quietly folded his wings away, and as he gradually stood up, his presence was nothing short of terrifying.
The security team outside was startled. They watched in astonishment as the Boss's form became visible.
"Boss!" the head of security exclaimed as he rushed over, struggling to find his words.
He never expected his Boss to descend in a manner reminiscent of a superhero; it felt like something out of a myth—a legendary hero come to life!
"I remember you, back in Las Vegas, you were the one protecting me!" Zheng Yifan said with a calm smile, looking at the security captain in front of him.
This Fellow was now guarding the entrance of Parliament House, and it seemed his rank had significantly increased.
The guy shyly scratched his head.
"It's all thanks to Boss's support!" he said, feeling quite embarrassed.
Zheng Yifan decided not to tease him any further. After exchanging a few casual pleasantries, he entered Parliament House.
The conference room was the main meeting room. The security captain led the way, and along the route, they passed many security personnel who were constantly patrolling. Each person's position was precisely defined, and no one was allowed to leave their post.
Upon seeing Zheng Yifan, everyone collectively bowed.
Zheng Yifan realized that each of them had seen his photo and remembered it well. This made him feel quite reflective.
It seemed that even foreigners understood the concept of "meritorious officials overshadowing their superiors" and "killing the donkey after the grind."
Berry was like a general under Old Zhao from the Song Dynasty, holding significant military power and overshadowing his superior, only to be forced to relinquish his authority over a cup of wine.
This tactic was universal; it wasn't just a story confined to his home country. Therefore, everything happening now was promoting Zheng Yifan's achievements. Every action taken was under Zheng Yifan's name, with all the good reputation attributed to him while they tried their best to tarnish their own image.
It was also for the sake of securing a better future for themselves.
Zheng Yifan certainly wasn't worried; the gap in strength was too vast for Berry to pose any threat to him. He was more than happy to see his subordinates working diligently without daring to take credit for themselves.
With the Power of Faith in his grasp, it became even easier for him.
As he entered the conference room, the atmosphere was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop among the dozens of people present.
Zheng Yifan took his seat at the head of the table, and only then did everyone else dare to sit down, falling silent like students awaiting instruction.
"I have been watching everything you have done recently. Every step of your plans has been meticulous, and for that, I am pleased."
"However! There are always those who wish to take advantage of the situation or form cliques. To such individuals, I can only say this: after the meeting, come to me and admit your mistakes. If anyone harbors any delusions of luck, do not blame me for being ruthless."
With this opening statement, he aimed to intimidate those with ulterior motives. These individuals needed to be eliminated, or at the very least, kept from ever causing trouble again.
Zheng Yifan’s words prompted everyone to pledge their loyalty, insisting they had not acted behind his back.
He merely smiled lightly; he was indifferent to such people. After all, they were not professional politicians, and their ability to navigate situations was woefully inadequate. Two of them had already turned pale.
They were precisely the type of people who had crossed Zheng Yifan. They had done far too much behind his back, especially considering that all of Australia's wealth belonged to Hope Group. That was an immense fortune, and naturally, some would reach out for it. (To be continued.)
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