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Early the next morning, Delon Wildenstein took his car and drove out of the Second Manor of Wildenstein.
This man was sitting in the back seat of the ‘Sacred Shield’ extended car, frowning tightly.
"Don't worry Mandy, I was also surprised by what happened with Firefly Media. Yes, our plan completely failed, I can understand it."
"It would be a pity if we eventually lose Mr. Cloe Arnold, but what can we do? We have ways to support another one. It may affect your business and cash flow of Ferguson Media in a short period of time, but
Funding is definitely not a problem. I will mobilize 700 million gold shields for your use within ten days, which is regarded as an interest-free loan for you."
"Let's do this. You should release all the scandals about Xuri Company as soon as possible. I know that not many people will pay attention to it now, but it can divert people's attention to some extent and attack our opponents, right?"
"We are considering ways to target the Southern Cable TV Station. This will take time. Eliminate it on the Internet? Damn it! This is not a satellite phone. Where are you cautious, Mandiwen? Did a small change make you lose control?
"
After hanging up the phone, Delon Wildenstein lay on the backrest with a gloomy face and fell into deep thought. Until an illusory figure appeared next to him.
Delong glanced sideways and found that this was Consulli's eldest son, the president of Wildenstein Transportation Company, and his cousin Cleo Wildenstein.
"Do you know? News about the Atlanta Board of Education is fermenting throughout the East Coast. Nanette Drew's influence is beginning to appear. Today, nearly 30% of the media in America reprinted this news. This has also become a citizen
Party, the spearhead of the attack on the Conservative Party. It is expected that the Comptroller, Ms. Elizabeth Iseult, will attack the Board of Education and the FBI in today's agenda. The Board of Education can no longer hold on, DeLong."
"I know that that woman is very strong. Even the deputy secretary of state's phone call was hung up by her. She has support and doesn't care. But this is nothing-"
Delon Wildenstein spoke in a cold voice: "What I'm really worried about is that there are other fatal flashpoints hidden between Chloe Arnold and Mandyvin Ferguson. Otherwise, that guy wouldn't be so panicked.
"
"You're right to be worried."
Cleo nodded: "My intelligence consultant told me that they not only interfered with the education subsidies for disabled children, but also interfered with the municipal charity fund for deaf-mute children, and jointly stole about 40 million gold shields by falsely reporting accounts.
funds."
"These two pieces of shit! How much do they make at the Board of Education? Isn't it enough? I really want to shoot them right now."
Deron's face turned pale, but then he gritted his teeth: "Clio, Ferguson Media Group is very important and needs to be protected no matter what."
"So what are you going to do?"
"Other than using force, I can't think of any other way for the time being. Although that guy Mandyvan is a bastard, his judgment is correct. If he can't suppress it at the beginning, the Ferguson Group will only become more and more passive in the future.
.I think the Board of Education needs to deal with what needs to be dealt with, and Firefly Media needs to take action as soon as possible. If you can't deal with that lady directly, then destroy their relaxation equipment and kill their editorial team. Also
Have funds——"
Deron Wildenstein said while thinking: "To be on the safe side, I think 700 million is not enough. Yesterday I got a general idea of the financial situation of Ferguson Media Group. The current situation is very bad. Except for everyone, they
In addition to monthly losses of up to 90 million gold shields, it also owes major film and television companies nearly 350 million gold shields that have not been paid. Mandivin's expansion is very fast, but his capital chain is also very tight."
"There is no problem with funds. The difficult thing is how to hide it from the old man and prevent him from finding a way to intervene."
Cleo agreed simply: "I can handle this matter."
"Then there is the lucky Andre. We still underestimated him. Cleo. This is no longer a problem that our family can solve."
Delong frowned: "What I want to know most now is how did Firefly Media fall into his hands? Why did Lieqi Group sell this media company to him -"
But when he said this, he suddenly felt something and looked out the car window. Then he saw a golden light projected from the sky in the distance.
With his keen eyesight as a fifteenth-level magic swordsman, Delon Wildenstein immediately identified that it was a bullet. Because of its speed of up to 80 or even Mach 90, its
The light and shadow were like a golden beam, bombarding the inside of the car.
That must be a legendary sniper rifle——
Before this consciousness came into his mind, Delong's energy had already started to surge instinctively. The defensive sacred weapon on his body also spontaneously protected its master at this moment, forming a purple-gold light shield on the side of Delong.
And just when he was about to make a dodge, he suddenly heard a majestic dragon roar, and Delon Wildenstein's spirit also became temporarily stagnant at this moment.
The next moment, the golden magic-patterned bullet penetrated the bulletproof glass of the Holy Shield car, penetrated the twenty-fourth level 'force field shield' caused by the defensive holy weapon, and then fired out between his eyebrows.
A bloody hole.
When Delon's head was blown to pieces and blood was spilled, Cleo Wildenstein, who was projected by magic next to him, couldn't help but froze on the spot, looking at everything in front of him blankly, and
Delon's headless body.
Earlier, Li Mochen was about two kilometers away from the Holy Shield car. Li Mochen did not look at his results. At the moment of shooting, he put away the sniper rifle in his hand, and then fired the first shot.
In no time, he used a legendary teleportation scroll and left the sniper position he selected.
The demon wolf Fenrir is now the Demon Tower Committee. Dozens of legendary level demon hunters must pursue and eliminate the target. He has no interest in blocking the gun for this madman.
So in the following time, Li Mochen used six different escape methods in succession. After ensuring that no one would follow him and detect his traces, he returned to the Death Home Magic Tower through the portal.
"How's it going? Is anyone dead?"
Only then did Li Mochen have time to care about the life and death of the target person.
"Killed with one shot, boss. You escaped in time. Less than five seconds after you left, the Magic Tower Committee sealed off the area."
Lind Ames couldn't help but admire: "I have to admit, boss, your sniping skills are simply a miracle in the world."
Anthony Braden also looked at Li Mochen with amazement.
It wasn't because of the latter's sniping skills, but because of the skills this guy showed, which was really ruthless to the extreme.
Li Mochen looked slightly relaxed: "Then please inform Sampson Brutt to implement our plan A immediately!"