Under the dark sky, a hazy curtain of rain enveloped the streets.
The old man in a long trench coat walked under the eaves, put away his umbrella, and shook off the raindrops on it.
Directly opposite the eaves where he stood, a huge screen attached to the building was currently broadcasting news about the mayoral election in Chenxi City.
Starting from midnight today, Chenxi City has started voting for the mayoral election. Currently, the most popular candidate is the nonpartisan Christos. He has no background and has become the most popular candidate in Chenxi City with campaign promises such as health care reform.
Looking at the high-spirited man in a suit on TV, the old man frowned slightly.
Although most of the old man's colleagues thought this was just another politician trying to make money by running for office, the old man really checked this person's resume and carefully studied the other person's behavior patterns.
If this person becomes the mayor of Chenxi City, it will not be a good thing for the consortium.
While the old man was watching the screen across the street, the door behind him slowly opened, and a young waiter walked out from behind the door and looked at the old man with a smile.
"Old sir, Mr. Yalid has been waiting for a long time."
"Um."
The old man casually handed the umbrella in his hand to the waiter, walked into the room, and hung his windbreaker and hat on the coat rack nearby.
The whole house was unusually quiet, and the dancing bonfire reflected the empty house.
This is not the same tavern as last night, but the bonfire seems to be the same.
"Mr. Flock, please sit down."
Yalid was wearing a silver silk vest and a white shirt. He took out a bottle of red wine with a simple label from the wine cabinet, opened the cork, and slowly and carefully poured the wine into the decanter.
"Why did you come to me alone?"
The old man sat calmly on the sofa and looked at Yalid who was holding a decanter.
"Mr. Flock, I said, I am Jamie's good friend," Yalid smiled,
"So I learned a lot about you from Jamie. For example, you used to rely on efficient management to turn several production lines of Nolanka Group from losses to profits, and saved the lifeline of Nolanka Group. You can be called a heroic figure.
, the management system you left behind is still running within the Nolanka Group."
"Jamie is indeed a fool."
The old man leaned on the sofa and snorted coldly.
Telling an outsider about your own family affairs without scruples can no longer be described as stupid.
"But he is your son after all, isn't he?"
Yalid placed the decanter on the bar and walked over with a smile.
He sat opposite the old man and said, "You are still here and can protect him, but what if one day you are gone? Who can protect him? He has been involved in the vortex of power and enjoyed the glory and wealth, so naturally he will not
Maybe go into seclusion and be an ordinary person..."
He didn't finish what he said, but he knew that the old man had understood what he meant.
"So you came to me today to tell me this?"
The old man looked at him calmly.
He was not angry, nor did he leave in a hurry, but looked at Yalid quietly.
Like an old but still strong fox looking at an active but weak young fox.
"It seems that you have guessed my purpose, so I will tell you straight away," Yalid smiled, and he also leaned on the sofa,
"I wonder what Mr. Flock thinks of the position of chairman of the board of directors of Nolanka Group? Only with extreme power can you protect your family."
"Sorry, I'm not interested."
Hearing what Yalid said, the old man shook his head and stood up slowly.
Yalid knew that the old fox in front of him was not easy to fool. He slowly stood up and pressed a switch on his bracelet.
A heavy door opened from the bookshelf on the side, revealing a deep, downward staircase.
"Would Mr. Flock be interested in following me in to see some 'little toys'?"
Yalid squinted his eyes and looked at the old man.
"I'm not interested in what you stole from the armory."
The old man shook his head and turned to leave.
"Maybe there's something else that interests you?"
Yalid smiled.
The old thing was spinning around without taking a single step.
"oh."
The old man looked at Yalid.
The two looked at each other and smiled.
Both of them are foxes, so they can naturally understand what the other person means.
Yalid led the old man down the stairs step by step. After passing through a deep and dark corridor, the two came to a spacious and bright basement.
People wearing uniforms without emblems were busy loading some small weapons and equipment.
"This building has actually been bought by us," Yalid introduced calmly. "We have opened up the inside of the building. When the time is right, these weapons and equipment can be raised directly from the ground to the top."
"So are you going to use these things to attack the special teams of the city defense army?"
The old man asked calmly.
This sentence points out two problems with Yalid.
First, these weapons are not strong enough, and it is almost impossible to break through the defense of the special teams of the city defense army.
Second, and a deeper problem, Yalid hinted last night that the city defense army would not care, but today the city defense army sealed off the entire city and sent people to protect He Ao. The city defense army did not turn to them, or chose to ignore it.
, but bet on both sides and play a balanced hand.
This is tantamount to questioning Yalid's ability.
This kind of doubt is the most serious, which is why the old man did not directly agree to cooperate with Yalied.
Yalid did not show its due value.
"These things alone are not enough."
Yalid smiled softly and led the old man to the end of the basement, in front of a huge metal door.
Biometric identification in Yaled opens the door.
As the door slowly opened to both sides, a huge steel frame shaft appeared in the two people's sight.
And in the middle of this shaft, stood a huge mechanical creation.
"This is?"
The old man opened his mouth slightly and stared blankly at the mechanical creation.
"If Vian dies in its hands," Yalid looked at the old man, "Mr. Flock, do you think the city defense army has any choice?"
"Why are you so determined to kill Wei An?"
The old man was silent for a moment and asked softly.
"Mr. Flock, what Wei An is doing now, and what he may do in the future, is not only related to the Nord Consortium and the Nolanka Consortium, but also to all the consortiums in the Federation, and to the fate of the entire Federation.
"
The huge and beautiful mechanical creation was reflected in the depths of Yalid's pupils, looking extremely cold. "Any prairie fire starts from a tiny spark, so we must extinguish all the sparks. No matter what, Wei An must die."
, his status is too special, and while he is alive, he will always affect other people and the stability of the entire federal order."
"This is not my opinion," Yalid turned to look at the old man beside him, "I am just an executor. What I said just now was told to me by the chairman of the group's board of directors."
"That Mr. Pierpont?" The old man paused and looked at the huge mechanical creation. "It seems that you have been planning for a long time, but this thing obviously cannot defeat the special forces before the reinforcements of the city defense army arrive. Squad defense."
"Yes," Yalid sighed, and then laughed, "but the city defense army can only protect Wei An's residence, and will not always protect Wei An."
"Vian wouldn't be stupid enough to leave his villa."
The old man said calmly.
"But what if he has to go out?" Yalid looked back from the steel shaft,
"Mr. Flock, the Kyle who killed Wei An's parents has arrived in Kaya City, and the 'Mask Man Chaos' who has caused a lot of commotion in Kaya City recently happens to be Kyle's 'adopted son' , then do you think Chaos chose this time to come to Kaya City unintentionally? What if he did something.
Mr. Flock, do you think Wei An will let his parents' murderer go free?
Although I don’t know how he survived the explosion, goddess luck never favors the same lucky man twice.”
Yalid's eyes were fixed on the old man's face, and a cold smile gradually formed on the corner of his mouth.
"This is a dead end, Mr. Flock, and Vian has no choice."
