Darkstone Code-Chapter 895 - 893: Shifts in the Military Landscape
When Lynch pushed open the door, everyone in the room stood up.
"This is one of the most famous authors on the West Coast..."
Penny’s broker had already rushed over. She didn’t fly here but had arrived on the West Coast a few days ago, waiting for news after the cruise ship incident.
Fortunately, Penny returned safely, but after coming back, she locked herself in the bathroom for a long time, seemingly not in great mental shape.
Which is understandable; being confined in a cramped space for two days, and it’s not winter now, Penny blocked the airflow, making her place hotter than elsewhere.
Not to mention, right below the ventilation was the murder scene. A corpse gradually dried out from fresh in front of her, and that terrifying scene would appear as soon as she closed her eyes.
She needed rest, a good rest.
Lynch looked at a gentleman by the sofa.
He wore a hat that artists and writers alike favored, a bit loose, atop which there was a button.
In such a gathering, wearing a hat was impolite, so the gentleman naturally took off his hat and held it.
It was evident the hat not only symbolized his identity but also hid some minor issues, like hair loss.
"Nice to meet you..." Lynch reached out and shook his hand, then turned to the others.
There was another person in the room, a young girl with a portable typewriter in front of her.
Though tagged as portable, the device weighed over a dozen pounds. With the Federation’s pace of life and work increasingly quickening, the concept of mobile office was part of people’s future outlook.
Portable typewriters were one such idea, but this product didn’t seem like a successful one and would ultimately be phased out.
Lynch greeted the young girl from afar without physical contact, which was the gentlemanly thing to do.
"I’ll recount everything that happened on the ship; you help me record, organize, and selectively do secondary creation. Any issues?" Lynch asked.
Many autobiographies from tycoons weren’t written by them or even narrated by them, but their assistants handed some events from their lives or work to commissioned writers to create.
In this process, some bizarre plots or dramatic content might be added, which is normal.
Biography is also a literary form, with subjective coloring involved in any creative work.
The renowned author nodded, glanced at the girl by the table, and asked, "Mr. Lynch, can she be listed as the second author?"
Lynch glanced at the girl again, a typical Federation middle-class girl.
Young girls and more mature women are somewhat different in image, which some struggle to distinguish; but it’s simple.
Federation young girls refer to those sophisticated middle-class girls with good appearance and manners, well-dressed according to the era’s aesthetic, considerate, attentive, and very polite - epitomes of modern women.
As for the more mature women... perhaps like a girl from a neighbor in a regular community, standing at the door early in the morning stretching lazily, heedless of any exposure.
Of course, both need to be pretty, have a good figure, with golden hair, or at least light golden.
Perhaps sensing Lynch’s confusion, the author explained, "She’s my daughter."
Lynch nodded, "No problem, I agree."
This relieved the author.
His daughter was at the most critical stage of her life, about to graduate from college.
After graduating, she had two choices: she could try writing and publishing with him or find an institution related to writing, like newspapers or magazines.
No matter what choice she made, she must have influential references and credentials.
Without these, it doesn’t mean she can’t proceed; it just means she’d need to exert more effort than others.
Two freelance writers, one who authored an autobiography for a renowned Federation figure, even as the second author, and the other who did nothing.
If both had similar performances in various aspects, who would a publisher choose?
Undoubtedly, to sell more books, they’d choose the former, with minor gossip like ’a beautiful author’s little romance with a famous individual’ enough to ignite the market.
Moreover, being Lynch, saying "I wrote an autobiography for Mr. Lynch" could suffice for a lifetime.
For requests that don’t harm his interests and help to make new friends, Lynch never refuses.
With Lynch’s approval, both the author and the girl were energized. Lynch soon began narrating the thrilling sea adventure.
Lynch was an excellent storyteller, making the tale very thrilling and captivating. Though adventure tales had gradually exited mainstream markets, it depended on who the story was about.
The stories of ordinary people, or even fictional ones, wouldn’t captivate an audience, but Lynch was different; he had a vast audience, and people would pay attention; it was a win-win.
It wasn’t until more than an hour later that everything ended. During this time, the author asked many questions and had Lynch supplement details, which would all be included as story elements in the creation.
After all the questions were over, the broker saw the father and daughter off.
Standing in the elevator, the author put his arm around his daughter’s shoulder and glanced at the new leather boots on her feet, "Do you like Mr. Lynch?"
"He’s young, handsome, wealthy, talkative, and humorous. Even I enjoy communicating with him."
The girl shook her head as if frightened, "No, I don’t like him at all."
The author’s gaze returned to the front, he touched the girl’s head as if she were a child, "Good girl..." 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎
Upstairs.
"Mr. Lynch...", the broker seemed somewhat... touched, "I don’t know how to say it, but thank you very much for taking care of Penny."
"Sometimes she’s not a well-behaved girl, I know she has some little tantrums, anyway, I want to thank you for what you’ve done."
She spoke with true feelings because, in the story Lynch described just now, Penny occupied part of the "plot."
It’s no surprise that "Lynch’s Adventure: Fury Wave" is surely going to be adapted and released, and by then Penny will undoubtedly be the protagonist, after all, the story is based on her.
With Lynch’s influence, there’s no doubt she has the qualifications to become a top star of the Federation.
Even if she’s not successful, at least her career will take a big step forward.
It seems like Lynch didn’t contribute much, yet a mere "word of help" from a big figure is something many people cannot earn in their lifetime.
Lynch waved his hand, "She also helped me a bit..."
At the same time, along the coast of Mariluo, the Beret jumped off the speedboat in a sorry state.
When they approached the waters of Mariluo, they were pursued, some were locals of Mariluo, who might have received some intel and were constantly looking for Beret and his group.
Others were pursuers from the Federation.
He knew the Federation wouldn’t let him go, and those wealthy people wouldn’t let him go, but he didn’t expect them to come so quickly!
They even used a cruiser to deal with them, and what’s even more frightening was the buzzing things in the sky constantly guiding the Federation people.
No matter if he hid, those things could still transmit messages to the ground, so he could only keep running back.
There’s nowhere to hide on the sea, only using the speed advantage of the speedboat to rush back first.
Onshore, with his feet on the ground, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
This is Mariluo, this is no longer the Federation, if the Federation people want to operate in Mariluo, they at least need the consent of the local Mariluo government.
But the puppet government of Mariluo has been out of control for many years, and doesn’t dare to meddle, even if the Federation Government has such an idea, the puppet government won’t agree.
After all, once the Federation people finish, they’ll leave, and the puppet government can’t leave. If they allow the Federation to come in to eliminate the Beret this time, will they allow them to come in to eliminate some warlords next time?
The Beret figured this out, but of course, he wouldn’t stay long on the beach.
At this moment, he was immensely grateful for Lynch’s physique, he was soaked all over, if it weren’t for the waterproof envelope, all the checks would be ruined!
At this period, ink was still water-based, and encountering water meant no way to salvage it.
The buzzing in the sky interrupted his thoughts again, he called his men and entered the thicket, watching the plane in the sky without concern as he left.
Soon, Darkstone Security’s speedboat also arrived here, the cruiser which Mariluo perceived as belonging to the Federation, was actually a "decommissioned ship" bought from the Navy by Darkstone Security.
The navy had an expansion plan, budgets were provided, so retiring some old equipment was expected.
This ship was sold to Darkstone Security for 3.8 million, it was visibly old, so old that even the naval guns were rusted onto the ship.
After the cruiser approached the shore, it dropped the speedboats, and Darkstone Security’s action team began landing operations.
On the cruiser, the senior soldier was coordinating with nearby cities.
To land a plane, a flat runway is required, and there’s no time to build one, so the best way is to borrow some wide roads, or land on open spaces in the warehouse district.
After solving the takeoff problem, he would launch a military strike against Beret’s group.
Meanwhile, he also found two professional photographers.
Lynch instructed him to coordinate the planes in the battle, plus on the sea, with the planes constantly guiding them, the senior soldier realized that the military landscape was about to change.
And the person driving this change is him!
