Just as Li Mochen and Angela were walking on the viaduct in the Norfolk Holy Power, a man in black wearing sunglasses on a high-rise building three kilometers away was using the scope on a sniper rifle to follow him the whole way.
Watch and aim.
"Mr. Maeda Takumi, do you really want to give up the action? I feel that today is a rare opportunity. At this shooting distance, even the enhanced version of the 'Norfolk Holy Power', my gun can penetrate the back door of the car. I can
To be honest, as long as we join forces, the mortality rate of Andre Lee Wildenstein will exceed 80%."
"No! I think now is not a good opportunity. We still don't know what kind of defense force he has around him. Can you penetrate the 'Norfolk Holy Power', and can you penetrate the sacred weapon on him?
Level defensive armor? It’s not impossible, isn’t it? With the importance Nathan places on him, it’s not too much for him to have sacred-level equipment.”
In the headset of the man in black, a cold voice came through: "Yvonne, based on our current investigation, this man does have some good men under his command. He can even defeat Cardiff overnight.
Group. 'Iron Thorn' Eamonn Bertram and 'Huanxin' Delon are also 80% likely to die in his hands. This is an opponent worthy of our careful treatment. Behind him, there may be extremely powerful people hiding.
strength."
"An opponent worthy of careful treatment? Maybe."
A disdainful smile appeared on the lips of the man in black: "But assassination and frontal combat are not the same thing, Maeda! I feel that you are thinking too much."
"There is indeed a big difference between assassination and frontal combat, but the premise is that the enemy cannot be alerted."
Maeda Takumi responded in a tough tone: "The latest information is that Miss Angela may have legendary power around her, so I suggest you stop watching, you don't want them to be alert, right?
"
"You don't trust my abilities that much? If I were willing, even a legendary strongman would have a hard time sensing my existence. But you two are more likely to be discovered."
Although the man in black said this, he still took his right eye away from the scope: "Then when can we take action? Wait until he comes back from the Hilde Hotel?"
"Let's see again——"
This time Maeda Takumi's answer was a little helpless: "Wasn't there a warning from above? The premise of our action is that we cannot harm the daughter of Mr. Medici, and we must not destroy the cooperation between her father and our sect. Now is the time
It’s also very inappropriate, within the scope of the Great Demon Tower Array, you understand.”
"Understand, it will be difficult for us to escape afterwards."
The man in black smiled sarcastically: "The problem is that this guy has been hiding in that apartment in the past few days and rarely goes out. It's not easy for us to find a suitable opportunity to take action. Maeda, you are going to stay in Atlanta until
when?"
"I guess we won't have to wait too long."
Maeda Takumi's tone was leisurely but full of murderous intent: "Since our cooperation, have there been any examples of failure? No! So listen to me, Yvonne, we have to be a patient hunter."
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Celebrities and dignitaries gathered in the conference hall on the fourth floor of the Hilde Hotel.
Li Mochen was sitting in a seat on the left side of the third row, listening boredly to the speeches of the politicians above. Even the Comptroller, Ms. Elizabeth Iseult, could not say anything nutritious at this time.
It is nothing more than promoting the recent achievements of the Civic Party, looking to the future, and then attacking the political views of the electoral opponents. I hope everyone here can donate generously.
This opening fund-raising speech is just a formality. The real focus is actually the buffet reception afterwards. Candidates from the Civic Party will use this occasion to meet face to face with the plutocrats, businessmen, celebrities, farmers, or union representatives who are attending the meeting.
The interaction of communication and drinking determines whether these people support or not, as well as the strength of their support.
At this time, people around Li Mochen were constantly casting strange looks at him. Some were confused, some were puzzled, some were surprised, and some were disdainful. It was as if they were looking at a country bumpkin who suddenly broke into a banquet of noble people.
An ordinary person might be restless, but Li Mochen was still content and didn't care what others thought of him.
However, the white-haired old man next to him couldn't bear it any longer. Just when a city councilor came on stage to start his speech, the man frowned and asked Li Mochen: "Hey! Kid, can you tell me? Who are you being raped by?"
Invited?"
"Ms. Iseult."
Li Mochen answered bluntly: "Any questions? Mr. Essoke."
——He saw the sign on the old man's chest. If he remembered correctly, this should be Uhtred Essoke, a large farmer in the suburbs of Atlanta.
Due to the rapid expansion of Atlanta, the assets under his name are also growing at an exaggerated rate. In addition, he also has great influence among the farm workers in the suburbs.
"That's not a problem. However, I have heard about you. You were ostracized by the Wildenstein family, right? But you can sit here now."
The old man looked strange: "Or am I out of date? Now a fighting star, who is not even a professional player, actually has such a high status in the eyes of those politicians?"
"Mr. Wildenstein won the Georgia Post and the Atlanta Daily Laborer."
The person who interrupted was a bald middle-aged man sitting on the other side of Li Mochen: "You took the information from the Georgia Post and the Atlanta Labor Daily, and they didn't know about it yet. You did a good job of keeping it confidential.
.But I guess after three to five days at most, everyone who should know should know. Ms. Nannette Drew has a natural spotlight effect. As early as the first day she came to Atlanta, she was already attracted by many people.
Political elites and even business leaders are paying attention."
As he spoke, this person extended his hand to Li Mochen: "Let's meet Ferguson Culture Media Company, Mandivian Ferguson."
Li Mochen couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. He knew this person. Carl mentioned it to him. Dwight Payton once personally recommended his comics to this person, but the result was not very good.
However, since the other party showed kindness to him, Li Mochen would not refuse rudely. He was actually quite grateful to this person. Without this opportunity, he would not have thought about acquiring the Atlanta Labor Daily, nor would he have had the chance to acquire the Georgia Post.
.
"You should know that you heard about me from Mr. Payton. It's a pity that we could not reach a cooperation."
After the two shook hands, Mandyvin Ferguson's smile became even brighter: "To be honest, it's not that I don't like the content of your comics. I think with Mr. Wildenstein's reputation, I can still make some money from the first copy.
It's money, so it's worth the risk. But that's our company's sales strategy. If I set a precedent for you, you won't be able to talk to the artists at the comic book club in the future. But I didn't expect that you would buy Richard Publishing directly.
company, and then snatched away the Georgia Post, which we had been eyeing for a long time.”
Li Mochen's reaction was dull: "But I guess that Mr. Morte Doyle never thought of selling his shares to you from the beginning, right?"