The Tycoon's Odyssey

Chapter 426 426:Xenomorph

Aurora hesitated for a moment before responding. [There has been no official response from the Federation. They seem to be observing the situation quietly. However, internal reports suggest confusion and dissent within their ranks.]

Suri frowned. "They're waiting to see how this plays out. That's dangerous. A desperate Federation could still be a threat."

Evan's lips curled into a smirk. "Let them watch. By the time they decide to act, it'll be too late."

He leaned forward, studying the data again. "Aurora, what's the status of our assets in these key regions? Are the leaders under control?"

Aurora responded promptly.

[President Malcolm of Utopia is cooperating after initial resistance, though we'll need to monitor him closely. Prime Minister Zhao of Daxin remains defiant but isolated. Chancellor Meyer of the Rhine Union continues to negotiate, but his influence is waning. Emperor Hiroshi of Aishima has adopted a wait-and-see approach, relying on his advisors for now. President Marquez of Azura is fully compliant.]

Evan chuckled. "A mix of resistance and submission. Typical."

Suri folded her arms, her expression thoughtful. "And Viktor? You said he surrendered too easily. That doesn't sit well with me."

Aurora's voice grew serious. [Viktor remains calm and cooperative, but his history suggests a tendency for strategic deception. We are monitoring him closely, but he hasn't shown any suspicious behavior yet.]

Evan nodded. "Good. Keep him under tight surveillance. If he's planning something, I want to know before he acts."

Suri leaned back, her fiery gaze softening for a moment. "And the people? How are they reacting to all this?"

Aurora's tone shifted, more analytical. [The general population remains largely unaware of the larger changes. Controlled media narratives have kept public panic to a minimum. However, there are isolated incidents of unrest in regions with strong nationalist sentiments.]

Suri sighed. "It won't stay that way for long. Once people start noticing the changes, there will be questions—protests, maybe even revolts."

Evan reached out, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "We've accounted for that. By the time they realize what's happening, the new world order will already be in place."

Suri gave him a faint smile, though a trace of worry still lingered in her eyes. "I hope you're right."

Suri hesitated, then asked, "So what are you going to do about Walter?" Your next chapter awaits on My Virtual Library Empire

Hearing this Evan's lips curled into a confident smile, "I am planning to personally make a trip and visit Walter and finish everything—once and for all."

Suri nodded, her determination returning. "Agreed. Let's finish this."

Evan leaned back, his confidence unwavering. The pieces were falling into place, and the world was theirs to reshape. But in the back of his mind, he knew the hardest battles were yet to come.

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Walter sat in his office, his sharp eyes scanning the report before him. The document laid out the grim reality—most of the world had slipped beyond their control, a carefully orchestrated collapse spearheaded by Evan and his forces.

"I see," Walter muttered, his voice calm but laced with an edge. "So, most of the world has already slipped through our fingers. How laughable."

A soft chuckle escaped his lips, a rare sound from the man known for his stoic and unyielding demeanor. Nearby, his aide, Adrian, stiffened. The sight of Walter chuckling was unnerving, like watching a storm brew in silence.

"Sir," Adrian ventured cautiously, "what should we do now? Things have spiraled out of control. Evan has gained the upper hand… he might be coming for us next."

Walter nodded, acknowledging the truth of Adrian's words. "Yes. After dismantling the world, we are the next logical target. Evan will come, and when he does, he'll think he has won."

His cold eyes flicked up to meet Adrian's, a spark of defiance within them. "But he's wrong. He doesn't know what lies beneath."

Walter stood from his chair, his imposing figure commanding the room as he turned to face the sleek wall behind his desk. The smooth metallic surface shimmered faintly under the ambient light.

"It seems," Walter said, his voice low and deliberate, "it's finally time to come out of the shadows. We can't remain hidden forever." His fingers brushed against the wall, activating an intricate web of glowing patterns. "It's time to move topside."

A deep, resonant voice echoed from the wall:

"Identification completed. Walter Xenomproph has been recognized."

A nostalgic smile tugged at Walter's lips as he heard the name. Xenomorph—the name of their species. A race of shapeshifters capable of replication and adaptation, perfectly suited for survival and conquest.

CRUNG!

The wall parted with a mechanical groan, revealing a passage bathed in an otherworldly blue light. Walter stepped forward, the sound of his boots echoing against the metallic corridor. The air within was cool, charged with an energy that hinted at the advanced technology concealed within.

As he walked deeper into the passage, the space opened up into a massive chamber. The room was like something out of a science fiction dream—its gleaming walls were embedded with pulsating circuits, holographic displays floated mid-air, and rows of consoles were handled by Xenomorph operatives.

The heart of the chamber was dominated by a colossal black spacecraft. Its surface was smooth and obsidian-like, absorbing the surrounding light. Sleek and angular, the ship had an intimidating presence and glowed with blue lines that pulsed rhythmically like a heartbeat. Around it were platforms brimming with alien tech—hovering drones, plasma-based weaponry, and intricate machinery that hummed with barely contained power.

The operatives were a flurry of activity, their humanoid forms shifting subtly as they worked. Some had elongated limbs tipped with claw-like fingers; others had translucent skin revealing the complex organic machinery underneath it. Despite their varying forms, they moved with precision and a singular purpose.

Walter stopped at the edge of a raised platform, overlooking the bustling scene. He clapped his hands once, the sound echoing through the chamber like a command.

"Xenomorphs," he announced, his voice strong and resonant, "it's time to get out and play."

For a moment, the room fell silent. The operatives froze, their movements halting as his words sank in. Then, as if a dam had broken, a wave of excitement rippled through them.

"Finally!" one of them screamed, their voice filled with a mixture of relief and exhilaration.

The room erupted into cheers and laughter, the tension of years spent in hiding evaporating in an instant. Operatives turned to one another, their forms shifting in excitement. The massive spacecraft began to hum, its engines awakening as the chamber prepared for launch.

Walter stood tall, his piercing gaze sweeping over his people. He felt a sense of pride and anticipation course through him. The time had come to show the world the true power of the Xenomorphs.

The law and order of the old world could no longer hold them.

Now, they would make their own.