After Beating the Game, I Became the Villain BOSS-Chapter 190 - 160: License to Kill_3

"Business?" Sikinkov was puzzled.

Su Mo smiled slightly, "That's right, business. To put it bluntly, the ultimate goal of this operation is not to defeat the Crow's Nest, not to kill a certain number of thugs, but to rescue the maximum number of hostages with the least casualties."

"In the language of business, it means—achieving the greatest return with the smallest cost."

"So, what's important is how to rescue more people. As for whether the tactics are good, whether the force is strong, whether the Crow's Nest thugs live or die, it's fundamentally unimportant to us."

This sounded sensible, and everyone nodded in agreement.

Sikinkov: "Continue."

Su Mo: "Since it's a business, naturally, it requires a businessman. Mr. Deputy Speaker, who do you think is the best at doing business in New Moon City? A merchant? No, it's not."

"In my view, the best at doing business are mercenaries. Because every minute and every second since we entered the field, we've been doing the same thing—gaining the most reward with the least effort."

"The essence of this rescue operation is the same. The more hostages that survive, the smaller the price paid, the less pressure on you, the higher my reward."

"In such a field we excel at, why don't you seek out business-savvy mercenaries instead of the Anti-Violence Fourth Section?"

Sikinkov pondered for a moment and looked at Ivan: "Based on your assessment of the site situation, if you led the Alpha Squadron into action, what would be the loss?"

Ivan looked at the holographic image, thought for a while, and said, "There would be at least a 50% casualty rate. If the thugs use hostages as shields or booby-trap them, the losses could be higher."

That shocking number left everyone disheartened.

Sikinkov couldn't help but clench his fists, and after a moment of silence, he asked Su Mo, "If you were to lead the operation, what do you think the losses would be?"

Su Mo held up three fingers.

"30%?!" The crowd exclaimed.

That's almost half! 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

A 20% reduction in casualties means over sixty more children surviving, which is over sixty elite families! The future impact is immeasurable!

Ivan shouted sternly, "Bullshit! Given the situation at the Xinghai Cinema, no matter who goes, casualties can't be less than 50%. Where does your 30% come from?!"

"Sorry, what 30%?" Su Mo had a mysterious smile on his face.

He still held up three fingers, and his next words completely shocked everyone:

"What I mean is, at most, we might lose 3 hostages."

"And I'm confident that there is a high probability that not a single hostage will die."

Previously, everyone mistakenly thought Su Mo was talking about a 30% casualty rate, plunging the room into shock.

And now he said at most 3 would die, with a high chance none would die, yet the reaction was indifferent.

The reason is simple; everyone thought he was bluffing.

With 314 hostages at the Xinghai Cinema, 28 elite Crow's Nest thugs, and treacherous terrain that was easy to defend and difficult to attack, the other side had absolute control.

A Captain of 27 years said at least half would perish, and you're an inexperienced mercenary saying none will die? Who are you kidding?

Ou Chenyu thought: Is this guy brain-dead? In this day and age, can intelligence-disabled people become mercenaries?

Zhou Hanyan thought: These newcomers are outrageous, spouting nonsense effortlessly, learning from who...

Dress thought: Old Su, what grudges do I have with you, for you to set me up like this? My reputation is ruined because of you.

Even Audiana, who knew Su Mo the earliest, thought: Youngsters these days, boasting is one thing, but you can't go overboard...

Ivan looked at Su Mo like he was an idiot and said to Sikinkov, "I request this person be expelled from the room. Talking to him feels like an insult to our intelligence."

Su Mo quickly said, "Oh? Captain Ivan is very confident. So, are you willing to make a bet with me?"

Ivan frowned, "What kind of bet?"

Su Mo: "In this rescue operation, if I keep the casualties under 3 people, you have to agree to one request of mine unconditionally in your personal capacity."

Ivan glanced at him sideways, "I don't mess around with fools."

Su Mo: "Are you afraid?"

Ivan: "Who are you calling afraid?!"

Su Mo: "So, do you bet or not? Just one word."

Ivan's face twitched, pointing at Su Mo's nose, "Kid, I won't babble with you. If you can even match me, keeping the casualty rate around 50%, I'll already think highly of you."

Su Mo calmly said, "3, just 3, remember my words."

Seeing Ivan speechless, Su Mo pressed, "So, do you bet?"

Ivan clicked his tongue and said heavily, "Bet! But if you lose, I want you to leave New Moon City forever and never return, do you dare?"

Su Mo smiled, "Why wouldn't I dare? It's settled then. Remember, if you lose, you have to agree to one request of mine, don't back out."

After speaking, he gave Ou Chenyu a meaningful glance.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

Sikinkov tapped the table again, impatiently said, "I repeat, this is a combat meeting, not your stage for performance! If you want to argue, get out!"

Ivan was so angry his head hurt, secretly regretting talking with a fool, really degrading himself.

He turned back and said, "Sorry, Mr. Deputy Speaker, let's continue discussing the plan, ignore this kid."

Sikinkov originally didn't want to pay attention to Su Mo, given that his words were so absurd, completely like a fairy tale.

But he accidentally met Su Mo's gaze and found that Su Mo's eyes were firm, clear, conveying a kind of silent strength.