Local warlords didn't have much money, so they could only afford low-end bioweapons, such as Lickers and Hunters.
These things were easy to deal with, allowed them to rack up military merits, and looked great on a resume.
Sheva, like Madam Yasi, was incredibly surprised when she arrived at Goddess Island, and Carla was no better.
Compared to the outside world, this place was more like a secluded paradise.
However, this paradise was filled with various high technologies and perfectly distributed forests.
In an office at The Pentagon of the Western Federation, the Security Consultant's office wasn't too large, but in this building where status was everything, having a private office was a symbol of identity.
Eddie sat at his desk, smoking a cigarette, while the beautiful Jessica still stood behind him—a tall, model-like bodyguard.
Jealous?
"Simmons, what does an old fox like you want with me?"
Simmons poured two glasses of red wine and handed one over.
"We've discovered the castle where Spencer is hiding, as well as the secret location of his accomplice, Brandon."
"So you're planning a smash-and-grab?" Eddie mocked.
"I'm no bandit.
I will send people to deal with Spencer's side.
What we want this time is an island in the Bering Sea, where Brandon is hiding.
I know you used viral enhancements, and we aren't interested in your technology.
I want to hire you to retrieve Brandon's enhancement method for me," Simmons stated bluntly.
"You have so many subordinates.
Why are you looking for me?" Eddie didn't take the bait.
"That's Tsarist Russia's territory, and we can't directly dispatch a fleet there.
Tsarist Russia also wants this enhancement method.
The older generation of predecessors has helped us a lot, and if they can avoid dying, they are vital assets to the Federation," Simmons explained.
Frankly speaking, the old men were just afraid of death and wanted something to prolong their lives.
"All you're saying is that they're afraid of death.
What's there to explain?
I usually don't take action, and ordinary money no longer interests me.
What price can you offer?" Eddie exhaled a smoke ring, crossed his legs, and wore a triumphant and arrogant expression.
Simmons took out a file, placed it on the desk, and pushed it over.
It was a list.
"I know you've been researching the aviation industry recently.
Many materials on this list are hard for you to acquire; they are restricted.
The Family can give you these materials, and you will be responsible for bringing us back Brandon's enhancement method."
In the eyes of the wealthy, money and material possessions mean nothing as long as they can stay alive.
By relying on connections, they can earn even more money.
Eddie's phone rang; it was a text message.
Sarah, who greatly resembled Rebecca, was pregnant, and she had specifically sent a message to inform him, the culprit, of the good news.
"Well?" Simmons was confident in his offer.
He understood the scumbag in front of him well; as long as they conducted business honestly, the other party was a good partner.
"Fine, but you have to pay me the full amount upfront.
Once I receive it, I'll do the job for you.
If a single gram of material is missing, I will kill you!" Eddie stared playfully at the greasy Family leader.
"Deal.
I will send someone to deliver the items to you.
Happy cooperation!" Simmons stood up and extended his hand, signaling that the meeting was over.
Neither side worried about the other reneging on the deal.
For people with large families and businesses, the monk might run away, but the temple cannot.
Leaving The Pentagon, Leon walked out.
"Do you have time?
Let's talk."
The two arrived in front of an apartment building, and Leon pressed the doorbell.
Helena opened the door.
Today, Helena wasn't wearing a business suit but had changed into casual clothes.
The Queen of Balls is the Queen of Balls no matter what she wears; that won't change.
"Leon, Eddie, please come in." Helena made an inviting gesture.
"Are you two living together?" Eddie's expression was strange.
Leon shook his head.
"No.
Today is Helena's sister's birthday party.
I just casually picked a place to talk business."
At that moment, Helena brought over three cups of black tea.
She originally intended to give one to Jessica, but Jessica ignored her.
Eddie spoke up to explain, "Don't mind her.
She's a bodyguard.
She's working, and she won't do anything else during working hours."
"Your bodyguard is truly dedicated.
Please sit down.
Is there something you came here for?" Helena asked, picking up her teacup.
Leon revealed the truth then.
"Recently, the President and Simmons have been arguing fiercely.
Their dispute centers on whether or not to disband the Blue Umbrella Corporation."
"The Blue Umbrella Corporation?
What's the fuss about a broken company?
Did Simmons' father start it?
Is the son fighting for his old man?" Eddie speculated maliciously.
"Haha, you're joking.
No one knows who Simmons' father is or if he's even still alive," Helena teased.
"Their main dispute revolves around whether the BSAA should fully take over the Federation's response to bio-terrorist attacks.
Recently, many cities have been hit by terrorist attacks, and looting and arson are spreading.
This series of problems stems from the Federation continuing its hegemonic policies.
The President wants to change this core issue and adopt a strategy of lying low for now," Leon explained.
"Hmm, I see.
So you came to find me because you want me to take a side?" Eddie asked.
"I'm just worried that things might lead to uncontrollable consequences, something we already encountered in the Eastern Slav Republic.
And more importantly, I seem to have found traces of Kevin earlier.
He isn't dead," Leon said excitedly.
Ding-dong, the doorbell rang, and then the room door opened.
Several young and beautiful girls walked in.
Leading them was a girl with short brown hair and a sweet face, dressed like a typical party girl.
She looked a little green, seemingly not yet accustomed to party life.
"Sister, I'm back.
These are all my classmates."
The party girl smiled and hugged Helena.
Compared to the mature Helena, she looked like a fresh college student enjoying her carefree years.
"Welcome, everyone.
Eddie, this is my sister, Deborah!" Helena introduced.
Eddie reached out and shook her hand.
"Hello, beautiful goddess.
It's a pleasure to meet you."
Deborah gasped.
"Are you really Eddie?
You're my idol!
This is amazing, I actually saw my idol!
Oh my god, Sister, is this real?"
Chapter 581: Deborah's Crisis
Eddie nodded.
"It's alright, I understand how you feel."
Deborah excitedly held her phone and came over.
"Eddie, can we take a picture together?"
"Of course." How could Eddie refuse?
So, Deborah pulled Eddie and continuously struck various poses for pictures, constantly making finger hearts.
This pretty girl was truly a dedicated fan.
She might willingly do anything asked of her.
Eddie was getting a taste of what it felt like to have a crazy female fan.
Leon felt a bit envious.
No man would refuse this kind of enthusiastic female fan adoration.
Only after Deborah reluctantly exchanged phone numbers with Eddie did she go attend to her college classmates.
Helena also looked helpless.
"I'm sorry, my sister is just like that.
I've been taking care of her since we were little, as our parents died when we were young."
"You truly are an amazing sister.
To be able to do all this, you are an incredible woman.
Any man who marries you would be blessed!" Eddie praised.
This made Helena a little embarrassed.
To be praised this way by a handsome, rich boss made her genuinely flustered.
If it had been some penniless thug, he would probably have been met with Helena's iron fist of justice.
"I still have things to do, so I'll leave first, Eddie.
Remember what I said.
If you find Kevin, be sure to contact me."
Leon couldn't stand the atmosphere.
He didn't want to be a third wheel; that feeling wasn't pleasant.
Just then, the doorbell rang again.
Helena could only go open the door.
Several scruffy men walked in.
"Is this Deborah's house?
Is she having a birthday party?"
"Yes.
Is there a problem?" Helena instinctively frowned, sensing that the visitors meant trouble.
One of the black guys even tried to grope Helena.
"Yo, beautiful, you're really pretty.
Interested in dating me?"
Bang!
A hand landed on the black guy's shoulder, pulling him over, and then a direct punch sent him crashing to the floor.
"Ah!"
Eddie stepped out, clearly annoyed.
"Kid, trying to hit on my girlfriend right in front of me?
It looks like you really don't want to live anymore.
You want a taste of my fist, huh?"
This action startled Helena.
It was the first time she had experienced something like this—a man sticking up for her instead of having to rely on herself.
This feeling seemed quite nice.
Deborah also walked out of the room, confused about what was happening.
She had only heard a scream and stepped out to see one of her college classmates lying on the floor.
"Oh, what's going on."