Chapter 477 "Corporate Warrior" (387) Hypocrisy and Submission

The ward was filled with gifts, and everyone else had left temporarily.

Standing in front of the hospital bed, the elegant middle-aged man is one of the most powerful figures in the Federation.

The CEO of MacMillan Group, he has a long name that is standard for Terra’s old aristocrats.

Maximilian von GR Aramham Drextal Liechtenstein

People called him Maximilian 17th. Since he was educated in an aristocratic school since he was a child, this big man spoke with a strong British accent:

"It's a great hospital, isn't it? The environment and medical resources are top-notch."

"Thank you, Chairman, for your preferential treatment."

"The strongest warrior deserves the best treatment."

"Don't dare to take it seriously."

Maximilian waved his hand towards the door and said with a contemptuous expression:

"There are many celebrities staying in this hospital, politicians, bankers, celebrities,

Henry Fondat, the film and television singer and songwriter star, lives in the same ward on the same floor. Just now, my bodyguard and Mr. Fondat’s fans started shoving each other.”

Lin Qi nodded: "My comrades told me that there are a group of crazy star-chasers in the corridor."

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"The Federation of Terra is becoming more and more degenerate. It is rich in wealth and moral corruption. People worship popular celebrities but do not come to visit General Odd who is separated by a wall."

"No one knows about the graves of heroes, but the family affairs of actors are known to the world."

"Henry Fondat, a sissy of unknown gender, has awkward movie acting skills, sings out of tune, and stutters even when reading lines in commercials.

If my entertainment company signs this guy, I will personally beat that blind manager with a baseball bat!"

"Fans don't care about acting, singing, etc. Just being handsome is enough," Lynch said.

"Haha! You know the rice circle very well! Captain!" Maximilian laughed.

"A little bit."

"Fondat...that guy is just a traffic star created by capital, and he can even win an Oscar. The judges in the current art world are really hopeless."

"Just give me enough money."

"Civilians pay for traffic stars, but in the military camp, soldiers worship the real heroes, not the aloof generals and marshals, but the soldiers fighting on the front line, such as you, the legendary Spartan heavy airborne assault company commander."

Lin Qi keenly felt the change in the other party's tone: "What do you want me to do, boss."

"Imagine that a legendary hero appears in the media and makes an appeal. The grassroots commanders of each unit and most of the officers and soldiers will listen patiently."

"If this appeal is beneficial, I wouldn't mind being on TV a few times."

"As expected of you, you are responsible and courageous!"

"The media today is full of fake news. I think it is my responsibility to help the public pay attention."

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“Indeed, rumors are flying all over the sky and conspiracy theories are very popular, especially my competitor, that damn bald Jew Jeffrey Zuckerman, whose AMCNN publishes junk information all day long!

It is ridiculous to say that aliens are controlling the Federal Parliament and inciting human beings to fight among themselves to consume the military strength of the Federation, but I admit that the truth is not much better than the rumors."

"Do you have any news from the military?" Lynch sat upright on the hospital bed: "I am very concerned about the attitude of Baron Cornwall. He is my old boss and commands three interstellar fleets."

"Coincidentally, we met at a charity fundraiser not long ago. Marshal Cornwall wants to avoid civil war. He and his fleet will not stand on either side of the red and green parties, but there is no guarantee that other troops will think so.

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Marshal Cornwall hopes that politicians from the red and green parties can stay rational, but the black sheep will not stop causing trouble after all.

He hopes that a hero from the grassroots level of the army can speak in the media and speak to soldiers with different political leanings to calm their young, noisy and warlike hearts."

Lynch couldn't help but nod: "It turns out that the Marshal meant it. In that case, I can take out the infusion bottle at any time, put on a medal, put on a military uniform, and appear in the studio to speak."

"Look, what is a hero and what is a pattern! Regardless of injuries, you still think about the interests of mankind. I admire you!"

"That's ridiculous. I also have selfish motives. May I ask...boss, about my children..."

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The smile on Maximilian's face disappeared, replaced by an expression of compassion:

"The bounty hunter learned that before the defeat, Matsushita Yoshikatsu issued an order at the Umbrella Company meeting to transfer important psychic experiment resources to other places, most of which were children with psychic talents.

"

"Oh! There is a clue! Good thing!" The monitoring equipment showed that Lynch's heartbeat became faster due to excitement: "Is there any follow-up news?!"

"A senior researcher from Umbrella took away your son and daughter. The good news is that this person betrayed Matsushita Yoshikatsu and did not send the child to the intended laboratory."

"Oh! Could it be that my conscience has discovered it?! I want to send my Franz and Sara back?!"

"Um..." Maximilian sighed and continued: "The bad news is that the senior researcher cut off all contact with his old friends and took the two children to who knows where..."

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"Hey..." Lin Qi slumped down, his face full of disappointment, and he leaned on the iron frame of the hospital bed.

"I will increase the bounty and hire the strongest private detectives and bounty hunters to investigate this matter."

"Thank you, boss..."

"Captain."

"Um?"

"Apart from the employment relationship, can't we be friends?" Maximilian held out his palm.

"friend."

Marcus Lynch held it, and through the bandage, the heat from his palms was transferred to him. Both of them knew that this was impossible.

(I still have value.)

(He still has value.)

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"I heard that Matsushita Yoshikatsu discovered something extraordinary in the underground research institute, which is of great significance to psychic research."

(Finally he asked. He had been holding back this sentence since he came in.)

Lin Qi remembered what the old company commander Johnny said, don't mention that incident to anyone.

Before the collapse of the pyramid mausoleum, Oleg took away some smelling salts in clay pots, relied on Uzuki Shimizu's relationship to deceive Sakura Co., Ltd.'s interrogation, and took the Salt Man's secret treasure to a secret location for storage.

"I'm sorry, we returned empty-handed." He lied: "The battle was fierce at the time, and we almost didn't escape. No matter how precious those ancient salt artifacts are, they have been... buried deep underground."

"That's it...what a pity..." The disappointed expression only stayed on Maximilian's face for a second:

"It doesn't matter, getting rid of Matsushita Yorikatsu is the main thing."
Chapter completed!