Chapter 248: Chapter 206 Phase Two Plan (subscribe please!)_1 The whole point of Plan 6793 is to first create some chaos, to muddy the waters. Then, relying on the iron fist and explosive combat power of these fighters, it won’t be hard to seize power. Whether with money, fists, or even using plots, they can earn the respect of the masses. This bunch of professional war machines, coupled with their professional plot makers in the command room, no one can stop them from rising to power. "By the way, Tang Yi, I remember the plan for the chairman of Wangtai Jewelry Group should be executed tonight, right?" Tang Qing pondered and asked. "Yes, the second phase of the plan will officially be carried out at eleven-thirty tonight. The fighters are all ready. In addition, the plans for other key figures of other forces will also be carried out successively tonight." Tang Yi nodded and replied. "Okay, well, you guys decide. I’ll leave first, notify me if there’s an emergency." Tang Qing said. Although these people were extremely guilty, he did not want to see the actual action, lest he would not be able to eat for the next few days. In his previous life, every time he watched a bit of violent news or TV shows, he would find some cartoons to watch. In his most boring moments, he watched Teletubbies, Xi Yang Yang, and Boonie Bears, etc. to relieve stress. Perhaps watching too many cartoons, his heart never developed in the direction of being a domineering CEO. He maintained the ’bullied’ role in his relationships with Qi Yan and Dou Jiao, not only because of age but also to keep his mindset relaxed. "Yes, Commander." Tang Yi replied. With that, Tang Qing left the command room, leaving dozens of busy intelligence analysts working in shifts. Before, Tang Qing felt that the command room was too big and had too many seats that couldn’t all be filled. But after seeing these few small tasks, he realized the problem - they were seriously understaffed. Every task needs people, some are short-term and some are long-term. They need specific people staring at them all the time. In the future, his demand for robots will only grow. Especially since the communication server will be released in a few days. So, he had previously asked Tang Yi to prepare an intelligence collection and surveillance plan for the data of the external Internet. At the time, Tang Yi directly gave him a number. To achieve real-time, effective intelligence gathering and surveillance of the entire Internet, they would need at least two thousand analysts, considering the potential for the robots to be upgraded in the future. If you include the cost of upgrades, this would require a tremendous amount of funds on the order of tens of billions. Damn, this is just a plan to monitor the Internet. If they wanted to establish a deep intelligence network spread all over the world, how many people would they need? Tang Yi gave another terrifying number, which he still didn’t want to think about. Because this would require not only fighters, intelligence officers, and commanders but also agents on top of maintenance expenses, reserved funds, activity expenses, and upgrade costs. The total expenditure would exceed one trillion RMB. Alright, the system wins. He did not have so much money; he probably did not even have a fraction of a fraction of it. It looks like he could only proceed slowly as needed in the future. This was more than one trillion RMB, damn it! Even though he had the system, it really couldn’t just screw him over like this. However, because this was a clear quote, he couldn’t refute it. At that time, he wanted to call out the system and give it a good scolding. But... the system didn’t care about him at all. Forget it, just practice writing. He hoped the harvest from Lei Peng and Bangkok would make him happier. ... At twelve o’clock in the evening, Bangkok suburb. Inside a luxury villa. Basong was sitting alone on the sofa, with one leg cocked over the other, lightly tapping his knee. His face was gloomy and his eyes were out of focus, clearly mulling over something tricky. He was the chairman of Wangtai Jewelry Group. These past few days, he had been unable to contact Xiong Zhiyang, which caused him a lot of worry. Previously, he had pressured and enticed Xiong Zhiyang into helping him nab Tang Kai, getting him to sign a company transfer agreement. He thought everything was in the bag. However, the next day, Xiong Zhiyang’s phone was unreachable and he turned it off the day after, which quickly soured his mood. He did not believe that Xiong Zhiyang would swallow Tang Kai’s company. Under his watchful eye, Xiong Zhiyang, a foreigner, absolutely could not swallow Tang Kai’s company. Obviously, Xiong Zhiyang was threatened by other forces. This left Basong feeling restless. His first thought was of Wei Jun, because although Wei Jun didn’t have a base, he still had some people. If Wei Jun intervened, Xiong Zhiyang would definitely not continue to help him. After all, both sides could kill him. Zhiyang’s best move would be to help neither side. "It seems I can only wait for Tang Kai to return. I heard his daughter is in New York, USA. This might be a good breakthrough point." Basong muttered to himself. He had done this many times before. Previously, he did not dare to make a move because Tang Kai was under Wei Jun’s protection. But now, he believed that as long as he put in some effort, he could locate Tang Nian. At that point, he did not have to fear Tang Kai not complying. "Mr. Basong, hello." A voice without any emotion echoed from behind Basong, scaring him immediately to sit up straight. This was his own bedroom, and no one dare come in without his orders. Now a stranger suddenly appeared, which made him instantly realize the seriousness of the situation. Basong turned around to see not just one person, but two masked men dressed in black. It was clear they did not come in peace. Basong took a deep breath, suppressing the panic in his heart. They had made it this far, which means the twenty-plus bodyguards throughout his villa had failed, whether through bribery or being killed by the men before him, leaving him unable to remain calm. "Who are you and what do you want?" Basong asked, trying to appear composed. "Our main goal is to kill you, and our secondary goal is to take your money," one of the fighters said unabashedly. If Tang Qing had known about this line, he would definitely cover his face in embarrassment. That’s too damned direct. Learning that they came to kill him, Basong could no longer keep his calm, anxiously speaking out, "Who wants to kill me? I can give you double the amount of money! Can you please leave?" "No," The fighter replied coldly. Faced with the fighter’s words, Basong broke out into nervous laughter, saying, "Since I’m going to die anyway, why would I give you my money? Do you think I’m stupid? Or are you trying to threaten me? Let me tell you, I am an orphan, have no wife, no children. You can’t threaten me." "We, of course, are not threatening you, we just want to ask you something," the fighter said calmly. "Ask? Even if you torture me, I won’t tell you anything." Basong pronounced loudly as he shifted two steps to his left. Although the people in front of him were talking like lunatics, he certainly couldn’t just sit and do nothing. He had placed a gun under the cushion of his sofa next to him for emergencies. "Whoosh ....." The talking fighter shot directly at Basong’s left hand. "I know you put a gun under the cushion. Please don’t resist in vain," the fighter blurted out yet another strange line. "You...just kill me. You’re not getting a penny of my money," Basong, clutching his wound and bearing the pain, said. His eyes were filled with resentment as he stared at the man who had shot him, but he couldn’t stare a man, let alone a robot, to death. One of the fighters walked up to Basong, removed his mask, revealing a bizarre face, and said, "Now, I ask, you answer."