Capítulo 840: Chapter 363: Furious and Humiliated (Part 2)

The Chief Technology Officer was relieved to see that the General did not hold him accountable and hurriedly pledged his loyalty.

But Assad sneered coldly and said, “After this is over, throw all those responsible for tonight’s duty into the freezer to freeze into ice blocks and then feed them to the sharks in the sea! I, Assad, do not need these incompetent people!”

The Chief Technology Officer felt a chill run up his spine, frightened and gasping in shock.

Assad had his personal soldiers bring a chair, sat by the computer in the command room, watched the busy technicians, and said, “Currently, two-thirds of the island’s signal and power stations have been destroyed by the enemy. I don’t even know who the enemy is, what kind of firepower they have, or how many they are. Their fast action caught me completely off guard, indicating their long-standing premeditation. What method could they be using to monitor me?”

“It’s possible they are using spy balloons,” the Chief Technology Officer cautiously suggested after some thought.

“Only spy balloons can operate unnoticed, conduct long-term interference, and hack without being detected. Our cameras likely malfunctioned because of their sabotage, not electromagnetic and sea wind interference. Of course, electromagnetic abnormalities might have some impact, but it should be minimal.” The Chief Technology Officer dared not comment conclusively, lest it imply that they were all useless.

If the enemy had been secretly infiltrating and monitoring for so long without being noticed, the General might have no use for them in the future. Just not throwing them all into the sea to feed the sharks would be merciful!

Luckily they discovered it in time, and it hadn’t caused the most severe consequences yet, giving them a chance to recover.

Assad knew it wasn’t the time to hold people accountable since, if it were, his relatives would bear the most blame, followed by his poor personnel decisions and hiring of useless people.

For those people, he would later have his personal soldiers throw them into a meat grinder to deal with, but he couldn’t let the stain of poor personnel decisions remain on him, lest it tarnish his image as wise and mightful!

Assad immediately asked, “Is there still an opportunity to call for support from the Haitian army?”

“General, we tried contacting the military base in Haiti, but there was no response. It indicates the enemy has interfered with the entire island, and our messages can’t get out. Now, we can only rely on the remaining personnel and firepower on the island to crush the enemy.” The Chief Technology Officer quickly replied: “Even if we notify the military base, it would take time to mobilize people, and the Navy might not easily dispatch patrol boats over here.”

“Just having a few armed helicopters and patrol ships come would be enough.”

Assad was a bit irritable. “Since personnel from the military base can’t be mobilized, forget it. Although the weapons on the island aren’t advanced, they should be sufficient to deal with those pests.”

As a Haitian warlord, his private family troops were far superior to Haiti’s regular army; even the Mexican government army didn’t have many armed helicopters or decent naval equipment, let alone impoverished Haiti?

But in his hands are not just armed helicopters, but also some older model patrol boats and maritime patrol ships. The island still has several armed helicopters, hundreds of people, and both anti-ship and anti-air missiles with a range of several dozen kilometers.

Common pirate forces and illegal armed organizations are laughable compared to him. He was the uncrowned king of the Solo Island sea area!

But who would have thought, after such a long period of stability, that someone would dare to provoke him? What could possibly drive them to such boldness? There must be someone behind the scenes pulling the strings!

Even more unexpectedly, the opponent truly had some skills, rendering his proud military force ineffective right from the beginning.

On the island, as much as two-thirds of the basic infrastructure was dismantled before being put to use, almost reaching the backyard before his people discovered it.

Damn it, even the signals were blocked, leaving him without the upper hand—what use were missiles if they couldn’t be fired, and what if they backfired on his head if jammed?

Assad felt frustrated; he clearly possessed formidable firepower, yet now he could only dispatch a few helicopters for a carpet search, unable to directly lock onto the enemy’s location for a comprehensive strike.

It’s true, information and intelligence are most crucial.

“The enemy likely doesn’t possess helicopters or naval forces, at most only a few submarines and speedboats. They probably aim to take some treasures from you, but they likely haven’t found the Vault or the core command room.” The Chief Technology Officer reassured General Assad.

Assad sneered, “There’s no way they could find the location of the Vault, for not only is it well hidden, but it also lacks any modern electronic equipment. As long as I refrain from using radar and password locks, no matter how advanced their tech is, they can’t hack in or locate it.”

This was a lesson Assad learned from many bank and Island Master heists: no matter how advanced technology becomes, it will always be countered by stronger tech. But as long as I don’t use technology, you can’t counter me.