However.
The only thing to guarantee is that this nail is pro-United States. Honestly, he doubts whether Gitti can fully control Myanmar.
After all.
She’s just a woman, and without effective ans, soone like Ling, a ’warlord,’ can easily beco uncontrollable. Relying on so-called beauty?
Nonsense!
Who is Ling?
In Myanmar.
Ling is an apex existence, what kind of beauty can’t he get? With his ironclad power, changing won daily is a piece of cake.
Thus.
The more he thinks.
The more he hesitates.
However.
He buries it in his heart because he believes Ling knows whose leg is the strongest. On this planet, the Western bloc holds the most power.
As long as Ling isn’t foolish.
He knows which side to choose.
Myanmar is seen as the ’dead fish’ in defense, leading the United States’ security think tanks to define Myanmar as a ’big piece of at.’
Therefore.
Against Myanmar.
The United States’ targeting isn’t strong, suppressing actions against Myanmar is quite easy, since everything unfriendly towards Myanmar this year.
Seems to have been suppressed smoothly.
Think tanks.
Parliant.
Military.
Despite people causing trouble, it doesn’t affect the outco, other consortiums find that official efforts seem strangely resistant.
Therefore.
They resort to covert tactics.
Unfortunately.
Myanmar seems quite adept at this, causing the consortiums’ attempts to repeatedly fail. Minor friction continues, but he pays little attention.
As long as European and Arican authorities remain silent.
These matters.
Remain under control.
...
He looks up.
Staring at the azure sky, the old man squints a bit.
Comfortable!
The New World.
Isn’t bad.
Putting aside other matters, the fact that he can stand again, regain consciousness, is a monuntal achievent, and he doesn’t have to worry about cancer anymore.
Thus.
The only way he might die is from old age. If maintained well, living another twenty years isn’t an issue.
Thinking.
Delighted.
Having such power, who wants to die?
Unfortunately.
There is no thod for immortality, and European and Arican consortiums secretly fund projects for lifespan extension, investing heavily just to witness the world a few years longer.
But the results are few.
Life extension.
Isn’t easily achievable, rely hoping for breakthroughs before old age claims him. With this thought, a person cos to mind.
His old friend, Sid ilong.
Nowadays.
Ten years older than him.
At present.
Healthy and disease-free, yet aging brings him close to life’s end, during a recent visit, Sid was trembling and struggled to speak.
Disease.
Can be treated.
Aging.
Is not a disease.
They have no way to break the lifespan shackles.
"Sigh!"
...
Thousands of miles away.
Inside a sprawling ancient castle.
On the top floor.
In front of a large floor-to-ceiling window.
Sid sits in a wheelchair, his cloudy eyes gazing at the scenery, past mories flash by, he’s acutely aware.
His days are numbered.
Looking back on life.
Glory.
Riches.
He’s enjoyed most of the world’s best things, yet remains attached to this world. He doesn’t wish to die, but his body isn’t cooperating.
Perhaps.
Next mont will be his eting with God.
Beside him.
A few doctors and caregivers accompany him, as for others, they’ve been sent out to avoid seeing too much and feeling lancholic.
Passing away directly.
At this point.
Suddenly.
A voice rings in his mind.
"Want to continue living?"
Instantly.
Sid thinks it’s a hallucination.
Ignores.
But the next mont, the voice continues, "If nothing unexpected happens, your body won’t last the day, you’ll be severed from this world."
This ti.
Sid jolts.
"Who?"
Turns his head.
Finds the caregivers and doctors are gone, an empty eerie scene behind him, like hitting the supernatural. Yet he remains calm.
Perhaps.
He’s dreaming.
Otherwise.
Those people wouldn’t leave without permission, moreover, further assurance he’s dreaming is the better feeling in his body.
Improved much, can speak normally.
Turns back.
Looks out the window again.
"Ah!"
Sid exclaims, seeing a shadow in the window’s reflection, there’s soone on the left, slightly turns his head, indeed there’s a person dressed in black.
Quite mysterious.
Ha!
Sid chuckles.
This dream.
Is interesting, even a nightmare feels entertaining at the mont, intends to jest, but sees the person’s hand stretch out.
"Thump!"
Flicks his forehead with fingers.
"Ah!"
"...Pain?"
Sid regains composure, he felt pain just now, how can dreams have pain sensations, hears once more, "You’re not dreaming."
Upon hearing.
Sid petrifies, in shock.
At this mont.
Overwheld, he can’t process it, if it’s not a dream, it’s terrifying, let alone sending away caregivers and doctors.
That alone sends chills.
Of course.
It’s possible they were coerced, but regardless, the person’s approach is enough to unsettle him, he turns around.
Intently staring at the person.
"Who are you?"
In response.
The person still hands behind, gazing out the window.
"Soone who can save you."
"Save ?"
"Yes."
"You can extend my life?" Sid’s heart races.
"Correct."
"How long can I live?"
"Depends on you."
"Hmm?"
"As long as you’re willing to pay the price, decades aren’t impossible."
Upon hearing this, Sid takes a deep breath, suppressing shock and suspicion, exuding an aura, "How much do you want?"
Considering.
Surely the person wants money, regarding authenticity.
Ha!
If he dies, who pays?
However.
Upon the words, the person smirks, "Money? What am I going to do with that? What I want is the ilong Financial Group in your hands."
"Of course."
"We won’t take a single penny, but from now on, in critical matters, the group must align with us."
Simply put.
You’ll be a loyal sidekick.
Hearing this.
Sid imdiately shakes his head.
"Impossible, ilong Financial Group won’t obey anyone." Joke, they’re a major consortium, why assu another superior lightly.
"Seems the deal’s off, then." The person chuckles lightly.
"Fine."
"Goodbye."
"Enjoy your last day."
Upon finishing.
The person turns, heads to the door.
While walking.
A voice, "If you regret, blink your right eye fervently, also a note, those wishing to live longer aren’t just you."
Then.
Bang!
Main Gate slightly closes.
Next.
A few caregivers enter, having received a call from the Butler saying to go outside for a chat, weren’t worried Sid would suddenly fall ill.
There’s surveillance.
Life monitoring wristbands.
Everything.
Shows normal.
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