Chapter 233: The Brazil Strategy (Seeking Subscriptions)

Having finally learned who the mastermind behind the threats he had been tracking all this time was, Rivera felt nothing but fear and panic in his heart at this moment.

Heaven knows what kind of ghosts Cybertron and Mechanical Life are!

Regardless, as the person in charge of a military trade company in Brazil, the number one power in South America, even if Rivera's nerves were dull, he was now beginning to realize that he had likely fallen into a deep pit—and an bottomless one at that, where the end could not be seen!

"Y-your... Excellency..."

Rivera swallowed hard, his eyes darting around rapidly; his subconscious reaction was to escape as quickly as possible, even if it meant being arrested by the prosecution immediately.

Sun Cheng looked down from above at the middle-aged white man before him, who was tall and sturdy but somewhat bald, his eyes filled with malice.

This Rivera was one of the first humans he had developed in Brazil to work for him, and in order to win Rivera over, he had not skimped on benefits in his daily life.

Not only had Sun Cheng never shorted him a single cent of procurement funds, but he would occasionally use Frenzy's abilities to hack into the Brazilian government system to tamper with identities and purchase properties to gift to him.

Although these methods were all intended to bind him tightly to his own war chariot, it also showed that he had indeed put a great deal of effort into Rivera.

Yet, this guy clearly wanted to betray him!

Picking him straight up from the edge of the pool, Sun Cheng held him up before his face, his ferocious visage making no attempt to hide his killing intent.

"... Rivera, you have disappointed me... In the past few months, we have gotten along quite well... I am a greedy person, but I have never cared if my subordinates have their own selfish motives... However, this time you have disappointed me... Speak, how do you intend to die..."

In order not to attract outside attention to Base No. 2, and also to facilitate the transport of materials.

The supplies procured in Brazil had always been shipped once a week, and the materials purchased naturally were not meant to last only a few days, but about half a month.

However, with the completion of several production lines at Base No. 2, the materials required grew with each passing day; after all, once industrial robots were manufactured, they could be put into work immediately after a little debugging.

Therefore, Rivera's suspension of material transport this time directly led to a serious shortage of materials at Base No. 2.

Because of his fault, it was conservatively estimated that the number of industrial robots Sun Cheng had available was at least forty fewer, and there were seven or eight fewer combat robots as a result.

Sun Cheng was naturally extremely annoyed!

With a slight movement of his palm, although he did not use his full strength, the terrifying force of several hundred kilograms still immediately made Rivera feel the joints of his entire body creaking and popping under the pressure, and his chest immediately began to ache due to the difficulty in breathing.

"No... please... it's not my... my fault..."

Kicking his legs violently, in the face of death, Rivera used almost all his strength to try to break free from the restraint of Sun Cheng's palm.

Unfortunately, Sun Cheng was also furious at this moment, his face exceptionally cold.

"Oh? Then I will give you one more chance..."

With a flick of his hand, Rivera was immediately thrown onto the ground in front of him, and Sun Cheng summoned his Plasma Cannon, the terrifying muzzle pointed directly at the head of the still-coughing Rivera.

"Speak, while my patience has not yet run out..."

After Rivera lay on the ground and coughed a few times, he sensed an unusual feeling coming from above his head. He subconsciously looked up, and upon seeing the muzzle of the Plasma Cannon in Sun Cheng's hand aimed at his head, he was immediately frightened, his face turning even paler.

At this moment, startled by Sun Cheng, he dared not have any ulterior motives; before he had even caught his breath, he hurriedly replied: "... Y-your... Excellency... *cough*, I did not intentionally... *cough*... stop the procurement of supplies... *cough*... You don't know, the government is watching me now. I don't know how the US FBI started investigating the arms I purchased for you that time, and they ended up contacting our government through diplomatic channels. Currently, the government has already started investigating our company... *cough*... Several of my trusted aides have already been taken away by the prosecutor's office for questioning..."

Taking a few deep breaths, Rivera struggled to sit up, looking up at Sun Cheng with hidden resentment in his eyes, "... Although the government hasn't started investigating me yet, they should have already set their sights on me... In order not to let the government notice the supplies I purchased for you, I had to temporarily stop the procurement..."

The US government had indeed started an investigation!

Hearing this, Sun Cheng frowned slightly, though this was within his expectations.

Having clashed with the Nest unit in Saguache County, Colorado, last time, he had used a variety of American-made weapons; he was not surprised that the US government would definitely launch a large-scale investigation after the battle.

However, if the FBI really exposed him and Base No. 2 because of the investigation into the arms he purchased in the name of Brazil, the trouble would be huge.

At once, Sun Cheng let out a cold snort and raised the muzzle, yet he still did not give him a pleasant look.

Rivera definitely had ulterior motives; this was beyond doubt!

Otherwise, it wasn't as if he hadn't left the other party a way to contact him, but for this guy to cut off the material supply for a week—Sun Cheng himself didn't believe there wasn't some thought behind it.

Having realized that his previous soft approach, which focused mainly on winning people over, was indeed too wishful, Sun Cheng looked down at Rivera, his eyes growing colder.

"No. 2, come out..."

A cold voice suddenly came from his mouth!

Rivera was still cautiously peeking at him, waiting for his final judgment.

He did not expect to suddenly hear Sun Cheng speak abruptly, and he was left in confusion.

Immediately, his vision blurred, and a metallic beast the size of an adult ocelot leaped out from the pool and landed quietly in front of him.

Then, this metallic beast, like a docile house cat, crawled respectfully to Sun Cheng's feet and asked in a similarly clear and cold Portuguese: "Master, what are your orders for summoning me..."

"I give you one day to cooperate with Rivera to resume the procurement of supplies, and increase the total procurement to ten times the original amount."

"Task will be completed, Master..."

The excited No. 2 replied with exceptional respect.

Afterward, it turned its head to look at Rivera and bared its teeth at him.

After giving the order to No. 2, who had just completed its Enhancement, Sun Cheng once again looked at Rivera coldly, making no attempt to hide the killing intent in his eyes.

"Seven days, you lowly worm. I only give you seven days. Use all your connections to build me a network that can cover the Brazilian political scene within seven days..."

Rivera's face changed drastically; he was just about to retort that this was absolutely impossible.

But Sun Cheng did not give him a chance to argue; he lowered his body again, bringing his own ferocious head close to Rivera's face.

"This is an order, not a request..."

A single sentence blocked all the words Rivera had on the tip of his tongue; he could only nod with a bitter face, having no other choice in his heart.

It was No. 2 again, grinning with a ferocious smile: "Master, leave it to me..."

Having just completed its modification and promoted to a Level 2 Reconnaissance Decepticon, No. 2 was eager to perform and naturally appeared exceptionally proactive. It excitedly raised its front claws, the sharp claws emitting a cold light, and said in a similarly cold tone, "Slaughter can solve all problems!"