The blood-stained phantom limb slowly retracted, Turing gently pressed the new terminal handed to him by Garfield:

"Bote Anderson, Chairman of the Supervisory Commission, did not find any abnormal and suspicious files in the trauma insurance project, procurement department, personnel management department and other departments and projects during the two inspections this month, resulting in huge company abnormal wealth and losses, and even the possibility of commercial spies. Secondly, use their position to delete the file of the company's senior management personnel and attempt to use the file to abnormally murder shareholders... The heads are already in front of you. May I ask the leaders of the departments mentioned above, do you have any objections to what you have done?"

The phantom limbs emerged from behind, and the bright red eyes swept across Zhang Zhang's panicked face, and finally focused on the face of the trauma insurance project manager.

"What do you want to do? This is Wilson Company, you are invading with an armed in! Where is the guard?!"

"Of course I know this is my 'home', so you don't need to emphasize it for me. The guards will not pay attention to you." Turing weighed the terminal in his hand. "The only reason why you are still alive is the company spy that may be hidden in it. Maybe you should thank him for his existence, which allows you to waste a few more minutes of sweet air..."

Seeing that something was wrong, a group of people were about to rush towards the gate. The layers of iron gates fell down instantly to block the entire conference room, and the red light was shining brightly.

Looking at Turing slowly approaching his side, the supervisor took out his pistol in panic, and his wrist bone was instantly broken, making a heart-wrenching scream:

"No...you can't kill me! Everyone here has trauma insurance! If you kill me, my trauma team will tear you to pieces..."

With a sound of bone shattering, his wrist was crushed, and he suddenly crossed half of the conference room and pulled it to Turing's feet, stepping heavily on his back:

"It's my trauma team, not yours."

After saying that, the sharp steel claws instantly crushed his spinal cord, and the splattered blood caused a scream. Garfield, who was on the side, saw Turing's red light, quickly stepped forward and grabbed him:

"Mr. Gray Fox, these people cannot be killed yet... They are all important figures in the company and control a large amount of important information..."

"It's okay, I've stolen it all into my head."

After saying that, he broke a person's head and Garfield said:

"They also control the operations and channels of some subsidiaries, if they die..."

"If they die, Wilson can reduce assets, reduce expenses and convert assets into cash flow, and gather scale to ensure more stable operations. What do you think?"

The blood-covered face armor looked back at the old senior officials, and with a mechanical nod in a daze, swept across the phantom limbs, killing the entire conference room.

Ten seconds later, the heavy iron gate was slowly pulled up with the sound of steel teeth. Turing wiped off the sticky blood from the face armor and looked back at the current safety supervisor:

"I have limited patience to ask someone to come in and deal with the body and then deal with everyone on the list I sent you. Also, find me clean clothes."

A group of people were silent and could only nod, watching Turing put his hand on the only surviving new senior executive:

"As for this person...promote him."

After saying that, he slowly left the conference room, leaving behind bloody and trembling legs.

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In one night, all personnel who endangered the interests of the company were subjected to bloody cleaning. At the very least, they would be dismissed, and their hands and feet were cut off. At the worst, they would be separated and killing chickens to scare the monkeys. Such a huge action caused panic among the people, and they were still peaceful under some comfort measures.

The next day, Garfield and the security director were meeting Turing.

"The people on the list have been cleaned up as you ask. We have found twenty-four spies from other companies and sixty-eight people who have caused major harm to the company, including some leadership personnel. The fired part has reached three digits."

"I get it, go down."

The security supervisor glanced at Turing in fear and left with heavy steps.

"According to your arrangement... the company has begun to tighten its scale, realizing assets, and is expected to dissolve 57 subsidiaries within one week. This has caused a significant decline in our market value, and it is expected to drop by ten to twenty percentage points in the next week..."

"It's okay." Turing glanced at the documents handed over by Garfield. "Now the supply of the three industrial chains is stable, just make sure that they don't have any problems. What I need now is not development, not broadening the market and business, but absolute stability."

Garfield sighed: "I understand...it's just a pity. And I'm sorry, your methods are a bit..."

"Extraordinary times, use extraordinary means." Turing leaned himself on a comfortable chair, inserted his terminal into a work projector, and raised his hand to signal Garfield, "But there is a problem at the moment. The Crohn United Group is fighting fiercely on several battlefields. Why is Miguang still trying to make a trip to us?"

The projected image shows the list of spies found, including each company, with Wushi Heavy Industry accounting for the majority, and the second proportion comes from Miguang Company.

"This matter... starts half a month ago. One of our employees is missing."

"What kind of employees will cause Miguang Company to cause us to cause trouble at this critical moment?" Turing frowned. Unexpectedly, Garfield's answer was unexpected:

"I am an intern named Turing... Everything is normal in the entry channel, and it is handled by a middle-level staff member. But the other party's identity is the son of a senior executive of Miguang Company. They once came to ask for an explanation, but Miss Kahn had already left at that time..."

Turing suddenly felt a big head.

In order to fulfill his lies, Kahn asked his true identity to be given a nameless internship position in the company. Unexpectedly, the train time difference has caused a month to pass by Yezhou. Daddy Tushan is probably very anxious and is coming to Wilson's company.

After thinking a little, Turing spoke:

"I will deal with this matter. There is also the Wu family spy I specially let go. I will deal with these troubles within two days, and then I will go to Banga to prepare a suitable identity for me."

"I understand. In addition, the spies of the Wu family were cleansed. Although their current focus is also in Bangka, it is very likely to put force on us. Although I am also worried about the situation of the lady, if you leave like this now..."

"I have a plan for this matter, and I will hand over the plan to you later."

"Yes. I hope you can go there with the laboratory. I actually have some unfinished projects here..."

"I'll take time to go there, too."

After Garfield left, Turing took off his armor and became more and more headaches.

"I can only say that the position of boss is not something that everyone is responsible for. Thank you for your hard work..."

Turing tapped Kahn's desk gently.

It was able to swallow a large number of companies within half a month and also destroyed Gene Energy in the Crohn United Group. Turing can only be said to be worthy of being a green hair, and being a bartender is really a pity.

The internal contradictions are resolved vigorously. In addition to taking time to stabilize and maintain them, Wilson's fatal risks have been ruled out. When the checks and balances against Wu's Heavy Industry are completed, he will be able to go to Bangga with confidence.

Before that, I would meet my mother as a real identity as "Turing" and ask my father to temporarily put down the pressure on Wilson's company. This is the easiest way to do it. Dad and the Bull Nest should also be in Bangga now.

As he was thinking, the door was knocked again, and Turing immediately covered his armor. A female researcher with long blonde hair carefully poked out half of her body:

"May I ask...is it Mr. Gray Fox?"

Turing frowned because the researcher's uniform on the other party was not from the carbon-transforming laboratory.

“I am Olicia Louis, a senior fellow at the Life Foundation.”

The female researcher's expression flashed. As she walked in, Turing immediately understood.

Life Foundation, a biological research organization that he picked up at the black market exhibition.

According to his arrangement at the time, the organization appeared to be included in Wilson's company, but in fact it worked in the main nest laboratory. However, the main nest had been completely emptied, and he forgot that some people were still retained within Wilson's company.

The Life Foundation that remains in Wilson Company is essentially dominated by the World Tree, which means that this woman should know their arrangements and plans for swimming fish.

He immediately stood up and said, "Speak a different place."

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Main Nest Laboratory.

"After you found out that you were back, we wanted to contact you yesterday."

This young and beautiful female researcher was respectful. It seemed that she was here at the main nest laboratory for the first time. She kept glancing around while speaking, looking shocked and curious.

"I didn't find any information about the swimming fish staying here, and there are only images of them leaving in the database. Should you know something?"

Turing asked Olicia while connecting to the World Tree.

"Actually... I don't know much about the specific situation. I just want to report it to you... Half a month ago, our facility connecting the World Tree detected some abnormalities... It produced some biological reactions and..." Olicia looked strange.

“And what?”
Chapter completed!