They traveled through time at the same time, but the villainous scientist

Chapter 394: Killing the donkey

On the other hand, with the various technologies that Zhang Qi introduced, the market value of Wieland-Yuya Company also began to steadily climb.

On the giant screen of the New York Stock Exchange, WT's stock ticker was followed by a string of glaring green arrows, and the numbers were jumping upwards at an almost frantic pace.

Every second, hundreds of millions of dollars of capital flood in, pushing this ancient commercial behemoth to unprecedented heights.

In his office, Charles Wieland II stood before a huge floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the city skyline illuminated by neon lights.

His face, though aged, was reflected in the glass, but it did not appear as smug and self-satisfied as outsiders might have imagined.

These days, he is undoubtedly the most spirited person on the entire planet.

Phone calls, emails, and banquet invitations from global tycoons poured in like snowflakes, each one flatteringly praising his foresight and wisdom.

He gently swirled the wine in his glass, the amber liquid forming graceful arcs on the crystal glass.

He could almost see that in the near future, the name Weyland-Yutani would surpass any height his grandfather Peter Weyland could ever reach.

He will become history itself.

However, once the wave of ecstatic excitement subsided, a cold, ever-present chill crept up from the very tip of the spine.

"Cyborg Project", "Alien Legion Project"... each project represents a power capable of overturning the world order.

And the core technical documents of every project ultimately point to the same name.

Zhang Qi.

The name was like an invisible thorn, deeply embedded in Charles's heart.

All the key technologies and all the core patents were in the hands of that man alone.

Wieland Corporation, this vast business empire, now resembles more of an incubator providing Zhang Qi with resources and a platform.

Charles Weyland, though nominally an emperor, was in reality merely the keeper of that man's palace.

This discovery left him feeling suffocated.

Weyland needs Zhang Qi, but does Zhang Qi... really need Weyland?
the answer is negative.

If Zhang Qi so desires, he can take these technologies to any competitor, Tyrael, or any other faction, and Weyland-Tangu will instantly fall from heaven to hell.

He absolutely cannot allow this to happen.

He had to think about what to do next.

He returned to his desk, his deep eyes fixed on the pile of reports, his knuckles turning slightly white from the pressure.

He used his highest authority as president to access the human resources department's internal system.

Lines of personnel information flowed across the virtual screen in front of him.

He began to relocate personnel, his movements precise and ruthless, like a chess player moving pieces on a chessboard.

He transferred his trusted confidants, who had been planted in the security department, to the periphery of Zhang Qi's laboratory.

The finance department's most reliable auditor was sent to investigate the material consumption of the "Alien Legion" project.

Step by step, an invisible net began to quietly converge on the man who was at the center of the company's power, yet remained outside his control.

Such a move naturally did not escape Zhang Qi's notice.

Or rather, Charles Wieland's reaction came later than he had anticipated.

When the first personnel transfer notice appeared on the terminal in his lab, Zhang Qi glanced at it and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips.

A security supervisor he had never met before, whose resume stated "loyal to the company," replaced the honest and simple captain who only knew technology.

Following that, there were changes to the material application process, the involvement of financial audits, and even the cleaning staff in his laboratory were replaced with unfamiliar faces.

Watson stood behind him, like the most silent statue, silently reporting the eavesdropping and surveillance equipment carried by these newcomers through data streams.

"Ignore them, let them do what they want..."

Zhang Qi said calmly, his gaze still fixed on the huge petri dish in front of him.

It's not hard to understand why Charles would do such a thing.

Wieland-Yutani is essentially a family business, and Charles Wieland is like the emperor of this business empire.

Now, he has undoubtedly become a powerful minister who wields considerable military power and whose prestige even surpasses that of the emperor himself.

Moreover, the world is not dominated by Weyland alone.

To prevent his "big shot" from being ousted by his rivals, Charles can only take one action, and that is the only one he will take.

He and the technology he possessed were completely transformed into Wieland Corporation's permanent "assets".

Death is the best way to keep a secret forever.

"However, the timing is just right..."

Zhang Qi muttered to himself.

He raised his hand and placed it on a control panel covered in biosensors. With a low, hydraulic hum, a heavy alloy door behind him slowly opened, revealing a private laboratory he had never shown to anyone before.

In the center of the laboratory, a set of completely black bio-armor was immersed in a huge cylindrical petri dish.

It doesn't have the cold texture of metal, but rather presents a strange form that lies somewhere between an organism and a machine.

The flowing lines are full of power, and there seems to be a faint light flowing slowly on the surface of the shell, as if it has its own life.

This is a suit called "Kep" in another world, a terrifying creation capable of turning ordinary people into superhumans.

Even in the God's Exchange System, a complete Unit G requires an A-level side quest plus 8000 reward points.

He currently has no A-level side quests.

So he chose another path—exchanging for core materials to manufacture them himself.

The final cost was only two D-level side quests plus 1500 bonus points.

After all, he had already mastered the relevant bio-modification technology through his experience in the Strong Armor world. What he obtained from the main god was only some scrap material that was temporarily unavailable in this world.

Moreover, he incorporated the biological characteristics of the Xenomorph and made extensive modifications to this "Kap".

Most importantly, he directly wrote the command center that controls the "soldier ant" legion into the neural connection system of this bio-armor.

When he puts it on, he will become the sole ruler of the entire alien army.

……

A few days later, a gold-embossed invitation was delivered to Zhang Qi's desk.

Charles Wieland II invited him to dinner at his private villa on the outskirts of the city.

The villa is built on a cliff overlooking the sea, with huge floor-to-ceiling windows offering views of the surging, dark ocean.

The restaurant was softly lit, with melodious classical music playing in the air. Exquisite silver cutlery and top-quality dishes were laid out on the long dining table, all of which reflected the owner's extraordinary taste and status.

Charles, dressed in a well-tailored casual suit, gracefully poured Zhang Qi a glass of expensive red wine.

"Zhang Qi, a toast to your genius, and to the future of Wieland Corporation."

He raised his glass with a sincere and warm smile, as if those little gestures from before had never happened.

Zhang Qi gently clinked glasses with him, took a sip of wine, and left a faint trace of the scarlet liquid on his lips.

He didn't respond to Charles's toast, but instead spoke directly, his voice as calm as if stating a given fact:
"If possible, I would like to continue our cooperation."

Charles's hand holding the wine glass paused slightly in mid-air, and the smile on his face stiffened for a moment.

He quickly regained his composure and asked, feigning ignorance:

"Zhang, what are you talking about? Haven't we always had a pleasant working relationship?"

"is it?"

Zhang Qi put down his wine glass, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and calmly met Charles's eyes.
"First, I placed your people in the production processes of several core projects, and then I replaced all the support staff around me... I guess you should have a pretty good grasp of the relevant technical processes and production lines by now, right?"

With each word he spoke, Charles's face paled further.

"Even without me, research and production should be able to continue, right?"

Zhang Qi's tone remained calm, even carrying a hint of a smile, but this smile sent a chill down Charles's spine.

"So, you're in such a hurry to get rid of me?"

Zhang Qi leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the table, and looked directly into the other person's eyes.
“If you continue to cooperate with me, you can gain much greater benefits than you do now.”

Wieland, your vision seems smaller than I imagined.

"Do not……"

Upon hearing Zhang Qi's almost sarcastic comment, Charles's face darkened completely, and all his pretense was shattered.

“If you weren’t so capable, if you weren’t in your current situation… we might still have a chance to cooperate.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the "service staff" who had been bowing and standing around the restaurant instantly pulled out weapons from under their clothes and in the food carts.

The cold muzzles of the guns gleamed with a deadly light under the soft lamplight, all aimed at Zhang Qi sitting at the dining table.

The classical music in the air had stopped sometime ago, leaving only the roar of the waves outside the window.

Charles slowly stood up, looking down at Zhang Qi who was still sitting calmly. There was no warmth in his eyes anymore, only the cold indifference of a ruler and a deep-seated fear.

"This incident will be described to the outside world as an accident."

Tomorrow, the whole world will mourn the tragic passing of a brilliant scientist.

"And Weyland Corporation, after 'inheriting' all your achievements, will become the sole and true ruler of this planet."

Charles stood up, pulled a pistol from his pocket, and pointed it at Zhang Qi's head.

At this distance, even with his marksmanship, he wouldn't miss.
"Let me see you off on your final journey, my... friend."

(End of this chapter)