The Bigshot Married Himself to the Heiress Chapter 938 - 917: Daddy Has a Little Bird

Desmond Manor, reception room.

The long table, Adrian Desmond sits at the head position, his hand resting on his lips, thumb stroking his chin, lost in thought.

Brandon Potter sits to Adrian Desmond’s right, with a laptop in front of him, recording quickly.

"Sixth Master, all 500 people have been chosen, ready to depart at any ti. These 500 are the top 500 on the base’s comprehensive strength ranking, their combat effectiveness is guaranteed." Jule reports to Adrian Desmond.

To motivate everyone, the base conducts a new test and evaluation of all personnel every six months, which forms a so-called ranking.

The top ten on the ranking receive missions, and their commission is three tis that of others. Therefore, everyone pays great attention to their ranking.

Jule directly selected the top 500 from the base’s comprehensive ranking this ti, making it the base’s strongest team.

Lance, responsible for Adrian Desmond’s arms business, said, "Each of the 500 is equipped with a communicator, a bulletproof vest, a 9mm silent submachine gun, ten tid bombs, each has 15 rounds of ammunition, and the dagger is Swiss-made.

Sixth Master, do you think there’s anything else we need to prepare?"

Adrian Desmond said, "It’s already comprehensive."

Sabrina Conner interrupted, "Sixth Master, don’t you have a missile launcher? Aren’t we bringing it along? Bomb Death Island to pieces."

Adrian Desmond’s cold gaze swept towards Sabrina Conner, who dyed her hair purple again, and mocked, "Should I also bring along fighter jets and tanks?"

"Sixth Master, do you have fighter jets and tanks?"

Of course, Adrian Desmond doesn’t have those things, his arms are mainly various firearms, bombs, and electronic products used on the battlefield.

Adrian Desmond’s cold gaze swept across everyone present, warning, "This operation is different from others. If half of the 500 we bring back, it’ll be lucky.

So each one of you should not underestimate the enemy!

If you underestimate the enemy, death might be yours!"

The crowd turned pale upon hearing this, Jule, responsible for the training of base personnel, was quite confident in the people he trained.

Jule said, "Sixth Master, is Death Island really that scary?"

"Terrifying!"

"..."

"Because they can no longer be called human!"

Sabrina Conner asked, "If they can’t be called human, then what are they?"

"Humanoid weapons!"

Adrian Desmond’s strength is recognized, he deeply understands the principle of "intimidation," so after each base’s comprehensive evaluation, the top ten on the ranking have a chance to spar with Adrian Desmond.

In Adrian Desmond’s view, this is not sparring; it’s a display of strong power and intimidation. Just like in the animal world, the alpha wolf kills those that challenge its dominance.

"This siege on Death Island includes people with substantial influence in the country. I don’t want to expose my capabilities to those people; I don’t even want them to know I’m involved in this operation, so this ti we’re going for a stealth attack.

Do you all understand?"

Sabrina Conner, full of youthful enthusiasm, asked, "Why are we going for a stealth attack? With so many people attacking Death Island, won’t it be flattened? Sixth Master, what exactly are you afraid of Night Owl for?"

"..."

"It’s just Death Island; I don’t believe it’s that formidable!"

"Conner, I hit Night Owl’s heart back then, and Night Owl didn’t die. I’m afraid that even after putting in so much effort this ti, I still won’t be able to kill Night Owl!"

"..."

"I’m afraid of not killing Night Owl and getting targeted by so people."

"..."

"Those besieging Death Island have ulterior motives, so are treasure hunting, so are searching for children, so are plotting territory... but my goal is to kill Night Owl!

Before killing Night Owl, I must preserve my strength well and stay alive!"

Adrian Desmond stared at Sabrina Conner, ordering, "Conner, do not participate in this operation."

"Why? Although I can’t beat you, Sixth Master, compared to the newly selected 500 people, I’m not bad at all. If you don’t believe , pick anyone, and I’ll compete with them."

Conner stood up abruptly, glaring at Adrian Desmond, ready for a duel at any mont.

"Because I don’t want to see you go to your death!"

"..."

"Marion!" Adrian Desmond called.

"Yes, Sixth Master!"

Marion glanced at Conner, said nothing, and dragged her out.