In the Tokyo office of Psychotech Industries, where the main branch was, Kurobikari was taking the reins of his company back into action.
"Re-tooling time, boys. I'm captain of this ship again, and we've got weapons to make. Anyone who's got a problem with it, you're fired. Pack your shit and leave. Going over the records of production here since my absence, whoever the fuck decided it'd be a good idea to do a 180 on my company and try to send it hurtling toward the ground by closing up some of my better offices, stand up now."
Three men dressed in black suits stood up. Each one had to at least be 40 years old. These same men were cut down with bullets to their heads that roared out from a .45 USP, one of many that was constructed for Heckler & Koch as part of the company's tool and manufacturing programs. Their bodies fell back into their respective chairs, and two men who were guarding the doors, wearing shades, would wheel the chairs out of the room. Kurobikari hated having blood in his carpets. This tactic was a very commonplace one in elite Japanese business, especially when one was as elite as this, for when it came to business Kurobikari did not fuck around. He was ruthless and, as displayed, would kill those who would dare to destroy what was his. Flay away the dead flesh and cauterize the wound so that the rest may grow without infection, the old saying went.
"Now that the riffraff are gone, does anyone else have a problem with me taking the reins back on this operation?"
To no one's surprise, no one had a thing to say.
The word soon spread to a number of factories and mills across the world that were owned by Psychotech Industries. Retool, and start making the weapons again.
Contracts that were close to being finished up were rushed to being finished and then ended. The ones that were just new were allowed to continue, if only to keep good business outside warfare. The rest that fell into the middle were continued or terminated, depending on their value and necessity.
Soon, a majority of the company's works were now re-tooled to mass produce a number of heavy weapons and soldier armaments.
With that settled, Kurobikari now moved on to getting his kingdom back, and would now make his way back to his Realm. He recalled sending them through a gateway to another part of the Realm. A permanent gateway he left open to let the people of his kingdom move to another land, where they wouldn't have to be destroyed amongst the numbers of demons that invaded the island provinces.
And now he would be on his way to those lands, to find his people, and let them know of his time of need.
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