Lend a hand, A hostile takeover

Gain the necessary skills and certificates. Though she won't need such a certificate because she owns a territory and the university too, she is a boss of her own, but she would love to experience the life of the middle class or the poor.

Feel their pains and have ideas on how to erase their miseries.

She left the secret room and arrived at her study room with the quantum laptop manufactured by Future Technology. She will be busy for a while.

...

Hattie State.

Governor Grayson was having the most miserable time of his life. Senator Aflac was too persistent in laying hands and grabbing his territory. He can allow him to do so in his territory.

The war became heated. Other territories heard news of it. Those who knew and were aware of such games understood that a big boss was interested in Hattie territory declared indefinitely unavailable, not wanting to be the canon folders of the big boss in claiming a territory.

Such news made plenty of headlines, and those headlines found themselves in Saphila territory. Elaine's facial expressions weren't good at all. Those around her could feel the rage in her face. Especially when she read that the war began when she refused the marriage approach of a retarded Playboy.

This past few months, her military power had made a massive leap, but they had no drilling battlefield to test their might.

Now, they will have one.

She ordered the gathering of Intels from Nebula who had access to the kids and slums of Hattie's state. Those are the best at seeing the unknown and hearing the impossible. Tonight she received the final Intel after increasing all sections budgets.

It was time to witness the fruit of her spending, especially on her military and her spy network—the Nebula. She gave them the top priority to quench the hostile takeover of the Hattie territory, but not under the banner of Saphila.

She wished for Saphila's military to remain unknown. Leaving fools to delude themselves that she was building a perfect business empire for them to rule over while she was a puppet lady of such territory. Those kinds of costly mistakes at Intel always lead to a miserable party wipe.

The military received the priority order from the leader of the territory and marched out the next day. The distance to Hattie's state was massive, and the convert and stealthy approach were only possible with their new stealth transport toys. Or they would have already announced their presence to enemy parties.

Killing off the word attack incognito.

They arrived in Hattie State within eight hours, and this was made possible because of their fast military carrier donated by Future Technology when their predecessor was alive.

The battlefield.

The Hattie military was seriously losing some ground. The coalition of territories to attack a single region is no joke at all.

Yet, the Hattie military stubbornly stood their ground and still defended their territory against all odds. They all heard from their leaders that a powerful person wanted to subordinate their territory.

Cutting off any path for upgrading to the next rank. Their sovereignty is lost while they do the bidding of their new masters. Whether good or bad, they have seen subordinate territories and understood that they are nothing but mere canon folders, just like the ones attacking them.

They don't get the choice to choose not to attack a territory or to attack a territory.

...

As their mortars, artillery, and tanks, which are the crown king of ground battle, the air force supports ranges. Hattie's state keeps retreating back to their territory.

They ain't planning to bend the knees. They would rather die than become some other canon folder. This resistance was commendable, but the overlord enforcer would not make a move. The battle was between territories of the same rank.

Boom! Boom!! Booom!!~

Hold the lines~

Arrange in formations~

Tango one... Copy... Do you read me? We need artilleries support~

Incoming enemy air force spotted~

Hide inside the bunkers~

Praaahhhh! Praaahhhhh!!~

WARNING: LEVEL 2 MASSIVE HEAT SOURCE DETECTED!

The defense system is active.

Brace for impact~

Anti-missiles find hard~

Snipers take out the enemy's rocket launchers at three o'clock.

Order received! Enemies down!~

AIR THREAT NEUTRALISED!

The defense system blasted at the approaching enemy.

Where are the military paratroopers?

Medic? Medic!!

At this moment, the battlefield has become a meat-grinding region. The Nebula F-rank stealth spaceship was silently watching. It was time for the Saphila military to intervene.

Since Elaine gave them the go-ahead, the itching Saphila military went to work.

UAV online! Tactical nuke online, glided missiles online...~

A lot of bigger boys weapons were strategically aimed at the coalition armies. They were waiting for the instructions of the higher-ups before they unleashed mayhem and silently and stealthy leaves as they came.

The order finally arrived.

Fire!~

Phew! Boom! Boom!! Boom!!!~

The coalition armies were engulfed in an unsuspecting ambush, and 96 percent of them were devoured instantly.

Seeing the beautiful scene and their job completed, they activated their stealth and left. No one said a single hello. Four percent of the surviving coalition armies were shocked. The Hattie's state was shocked.

Who was the mysterious helper hired by Hattie's state? A juicy and boiling headline that will get people speaking of it for a long time.

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The study room of Grayson.

The door was kicked open, giving the poor man a good scare. He thought his territory had been taken over so quickly.

He looked up and saw that it was not the enemy general or whatever, but a pig subordinate.

"Really?! Have you now gone bananas?" Governor Grayson barked at the stupid subordinate.

"My governor, calm your anger. Your loyal one brings good tidings." The subordinate, instead of being afraid, confidently said so with a smile plastered on his face.

"We won, governor!"

"This is the early hours of a fine day, and my subordinate is already wasted by alcohol. I should consider making strict laws for alcohol consumption." He thought seriously aloud.

"No my lord, I am not under the influence of alcohol... 'Haa! Haa!' Smell me and confirm it."

"Stay away from me, you pig."

"Yes, keep such a distance and tell me the good tidings."

The subordinate stood attention and narrated the ordeals and how roughly 96 percent of the coalition armies were wiped out.

Governor Grayson ranked his brain cells, not recalling when he had such a nice friend. Was it power play from the opposition? Who doesn't wish the one behind this crazy onslaught to succeed?

Whatever games they are playing suit him a lot. He will welcome such power plays, which will allow his men a breather.

"This is great news. Since the coalition armies are wiped out, we counterattack immediately. Striking the rod when it is hot. Crippling them so they won't stand up again, or if I might get lucky, began a hostile takeover of their territory... No, I need to begin a hostile takeover. Get Zero to see me now!"

The subordinate excused himself, racing to call Zero. Since the boss wanted to start a hostile takeover, it will be great. They can't kill a lot of their brothers and go scot-free. It is not done.