Chapter 113: The Helpless President Weier

Luo Lao's gaze shifted from the global unrest images on the screen to Qin Hao's face.

His eyes were sharp, as if they could pierce through anything.

"Well, the appetizers have been served; it's time for them to taste the main course."

After saying that, he picked up the phone and dialed; the call was quickly connected.

"I am the Rote Commissioner. The higher-ups have ordered the Armaments Department to send the 'gifts' we prepared to our few old friends."

The person on the other end immediately understood the deeper meaning.

"Rest assured, Commissioner. I know what to do, especially for those few in the Middle East; I will personally ensure they receive them."

"Hmm, let them see how war in the new era should be fought."

Luo Lao hung up the phone.

The "gift" he referred to was the relevant data of the Battle Enhancement Module that had been castrated.

This data will not be sent through any official channel; instead, it will be delivered precisely to the leaders of certain specific countries by means of a "leak".

Especially those countries that have long been in turmoil, sit on vast oil reserves, and are dissatisfied with Yingjiang Guo's hegemony in the Middle East.

……

Two days later, in the Middle East, a certain desert country, the top-secret conference room of the Ministry of National Defense.

Minister of National Defense Hasang Fahde was alone, his face solemn as he watched an encrypted video sent through a top-secret channel.

The video footage was somewhat shaky, as if filmed with a mobile phone at a training ground.

In the picture, a soldier wearing Yanhuang Guo's combat uniform stood silently at the center of the firing range.

Opposite him, another soldier raised a 9mm caliber pistol.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three consecutive gunshots rang out, the bullets precisely striking the soldier's chest.

Minister Hasang's pupils suddenly contracted.

The scene of flesh and blood flying that he had imagined did not appear; the soldier merely trembled slightly.

He lowered his gaze to look at the three bullet holes on his combat uniform, then, like brushing off dust, he casually patted them.

Completely unharmed!

Immediately after, the video picture switched.

Another soldier walked up to an iron plate about one millimeter thick,

took a deep breath, grabbed the edges of the steel plate with both hands, and his arm muscles instantly bulged, veins protruding.

"Screech—"

A grating metal twisting sound rang out; that hard iron plate was actually torn open by him into a huge gap, as easily as tearing a thick cardboard.

At the end of the video, the picture froze, and a line of bright red Yanhuang Chinese characters and Arabic appeared simultaneously on the screen.

"Do you want your army to be this strong too?"

Minister Hasang leapt up from his seat, his breathing becoming extremely rapid.

Beads of fine sweat appeared on his forehead; his eyes intertwined shock, fear, and an uncontrollable fervor.

As a soldier, he knew all too well what this video meant.

This is not an ordinary elite soldier; this is a "Super Soldier"!

It is a living war machine!

If his army, even just his core guard, could be equipped with this enhancing agent…

then the neighboring oil fields, the enemy's military bases, and even… shaking off the control of Yingjiang Guo's garrison would become possible.

He immediately picked up the confidential phone on the table, his voice trembling slightly from excitement.

"Connect me to the palace! I have urgent matters and must see His Majesty the King at once!"

The same video, at the same time, also appeared before the top decision-makers of another dozen or so countries around the world.

A covert arms race centered on the "enhancement agent" quietly began behind the scenes.

……

Yingjiang Guo, Bai Gong.

President Weier has not slept well for two days.

Domestic protests have intensified, with millions of civilians surrounding the Drug Administration Bureau and the headquarters of major pharmaceutical companies, clashes continually escalating.

The congressional switchboard is overwhelmed, and allies' requests for aid pile up on his desk.

He feels as if he is sitting on the rim of a volcano about to erupt, ready to be blown to pieces by the surging public opinion and chaotic situation at any moment.

"Mr. President."

Just as he was overwhelmed, the Director of the Secret Service knocked and entered the office.

His expression was unprecedentedly grave.

"Just tell me the bad news straight; I don't care anymore."

Weier waved his hand weakly.

Johnson said nothing, merely placing an encrypted tablet gently in front of Weier.

"This is the top‑level informant we have planted in the Middle East, who risked his life to bring back this information."

Weier frowned and opened the tablet.

The screen showed no complex report, nor any lengthy analysis.

Only a single photograph.

The background of the photo appears to be a low‑temperature storage cabinet in a laboratory, with rows of medicines neatly arranged inside.

The style of the medicine vials is completely different from the "Yongyuan Liquid (Treatment version)" announced by Yanhuang Guo.

They are thicker and longer, and the liquid inside the tubes is not pale green but a kind of liquid that, like a burning ruby, emits an eerie red light.

Below the photo was a line translated into English, the original words sent back by the informant.

"President, Yanhuang Guo sells medicine to the public, but what they can sell us is the power of gods."

Weier stared at that line of text, then looked at the red‑glowing potion in the photo, his brain as if struck by a bolt of lightning, instantly going blank.

He immediately understood the meaning of those words.

Eternal Essence Liquid, there is more than one version!

The green version that can cure disease is merely what they put out in the open, a 'commodity' used to harvest wealth and disrupt the world.

But this red one is their true trump card! It is prepared for their own people, or rather, for the 'highest‑level clients'.

"The power of gods......"

Weier muttered to himself, his gaze constantly shifting.

He thought of the reports about Yanhuang Guo's super soldiers, which he had once dismissed as nonsense.

He thought of Minister Hasan's sudden application for a huge military budget.

He thought even more of himself.

If he too could possess this power……

An unprecedented choice lay before him.

Is to continue opposing Yanhuang Guo, watching helplessly as Yingjiang Guo's hegemony and world order,

be overwhelmed by the 'Eternal Essence Liquid', and ultimately be devoured by the world's wrath?

Or to lower that proud head, go to that Eastern nation, and seek to purchase the power that belongs to the 'gods'?

Weier knew that no matter which path he chose, the world would no longer be the one he knew.

Yanhuang Guo, the country he regarded as his greatest rival, was no longer content to merely oppose him on the chessboard.

They overturned the entire chessboard, then brought out a completely new deck of cards whose rules he could not understand at all.

And the first card was placed directly on his forehead.

"Get me in touch with Yanhuang Guo!"

After long contemplation, Weier's voice was hoarse and dry, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

"Tell them, I want to have a private, secret meeting with them."