Players Invade Cyberpunk

Chapter 1219 - 396: New Recruits Enter the Ranks (Part 2)

When the lid of each plate was lifted, revealing the steaming hot dishes inside, the butler would stand by and introduce,"Tonight’s dinner is French baked snails, Spanish casserole, red wine braised beef, German fried pork knuckle, and vegetable salad."

Nightmare was a carnivore and disliked those servings where a spoonful of food was placed on a large plate; for him, portion and texture were indispensable.

But as he looked at the table full of sumptuous dishes, he lost his appetite, which made Queen Melina Ramirez, sitting across the long table, notice he had something on his mind, so she also put down her knife and fork.

"Is tonight’s dinner not to your taste? I’ll have the kitchen redo it for you."

Nightmare shook his head.

"The Europeans want us to supply their army with provisions and food supplies."

The Queen was puzzled.

"Two or three thousand people, they shouldn’t eat much, isn’t a few million enough?"

"Ha, do you know what they say they want to eat?"

Nightmare punched the table.

"These guys demand, in addition to three injections of concentrated synthetic blood daily, 150g of organic vegetables, 100g of real meat, and two doses of slow-release agent!"

It doesn’t sound like much, but currently Cuba doesn’t even have any farms set up, everything needs to be imported, not to mention post-processing.

In other words, those Europeans want to take advantage of this opportunity to squeeze all the money they’ve made over the years out of them, and when it comes time to negotiate imports, they will surely ask for an exorbitant price.

But this is also the old behavior of Europe and America; back in World War II, from the mold on the southwest front line to the mold on the Korean battlefield, they nearly bankrupted Japan, South Korea, and the Yunmiao area, consuming pigs and cows by the hundreds every day, chickens by the thousands, and voraciously creating famine like locusts.

Now with such a paltry ration, they are already demonstrating that they don’t care much for the soldiers.

However, Cuba currently has one advantage: there’s nothing left to squeeze from the lower class; they all eat protein blocks, and you can’t expect the European army to eat those.

Understanding Nightmare’s dilemma, the Queen swirled the wine glass in her hand, her red lips slightly parted.

"I do have a way."

Nightmare looked up.

"Oh, what way?"

The Queen stood up and swayed over to sit on Nightmare’s lap.

"A hotel under my name recently imported a batch of organic food from somewhere, at prices less than half of market rate. I’ll negotiate with Europe and, with a bit of money, it should work."

"But the problem is... will those Europeans plan to kill the donkey after it’s done its job?"

After a deep kiss, Nightmare finally said,

"Not quite; before they are finished with the money in our hands, they won’t act against me."

The Queen panted, fingers teasingly tracing a circle on Nightmare’s chest.

"Then you better hide the money well; if they find it, and you lose your value..."

Nightmare grabbed her hand firmly, squeezing the Queen until she winced.

"They won’t find it; in this world, besides me, no one can find where that money is hidden."

"However, you should thoroughly investigate where that way comes from; I’ve heard that... the opposite company just happens to have several organic food factories, only they don’t disclose it."

The Queen withdrew her hand indifferently and said,

"Who cares to whom it belongs? What difference does it make to us? As long as it can deal with those Europeans, that’s enough."

"Makes sense."

In this world, you are in me, and I am in you; they are drug dealers, not a nation. Fighting with one hand and doing business with the other is normal. Besides, now the main force fighting with Horizon Corporation is the Europeans.

Some things you know, I know, you know I know, but as long as that last layer isn’t torn, everyone can pretend not to know.

The two continued their heated conversation; the dishes on the table remained untouched, and in their excitement, things got physical, but an untimely voice interrupted their actions.

"Boss!"

Ricardo pushed the door open and entered. He glanced at the Queen sitting on Nightmare’s lap and said,

"There’s something."

Nightmare pushed the Queen away, dismissing the butler and waitstaff.

"Speak, there’s no outsiders here."

"Yes."

Ricardo quietly described the recent frontline events to Nightmare.

"Rebel propaganda?"

"Yes."

Ricardo nodded.

"They are using radios, live streams, and drawings to promote driving us out, highly provocative, and they are giving those poor devils food, organizing guerrilla forces to oppose us everywhere, claiming to rebuild Cuba."

"Ha ha."

Nightmare nearly burst into laughter.

"Rebuild Cuba, these Americans can’t even find a good excuse; they’re crazy."

He didn’t believe the reason at all; it’s just an excuse to incite those poor devils to cause trouble for him.

It’s not unprecedented; in the end, either some European country supports a new force or they’re ready to replace them, factories continue producing drugs.

"What about Da Haguai’s army? Kill all those who dare to cause trouble; act ruthlessly so those wanting to oppose me see the consequences clearly."

The situation has reached this point; Cuba has no value left for Nightmare. If his foundation weren’t here, he would’ve packed up and left long ago.

As for those civilians, in the eyes of the drug dealers, they’re no different from grass on the lawn—a new patch can easily grow when one dies.

They can’t even afford drugs; they’re worthless except for being stuffed into factories.

Ricardo hesitated.

"But..."

"But what?"

"Their promotional channels are highly provocative and through internet broadcasts; I worry that poor devils in other cities will see these and become restless."