Chapter 137 Two to zero
Creator Company.
Elbert watched Alvin, his laughter echoing through the office as he celebrated Gemini Music's success with their team.
A small smile touched Elbert's lips. "Alvin," he called softly.
"Boss, what's up?" Alvin's steps practically bounced with newfound confidence.
Elbert scratched his head. "Remember 'Music Master'? I also created 'Video Master.'"
Alvin's smile faltered. "Video Master? What do you mean?"
"It analyzes video content – determines quality, compliance, engagement, all that. Then it ranks and recommends videos in real-time," Elbert spoke casually. "Perfect for a platform like, say, live streaming."
Alvin's jaw dropped. "You want to do live streaming?"
Elbert nodded, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
"Let's do it!" Alvin slapped his thigh, already buzzing with excitement.
"Hold on," Elbert chuckled. "We need to update the 'Stage' first."
"Right, right! And then we celebrate!"
In Meta Platform.
Two grueling hours after the outage, Meta Platforms flickered back to life. But the damage was done.
What made things worse was a virus had infiltrated their system during the blackout. Everything was locked, demanding a password.
Cassius was devastated. The technical director, pale and sweating, couldn't crack the code.
They all knew the source of the virus, but shame kept them silent.
They couldn't admit to stealing code and getting hacked in return.
The undercover programmer's phone buzzed with a message: [Congratulations, you're officially fired from Gemini app! P.S. If you're staring at a locked computer, try 'Cassius is unethical.']
He numbly showed the message to Cassius, whose face hardened. With a resigned sigh, he gestured for the technical director to try the password.
The computer sprang to life.
"No one breathes a word of this," Cassius hissed, his voice tight with fury. "Only us four."
The technical director coughed nervously. "Sir, only my computer is unlocked. There are thousands more..."
Cassius felt faint. Every computer, plastered with that humiliating phrase?
"Get out!" he roared, kicking the desk in frustration.
But there was no other way. For the next hour, the halls of Meta Platforms echoed with the damning phrase: "Cassius is unethical."
When the dust settled, the executives huddled, staring at the devastating data. User activity had plummeted, and for a giant like Meta, it was like losing a limb.
Back in his office, Cassius ripped off his tie and slumped into his chair, defeated. His phone buzzed with a notification.
[Paul Three had updated his status.]
He hesitated, dreading the news, but morbid curiosity won.
Two updates.
The first news popped out.
[2:0! A shame defeat of Meta Platforms.]
The comments overflowed with celebration.
At this moment, he fully realized Meta Platforms Music had been utterly crushed.
Trembling, he scrolled to the second post.
[Creator Company is launching live streaming in 3 days! Streamers, get ready!]
Cassius hurled his phone across the room.
"It isn’t enough to crush my music platform? Now you are coming for my live-streaming empire?" he exclaimed.
He was trapped, backed into a corner. Jacob, his overseas investor, was on his way back, furious and ready to unleash his wrath.
Desperation clawed at Cassius, twisting his thoughts into something dark and dangerous.
'This time, it's me or Paul Three,' he thought.
He pulled out a hidden phone, one no one knew about, and dialed a number. A raspy voice answered, laced with amusement. "Mr. Greene, enjoying your little feud?"
"Tiger, shut up and listen." Cassius's voice was ice. "You said you could find anyone. For the right price."
A beat of silence, then a chilling chuckle. "You want Paul Three gone. Four million, and he's history."
"Four million?" Cassius swallowed hard.
"We're talking about clean, untraceable work. International caliber." The voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "Ever heard of the Poker Club? Top assassins, enhanced, deadly. Cyborgs, Mr. Greene."
Cassius had heard whispers of such things in elite circles but dismissed them as fantasy. But then again, if science could modify plants...
"Can they do it?" he asked, a flicker of fear battling with his desperation.
"The Nine of Spades. Lowest rank, but never fails. Paul Three won't know what hit him."
Cassius closed his eyes, his mind a maelstrom of fear and ruthless ambition.
"Four million. But he dies within three days."
"Straight to the point. I like it." The voice was almost a purr. "Consider it done. The Nine of Spades will arrive, complete the contract, and vanish. No trace, no witnesses."
Cassius ended the call, a cold dread settling in his gut. He had just made a deal with a devil. And the price was Paul Three's life.
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