Chapter 1888 - 1565: They Are Different
Dorian limped to the door of the room where Aaron was...
Amal reached out to block Dorian, saying, "Our boss is talking to someone..."
Dorian didn't lose his temper. He glanced at Aaron in the room, and after confirming he wasn't hurt, he said to Amal, "I've seen you, you're a terrorist..."
Amal was not ashamed of his 'terrorist' background, but having someone from P.B. call him a terrorist seriously pissed him off.
As a second-generation terrorist, Amal's journey had been incredibly tough!
In his eyes, P.B. was clearly doing far more excessive things, yet P.B. was considered a savior by many, while he was cursed universally.
Facing Dorian's sarcasm, Amal flipped the bird and said, "I'm proud of my terrorist identity because it shows that those who label me 'terrorist' are afraid of me.
I heard that the Elephant next to Hu Lang only has one ball, which is why he does everything like a woman. Are you that Elephant?"
Dorian was instantly enraged. He took a step forward, elbowed Amal's throat, and pushed him against the wall...
"FUCK, you son of a bitch! You worthless bunch can't even protect your own boss. I'm here to clean up your mess...
Oh, you idiot probably can't even figure out what's happening because your brain is planted in that crazy woman Madeline's chest..."
Just as Amal was about to lose it and make a move, Madeline and Ronnie rushed up to separate the two.
Madeline looked at Dorian with a complex expression, then pulled Amal aside, softly comforting her lover who always lost his composure around P.B.
Aaron ended his online call, stood up from his wheelchair, and turned to look at the two groups clashing at the doorway...
"Gentlemen, can you put away your Boys Scout behavior for now? We have more important things to do..."
Saying this, Aaron looked at Dorian and said, "Elephant, did Hu Lang send you over just to cause trouble for my guys?"
Dorian blinked at the slightly legendary figure in front of him and smiled, "My boss said there's a dead cripple who gets complacent and overlooks the dangers around him, who might get stabbed in the back at any moment, so he sent me over..."
Aaron wasn't angry at all after hearing this. Instead, he smiled and nodded, saying, "I have indeed been a bit complacent...
Over the past two months, I helped a bastard launder a lot of money, so it's only normal that bastard would send someone to protect me, don't you think?
I'm safe now, but that guy's troubles are just beginning, and we have a lot more to do!"
Saying this, Aaron gestured to Madeline to come to him, and then quietly spoke to her...
Dorian had no intention of eavesdropping. He nudged Ronnie beside him with his elbow and whispered, "Don't you feel something's off?"
Ronnie frowned and said, "What do you mean?"
Dorian whispered sneakily, "I mean this guy isn't right, he seems to care more about the boss's safety than we do..."
Ronnie, the old black guy, frowned as he observed Aaron, noticing his Talus-system-style prosthetic and the Flex Armor revealed from his torn shirt. He smacked his lips and said, "It's a bit unusual...
The equipment on Amal and Madeline is about the same as ours.
Unless they're really close, the boss wouldn't let them use such gear..."
Dorian rolled his eyes, trying to make Ronnie get the joke he intended, but just as he was about to babble nonsense, Aaron dismissed Madeline and slowly walked out of the room full of corpses, saying, "Eric Bent's location has been found. Are you going yourselves, or should I send someone to rescue him?"
Dorian decisively said, "Of course we'll go ourselves..."
Saying that, Dorian rubbed his still-injured butt and said, "Even if we're hurt, we're still the best."
Aaron didn't mind Dorian's stubbornness. He waved and said, "I'll arrange for people to cooperate with your operation...
I'll have a lot on my plate later, so after your mission, you can go straight to Odessa to rendezvous with Hu Lang."
Upon hearing this, Dorian frowned and said, "Sir, our boss instructed..."
Aaron waved irritably and said, "Your boss is a capricious bastard. His series of actions in Mariupol left many people in a terribly embarrassing situation.
If this situation isn't handled well, P.B. will face many troubles going forward!"
Dorian said incredulously, "Are there even more troubles?"
Aaron looked at Dorian like he was an idiot and said with some sympathy, "Is Hu Lang relying on idiots like you to make it this far?
He treated Phoenix Rothschild like a dog and then planned to hand him over to Russia. Do you think the Rothschild family will sit idly by?
He's already torn with the Edward Foundation. Do you think the big families of the Edward Foundation will really sit back and do nothing?"
With that, Aaron waved and said, "Even if I tell you, you wouldn't understand. Hurry up and do your job."
Dorian nodded instinctively and said with some concern: "So, that means our boss still has a lot of trouble ahead. Who do we need to take out to make things easier for him?"
Aaron paused for a moment, then laughed and said: "Is everyone at P·B a musclehead like you?
Your boss is clashing with the world's top consortiums, even whole classes. Given his character, why do you think he hasn't directly taken out Phoenix? Is it because he doesn't dare?
Your boss possesses top-notch political acumen. As Hu Lang's bodyguard, you should learn more about these things so you can handle certain matters for him in the future.
If you're worried your boss might think you're a fool, you can consult with some of the smart people within P·B."
Dorian shook his head and said: "Most of the smart people at P·B are mad scientists, and among the remaining, half are undercover. I'm not afraid they'll deceive me, but I think what they say definitely doesn't suit me."
With that, Dorian turned and beckoned to Ronnie, as well as 'Rhino' with a shoulder injury, and left with Spurs...
Amal looked at his boss with an approving expression and said, a bit displeased: "Boss, that guy is just a fool..."
Aaron shook his head and said: "Amal, anyone who can skillfully consider issues from a standpoint is a smart person.
Because such people can easily discern whether those 'correct statements' are suitable for themselves..."
Amal frowned and said: "I think it's not difficult to stick to one's own ideas and fight for what one wants..."
Aaron walked out of the room, signaling his men to come in and clean up...
Then he looked at Amal, who seemed displeased, and said: "If it were really not difficult, why have you, your father, and those base organization people not succeeded all these years?"
Saying this, Aaron reached out and patted Amal's arm, saying: "Buddy, we're fighting within the rules and order constructed by others.
If you only emphasize your own ideas blindly and expect others to conform to them, you won't go far.
Seeking common ground while preserving differences is a great theory in national politics, but only the people of China play it well!
P·B members may not be bright, but they always manage to go against the current while sticking to the 'right path', and it's not without reason.
Why do you think Hu Lang always manages to trample on the bottom line of various countries so wantonly?
Even his bodyguards know that you have to consider reports by combining the other's standpoint with your own to choose the direction most beneficial to yourself.
Their intelligence department is like a sieve; anyone can get in...
Others might think Hu Lang is above board, but those who truly understand know that through reports and explanations by those undercover, they can roughly understand the positions and attitudes of various countries?
As long as you have a standpoint, the views you express on specific matters will be different!"
After listening, Amal said helplessly: "Boss, I understand some of it, but there are parts I still don't get...
Hu Lang has already won in Mariupol, but you seem even more nervous...
Why?"
Aaron was patient with this subordinate, slowly walking as he said: "The whole thing is like fishing...
Only this time, those people and the Edward Foundation are the anglers, and Hu Lang is the big fish.
They used bait to lure the big fish Hu Lang into Mariupol, but in the tug-of-war, those people lost the game.
Now the big fish has dragged the anglers into the water, but that doesn't mean the big fish has won!
It only ends when the anglers are drowned in the water, and they are eaten!
The anglers have a larger presence, so when the big fish tries to bite them, their desperate struggle doubles the danger."
After hearing this, Amal finally understood some things and said incredulously: "Hu Lang has already won in Mariupol, but he wants more...
How is this possible? P·B's movements in other places have already caused Russia to feel dissatisfied. Once Russia believes P·B's actions have undermined their overseas strategic interests, the consequences could be very serious.
P·B's indiscriminate attacks on AS camps have left a very bad impression externally, combined with the Phoenix problem, it leads the Lake Belga Foundation to challenge him...
At this stage, stepping through the trap in Mariupol and retreating unscathed is already a miracle...
How can he possibly get more?"
Aaron stopped and looked at Amal, hesitated before saying: "Think carefully about what you just said...
You weren't wrong, which is why you've been losing all along!"
Amal stared wide-eyed in disbelief and said: "Why?"