Summit Farmer
Chapter 1700 - 1698: Being Watched

Chapter 1700: Chapter 1698: Being Watched

Peter Brown’s factory underwent changes day by day as massive amounts of material were brought in, something that did not escape the notice of many observant individuals.

The Jones Family, based in the provincial city, was in discord with the Collins Clan, with Elder Jones competing with Elder Collins for the second-highest position.

Naturally, the happenings within the Collins Clan drew the attention of the Jones Family.

At that moment, in Elder Jones’s study room, a few people were seated and discussing matters related to the Collins Clan.

Elder Jones, not very old at just fifty, sat there exuding authority without showing anger.

His gaze fell on his two sons, and Larry Jones asked, "Peter, what have you found out?"

"Dad, it’s really strange. What I’ve found out is that a man named Peter Brown has registered a company that, reportedly, sells flying cars. I’ve seen the footage they released of those flying cars, and they really are impressive. If they actually succeed, it could change the entire global transportation industry."

Larry Jones nodded slightly; he had also looked into this and had seen the promotional content. He knew more—the product had applied for global patents, indicating its actual existence.

"I’m asking about the situation with the Collins Clan."

"Dad, isn’t it strange? Everyone knows Jaxon Collins’s character—whatever he sets his sights on, he’ll use any means to obtain it. Similarly, he set his sights on Peter Brown’s product and even made a bid of a million dollars for 80% of the shares, only to be thrown out. Then, under Jaxon’s command, the Collins Clan employed some tactics against Peter Brown’s company. Although on the surface it seemed successful, scattering all Brown’s recruitment plans and leaving him unable to hire staff."

As Charlie Jones spoke, his face was full of puzzlement, continuing, "The strange part is here—later, I don’t know what happened, but I heard that George Collins, with Jaxon, went to meet Peter Brown, and the outcome was Jaxon leaving with a broken arm. Then, somehow, after Brown took some sort of action, the Collins Clan backed down. Not just backed down—they also helped Brown settle all his licensing and even bought materials worth hundreds of millions of dollars for his factory."

"Peter, what’s the deal with this Peter Brown, to be so capable?"

"That’s where I am even more puzzled. You all know his situation; the background we’ve known doesn’t have any strong backing."

Larry Jones sat there, eyes closed, lost in thought, increasingly feeling that the Collins Clan was compromised by some leverage held by Peter Brown.

As Larry considered the possibility that Brown might possess some fatal leverage over the Collins Clan, he became restless. If he could obtain those things, he might have a chance to defeat Jaxon Collins.

"What’s the current situation with Peter Brown? Has his product been released?" After thinking for a while, Larry queried.

"Dad, isn’t it odd? According to our observations, that factory hasn’t hired many people yet, and only Peter Brown’s family lives there. The villagers are paid 100 dollars daily to guard the factory, but no one is allowed inside, and what’s happening inside remains a mystery."

Is that so?

Larry felt increasingly that there was something significant behind this.

"Damian, don’t you have some friends? Ask them to take a look."

Larry could not contain his curiosity.

Thomas Jones chuckled, "There are indeed some individuals with special forces backgrounds in the security company I oversee. Once they get in, they’ll definitely make out the situation clearly. Dad, rest assured, I’ll get everything figured out."

After discussing for a while, they decided to let Thomas handle the matter.

Thomas was quick to act, sending a small team of ten people from the special forces toward Flower Creek Village.

Peter Brown was unaware that the Jones Family had also set their sights on him. With no recent moves from the Collins Clan, Brown’s progress had accelerated, and, with a steady supply of various materials delivered from all around under the AI’s command, the factory’s equipment had completely transformed. It was no longer the former equipment, but something much more precise and useful.

With the equipment in place, various manufacturing processes fully commenced.

Seeing his place becoming safer day by day, Peter himself was pleased and had even relaxed recently.

Reid Nelson and Ivy Cooper called daily to inquire about the progress. They were more anxious than Peter, but he was getting increasingly pleased. As long as his site continued to develop, he could face any crisis.

"Master, the first warrior group has finished assembling and is ready for use at any time."

The AI reported the situation to Peter immediately.

"From now on, let the first team take full charge of the entire factory." With this team of soldiers, Peter no longer had to worry about security.

Looking over, Peter saw his team of robot warriors, impressively indistinguishable from real humans.

After some thought, Peter still took a few robots and went outside.

After meeting with the village chief, Peter conveyed that he had hired security guards, and thereafter, the villagers needn’t be responsible for protection anymore.

Although aware that it meant losing an income of 100 dollars per day, everyone realized that they were no match for the security guards Peter had brought, and they had no choice but to disperse.

After handling that matter, Peter returned to the factory.

"How are the cannons set up?"

"According to the master’s plan, there are two types: one is Earth-based attack weapons, and the other is the Energy Cannon."

Peter nodded secretly, satisfied; with such weapons, a single robot could annihilate an army, which was indeed awesome.

"Produce ten groups of them and then start producing the flying cars."

After issuing the command, Peter sat there pondering his own affairs. Clearly, no matter what he invented, there were no rewards yet, only one explanation—that his factory was meant for flying cars. Without selling the flying cars, he would make no gains.

Moreover, his situation was quite clear; he needed Kindness energy, and only actions beneficial to the human species would prove useful to him.

Thinking it over, it made sense; after all his efforts, it was time to start producing the flying cars.