Two years later.

Bangkok, Thailand.

Thanks to the Mawson Group's assistance, the whole of Bangkok has changed dramatically, with countless industries popping up here and new factories everywhere.

The most conspicuous building in the whole of Bangkok is the Mawson Group Building, which began construction two years ago, and at this time, in the top floor of the office building, Mawson is calmly listening to the report of the crowd.

In just three years, the Mosen Group has become the world's top giant multinational company.

Its tentacles extend to all walks of life, and its subsidiaries are all over the world, making it a truly rich country.

And Mawson, the boss of the group who has been hidden behind the scenes, has become an existence that cannot be ignored by the head of any country.

"The six shields around Skull Island have been built and are ready to be put into use, and with the current satellite technology, there is no possibility of detection for at least 30 years." Victor looked at the paper in his hand and debriefed.

Mawson nodded, and this was done, at least he didn't have to worry about Skull Island appearing in any country's satellite scans.

"How's the development of weapons and equipment?"

Conrad, who was sitting opposite Victor, looked at the information in his hand, "Everything is going well, and now Mowson Industries is the world's largest arms supplier, but we still left some breathing room for other competitors, and did not eat the entire market in one bite." ”

"In addition, the research on weapons for King Kong has fallen into a bottleneck, and with the current metal smelting technology, there is no way to forge sharp weapons that can be used by King Kong."

"You can try the new technology you provide, but the production capacity is completely unworking, and the cost is too high."

"In addition, King Kong is still growing, he is now nearly 35 meters!"

Mawson sighed lightly, "How's his armor made?" ”

"It's not a big problem, we use a segmented manufacturing method, and there is no steel mill in the world that can make a one-piece structure."

"The pieces of armor have been completed, and they will be assembled after they are transported to Skull Island."

"Great!" Mo Sen smiled, "To change King Kong's weapon into a long stick, you need to consider the toughness of the metal, whether to use full-body pouring or sectional welding to be determined by professionals." ”

"When the weapons are produced, they will be shipped to Skull Island together."

"There's no problem with that." Conrad smiled, "The technical difficulty is much easier than making a knife, and it should be able to be completed in a month at most." ”

"Good job, when I'm done for a while, I'll give you a long vacation, so that you can go back and spend time with your baby son." Mawson promised with a smile.

A big smile spread across Conrad's face, "Then I'll take it seriously, and I won't pay attention to whatever task you assign at that time." ”

"Brooks, how's it going on over there?" Mawson continued.

"I've scanned the part of the island and drawn a detailed road map, and the whole underground space has been very unstable lately, and it is assumed that it will not be long before the island will move up again."

Mawson frowned.

"How much longer?"

"Three to five months."

"In addition, the last time I landed on the island, Tuka also told me that his people have been attacked so frequently that they can no longer hold the blocked passage."

"He looked anxious and kept asking me when you were going to be back."

"Let him hold on a little longer, and the next time I go back, I'll solve all the problems at once."

These people here were all on Skull Island with Mawson, after a few years of experience, everyone has a lot of power, it is very different from that time, if two years ago they were still a little angry and resentful.

But after tasting the taste of power, no one will quit lightly.

"Why didn't you see Sun Lin?" At the end of the meeting, Conrad asked curiously.

"I put her in charge of the laboratory in the United States, and now the experiment has entered a critical stage, and she can't leave for a while." Mawson replied casually.

Without asking, they turned and left, and when they reached the door, Brooks suddenly remembered something, and turned and walked in front of Mawson.

"Mawson, I've got news from some other sources, the Imperial Organization has been eyeing you recently, your rise is too fast, they suspect that you have obtained some prehistoric civilization or alien technology or something, and they have launched an investigation into you."

"I've also heard that some of them seem to be still unattached to the Skull Island project, as if they're gathering information and preparing to investigate it again."

Mo Sen frowned, he didn't pay much attention to the Imperial Organization, he just planned to find an excuse to hand over the task at that time, but now the other party actually hit him with the idea.

"How much do you know about this Imperial Organization?"

"Not too much." Brooks sat across from Mawson.

"I didn't join for too long, but I knew that this organization was led by General MacArthur at the time, and it was a relatively loose organization."

"The purpose of this organization is only to study and hunt down those ancient creatures that exist on Earth, and to control them."

"So far, there have been several important incidents, mainly the USS Lawton incident in the United States, the atomic bomb incident in Hiroshima, and the smog incident in London."

"These events had a great impact at the time, but in fact they were all caused by huge ancient creatures, but the information was hidden from the public."

"And in 1954, the U.S. military dropped an atomic bomb near Bikini Island, supposedly to kill some terrible creature."

"But since then, no other progress has been made in the entire Imperial Project, and no remains of any ancient creatures have been captured, so after so many years, this plan has gradually been sealed in the dust."

"The last time we landed on the island, it was the last effort made by Bill Landa, and after three years, I thought that the imperial plan had been stranded, but I didn't expect that there were still people operating in secret."

"You're saying that the entire Imperial Project hasn't captured the remains of a single ancient creature so far?" Mawson asked suddenly.

Brooks thought for a moment and nodded.

"As far as I know, no."

"This is also the reason why the entire imperial plan has not been able to obtain financial support, after all, the technical means at that time were limited, and many problems that seemed unexplainable at the time now have new explanations."

"And after so much time, the people who have participated in the program, the old and the old, the dead, the new members, just look at the information, it is hard to believe the series of things that happened back then."

"In fact, before I landed on Skull Island, I couldn't believe Bill's monster theory......"

Brooks spoke his mind.

"Decades have passed since its inception, but the whole project has not achieved any decent results, and I am afraid that no one will be willing to inject money into this project."

Speaking of which, Brooks seemed to have figured something out, "Could it be that they are looking for you to get your support?"