dkrc Chapter 245 Killing within the country, Lin Zhou prepares to close the net.
Chapter 245 Killing within the country, Lin Zhou prepares to close the net.
Accompanied by the ear-piercing roar of tires screeching violently against the ground.
The Gulfstream G650ER aircraft, like a giant black steel bird, landed steadily on the extremely secluded VIP private runway of Beijing Capital International Airport.
The massive cabin door slowly opened, and the gangway was lowered.
The cool morning wind, carrying the dry air unique to Beijing, blew in, making the hem of Lin Zhou's white shirt flutter.
Lin Zhou carried the extremely ordinary black travel bag in one hand and stepped down the gangway with steady steps. He wasn't wearing sunglasses, nor was he deliberately pulling his hat brim down. His deep, almond-shaped eyes were fully exposed in the rising morning light, filled with the heavy stench of blood that had crossed the ocean, and an extreme coldness that disregarded life and death.
At this moment, Lin Zhou was no longer the carefree rising star in the entertainment industry, nor was he the timid son-in-law of the Su family.
He is the true helmsman of the Lin family conglomerate.
He is a demon from hell who crawled back from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood in Las Vegas, carrying an extremely terrifying truth.
On the tarmac, twenty pure black bulletproof Maybachs stood in perfect formation, like a row of silent steel behemoths, waiting in perfect order. Hundreds of Shadow Assassins in black suits stood with their hands behind their backs, their eyes filled with fanaticism and awe.
The moment Lin Zhou's tactical boots touched the ground.
Everyone knelt on one knee in perfect unison, their movements perfectly synchronized, and they unleashed a deafening growl.
"The Gong family patriarch has returned in triumph!"
Old Chen strode forward. His weathered face was full of excitement as he personally opened the extremely heavy bulletproof door of the middle Maybach for Lin Zhou.
The car door closed, completely shutting out the noise and cold wind from the outside world.
"Young Master, hot water and calming medicinal food have been prepared at home. Young Madam barely slept last night. Would you like to ask if we go straight back to Xishan Fortress, or return to Starry Sky Media first?" Old Chen asked respectfully from the passenger seat.
Lin Zhou leaned back in the large, soft leather seat and rubbed his temples wearily.
But the glint in his eyes was terrifyingly sharp, and he directly rejected Old Chen's suggestion.
"Don't go home yet. Tell the convoy to circle the Fourth Ring Road elevated highway a couple more times. I need ten minutes to set up a net."
Old Chen's expression hardened. Without asking any further questions, he immediately pressed the internal communicator to issue the order for the convoy to detour.
Lin Zhou casually tossed his travel bag onto the seat next to him. He leaned forward slightly, like a apex predator scouting its prey from the shadows.
"Uncle Chen, how's the asset inventory of Dynasty Entertainment going?"
"Young Master, Sister Hong and the legal department are working day and night. The legacy left by Dynasty is simply too large. With theater chains, copyrights, and those intricate artist contracts, Starry Sky Media has swallowed it all, but the internal cash flow is already tight and there are signs of indigestion." Old Chen reported the business situation truthfully.
"Indigestion is to be expected." Lin Zhou's lips curled into an extremely cold smile.
Old Chen was taken aback, clearly not quite grasping Lin Zhou's unconventional, reverse business thinking. "Young Master, do you mean we should remain inactive?"
Lin Zhou tapped his long fingers lightly on his knee, his tone calm yet carrying a deadly intent.
"Since the Black Bishop is hiding in the upper echelons of the capital, he must possess a vast amount of capital and a network of power that is unimaginable to ordinary people. This kind of old fox who lives in the shadows is extremely wary. If I were to use the dark web to investigate him in a high-profile manner, it would only alert him and make him hide even deeper."
"So, I'll make him obediently jump out and bite my hook."
Lin Zhou's gaze grew increasingly profound, like a bottomless ancient well.
"Spread the word. Say that Starry Sky Media is facing a severe cash flow crisis and a huge risk of defaulting on its debts due to its forced acquisition of Dynasty."
"Not only that, but Sister Hong was immediately instructed to hold an extremely high-profile press conference to announce that Starry Sky Media would join forces with the Lin family conglomerate to invest 30 billion yuan to build a world-class holographic science fiction film and television base!"
Old Chen gasped, instantly understanding Lin Zhou's intention behind this risky move.
"Young Master, are you deliberately creating an extremely fatal business flaw to lure in a bigger fish with a long-term plan?"
"That's right."
Lin Zhou leaned back in his chair, his voice cold and hard as iron, his logic extremely rigorous.
"At this critical juncture, Starry Sky Media simply cannot come up with a funding gap of 30 billion. Ordinary investment institutions and banks would absolutely not dare to take on such a hot potato."
"Only those self-righteous super-capital companies that want to take the opportunity to infiltrate Star Media will pounce on it like sharks smelling blood."
"Uncle Chen, don't forget what's in my head." Lin Zhou pointed to his temple, his eyes extremely cold.
"The Black Bishop wants the 'source code' in my head. When he sees me throw out this highly technologically suggestive bait—the holographic sci-fi base—he'll definitely think I'm trying to monetize the technology in my head. He'll absolutely not let go of this golden opportunity to openly control my core industry and even get close to me!"
Old Chen was terrified when he heard this.
This kind of crazy move, using an entire entertainment empire worth hundreds of billions as bait, is probably something only our young master would dare to do. A slight misstep, and Starry Sky Media could be torn to shreds by those real international financial giants.
But Old Chen knew even better that this was the only way to force that ghostly "Black Bishop" out from underwater.
"This old servant understands! I will immediately give the order to make this illusion of a broken funding chain flawless. As long as that old fox dares to use even a single penny of the funding chain to bite the hook, we will immediately follow the trail and raid his lair!"
Lin Zhou nodded with great satisfaction.
The murderous intent in his eyes gradually subsided, transforming into an extremely oppressive calm.
The net has been cast. The incredibly generous bait has been thrown out. Now, let's see how long these rats hiding in the gutter can endure.
The black armored convoy, like a ghostly dragon, discreetly drove out of the VIP passage of Beijing Capital International Airport.
The sky outside the car window was already fully bright. The first rays of morning sunlight shone on this bustling steel jungle, exuding a vibrant warmth.
Lin Zhou closed his eyes, greedily savoring the long-lost domestic air.
Although he had only been away for less than two days, after experiencing the extremely brutal life-or-death struggle in Las Vegas and learning the terrifying truth that his brain contained "source code," he now felt utterly exhausted, both physically and mentally.
That cold world built with blood, bones, and top-secret code is ultimately not as satisfying as a steaming bowl of tomato and egg noodles at home.
He didn't care about anything else now. All he wanted to do was fly back to West Mountain Fortress immediately and hug that silly woman and Nuonuo tightly in his arms.
"Young Master."
The driver in the front seat suddenly slammed on the brakes, and the car slowed down very smoothly.
"What's wrong?" Lin Zhou asked wearily without opening his eyes.
"It looks like someone is stopping cars outside the VIP exit." The driver looked at the road ahead, his tone revealing a clear sense of surprise and panic.
Outside this top-secret passage, there is absolutely no way that ordinary people could approach; security should have cleared everyone out long ago.
Lin Zhou frowned slightly and opened his eyes with extreme displeasure.
He followed the driver's gaze and looked across the road through the car window, which was covered with dark shatterproof film.
It's just the same.
Lin Zhou seemed to be frozen in place, instantly stiffening on the large, soft leather seat. His deep eyes, which had just been casually setting up a multi-billion dollar killing scheme, now trembled violently.
The cold wind on an early autumn morning was extremely biting, making the roadside trees rustle.
Right there on that empty curb.
Standing there was a frail, yet familiar figure, so deeply etched into his very soul.
She didn't bring any bodyguards or assistants. She stood there all alone in the cold wind, wearing a beige trench coat that was clearly a size too big, her hands gripping the hem of the coat tightly.
Her long, seaweed-like hair was extremely disheveled by the wind, occasionally brushing against her pale cheeks.
Her stunningly beautiful face was etched with undisguised weariness, and her lovely peach blossom eyes were brimming with glistening tears. She stared intently at the slowly departing convoy of black armored vehicles, as if trying to see right through the heavy windows.
"parking!"
Lin Zhou's voice was almost a shout from his throat, carrying an unprecedented loss of composure.
The bulletproof Maybach screeched to a halt on the side of the road with a brutal screech of brakes.
Before the car had even come to a complete stop, Lin Zhou had already forcefully pushed open the heavy car door. He didn't even bother to put on a warm coat; instead, he strode towards the woman shivering in the wind, his tactical boots slamming on.
Old Chen watched this scene from his car, and his eyes instantly welled up with tears.
He didn't send anyone to follow. Instead, he very tactfully pressed the intercom and gave a low, authoritative order.
"All vehicles remain in place and guard the surroundings. No one is allowed to disturb the head of the household."
In the cold wind.
Lin Zhou walked quickly to the woman.
He looked at her nose, which was red from the cold, and at the extreme despair in her eyes, which turned into ecstatic joy the moment she saw him.
Lin Zhou's heart felt as if it had been cruelly crushed by an invisible hand. He stretched out his hands, his voice hoarse beyond recognition.
"Qingge, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be waiting for me obediently in the fortress?"