"According to the results captured on the screen, the legendary number of people who died this time is between four and six, and the number of magic professionals is as high as 32. Ms. Drew herself is safe and sound. Now the scene has been blocked by the FBI and the police. You can
I saw that half a minute after the incident, police vehicles had arrived, followed by the FBI's emergency security incident response team——"
"Next we will replay the video just now. Just now we were lucky enough to meet Mr. Imogen Nord. As we all know, this is not only a senior political and fighting commentator, but also served in the FBI as a C1 level agent.
Supervisor. Next, Mr. Nord will analyze and explain the situation to us."
Less than three minutes after the incident, Margaret Wildenstein, in her office on the 37th floor of the Wildenstein Building, looked at the TV playing next to her with a solemn face, until her assistant Edward Blue
Tom walked in.
"This result must be beyond everyone's expectation."
Margaret used the remote control to turn down the sound of the TV: "Edward, has the situation been confirmed?"
"It's just as you saw on TV, they didn't cheat."
Edward Bloom gave a wry smile: "Six legends, I think you also sensed it, didn't you? They were all wiped out, and what's worse is that they even captured fifteen people alive, two of whom were members of the Dragon Witch Cult death group
A wanted criminal who has been active for many years. This time, the Benedict family will have a hard time getting rid of the negative influence of public opinion."
"I know, of course I know."
Margaret frowned: "But Edward, what I want to know is the old man. Didn't his people get involved?"
"Probably not."
Edward Bloom looked coldly: "Those people we have learned so far have indeed not made any moves. Then I asked that person and he also gave a negative answer."
"In other words, this is all his own power?"
Margaret couldn't help but close her eyes: "You know? Edward, the current Andre, makes me feel terrible. We were wrong. His strength expanded much faster than I thought. It was simply an incredible expansion.
This can't go on like this, I think I have to meet my two brothers."
At this time, her office door was pushed open violently. Cleo Wildenstein, the president of Wildenstein Transportation Company, looked ashen.
"Margaret, you stupid woman, are you still planning to sit back and watch?"
There were several people following behind this person. Except for Cleo, the others were Margaret's secretaries and bodyguards. Under Margaret's attention, these people all bowed apologetically.
They all exited and closed the office door.
"I never stood idly by!"
The queen-like middle-aged lady behind the desk slowly stood up: "Clio, you don't know what I did for this? Do you think the reason why Calvin is willing to intervene is just relying on your strength? I am here
Just promise him at least one billion gold shields in assets."
Cleo Wildenstein was stunned for a moment, then regained his composure: "So now we have reached an agreement, right? We can no longer sit back and watch, even if Concili turns against us."
"That's exactly what I meant!"
Margaret Wildenstein raised her chin slightly: "We must establish a close alliance, and we need a strong enough witness and binding force. This alliance must be maintained until the moment when Consulli retires completely."
"It's very simple. I can serve as a witness to our covenant, His Majesty the Pope."
Cleo agreed without thinking: "Then now, we must have a plan to get rid of his plan."
"We can discuss this later. We are not yet sure about our nephew's situation on the Antolia continent. But I think since he is in Atlanta and has arranged such a trap for us, then he is
The strength of the fleet will definitely not be too weak."
Margaret said thoughtfully: "Clio, if he can really escape from there, then we have to re-estimate his strength."
At this moment, the assistant Edward Bloom, who was hiding next to answer the phone, raised his hand: "Madam, Mr. Wildenstein, there is a new situation now. This is bad news, but it may also be good news.
."
Several people present couldn't help but look sideways at Edward, wondering why a piece of bad news could be called good news?
"Just now, Calvin Benedick was sniped in front of a Chinese tea restaurant near the airport and died on the spot. He should be a legendary level 5 sniper, close to the demigod level."
Margaret's eyes were already filled with joy when she heard this. Her brother Cleo Wildenstein was stunned for a moment and also raised the corners of his lips.
"Calvin is dead? My poor nephew, how can this be considered good news? I think my cousin Meryl will be heartbroken."
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At the same time, in the FBI's field office building, Zoe Dollington was holding a phone in her hand, as angry as a bull.
"Rand, go to Rising Sun Media and ask them what's going on with their news today? They must stop broadcasting it."
"Shit! Of course it can't be interference with press freedom. Can't you make excuses? This affects our investigation of the case. We need evidence and the video tapes they provide. In short, no matter what method you use, I don't want to see about
Is it okay for news about this case to appear?”
Next he dialed another phone number.
"Richard, I heard that in the East District where you are responsible, there are frequent line failures, right? Yes, thieves often steal the cables."
"You should know what's going on, right? I owe you a favor this time. They have purchased an independent optical cable from Richard Communications Company? Buried it underground? Anyway, help me find a way."
While they were on the phone, a female secretary from Zoe Dollington hurried in.
"Boss, we have very bad news. Calvin Benedick was shot and killed near Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport. Detective Charlie from the homicide team has already led people there."
Zoe Dollington's eyes opened slightly in disbelief, then veins popped out on his forehead, and he punched the corner of the table with a fist: "Andre Lee Wildenstein——"
The majestic punch directly shattered the small half of the mahogany desk into powder. The hoarse roar made the female secretary tremble with fear.
Fortunately, a red phone on Dollington's desk rang. Zoe Dollington managed to suppress her anger, picked up the phone, and then a look of solemnity appeared on his face.
meaning.
"Director? No, no, no, how is that possible? How could I deliberately ignore Ms. Drew's safety? You know, I have been troubled by that wolf recently. Our Atlanta branch is under great pressure, very high.
"
The female secretary couldn't help but prick up her ears to eavesdrop, and vaguely heard the soft and majestic voice coming from the microphone.
"Are you going to use this excuse to fool me? Dollington. Without your deliberate indulgence, the people of the Dragon Witch Cult would not be able to be so presumptuous."
"Dollington, I can guess what you are thinking. It is best for the city of Atlanta to maintain its status quo, and anyone involved in changing it should disappear. Those who are in power in the old order have a deep relationship with you. And the one who is rising
Yes, he has shaken your authority. But Dollington, when you sit back and watch these conflicts happen, how can you expect the victims to die obediently without any counterattack? "