That afternoon, Chen Chen and Cheng Cao boarded a plane to New York.
Five hours later, in the evening, the two of them stepped onto a narrow but bustling street in Manhattan, New York City.
This street was only five hundred meters long and only a measly eleven meters wide. There were all kinds of high-rise buildings on both sides. Even on a sunny day, there would not be any sunlight to speak of.
However, this street, which was so poorly planned, was famous throughout the entire Federation.
Chen Chen looked around and saw the headquarters of Citibank, Bank of America, the New York Stock Exchange, and so on.
This represented the financial center of North America. At the same time, Chen Chen's target for this trip — the headquarters of Paul Blanc, the chairman of the "Als Mutual Aid Association".
Paul Blanc was the founder of the Blanc Financial Group. Compared to other ancient financial groups, this was a young financial group, founded by Helen Blanc in 1922.
This financial group started as the "National Bank". During World War II, Helen Blanc and several other new-generation financial groups took control of the oldest aluminum company in North America in one fell swoop and entered the ranks of the financial oligarchs.
Through this, the Blanc Financial Group controlled the banking and industrial capital of the Pittsburgh area. In the following decades, his son, Paul Blanc, once again took control of the Gulf Oil Company, making the family one of the top financial groups.
This company also became the most important industrial pillar of the Blanc Financial Group.
After all these years of development, the Blanc Financial Group finally entered Wall Street and became the dark hand behind the scenes that controlled the financial and economy of North America.
Chen Chen's opponent this time was such a behemoth.
"In other words, the one who's trying to trip me up this time is the chairman of the" Als Mutual Aid Association ", the helmsman of the Blanc Financial Group, Paul Blanc..."
Chen Chen sat in a black car and looked at the message sent by Little X with a pensive expression.
He sat in the car and looked out the window again. On a building beside the road, there was a big "B" logo showing off, echoing the logos of other consortiums from afar.
This building was the headquarters of the Blanc Company.
"Cheng Cao, this is the person you're looking for."
Thinking of this, Chen Chen took out his phone and sent a photo of a middle-aged European and American man with slicked-back hair and a determined expression to Cheng Cao. "Sloane Blanc, he's in the general manager's office. Knock him out and bring him out. Remember not to alarm anyone."
"Understood."
After taking a look at the photo, Cheng Cao nodded expressionlessly. He then got out of the car and walked directly toward the headquarters of the Blanc Financial Group.
After a while, Cheng Cao pushed open the heavy glass door, spoke to the receptionist, and then disappeared from Chen Chen's sight.
At the same time, all the surveillance cameras in the building lost their effectiveness and turned into a continuous loop of video playback. All of this, the security guards in the building did not notice at all.
Due to the frequent need for remote monitoring, foreign surveillance systems were often connected to external networks. Therefore, Little X was able to interfere with the surveillance of the building.
With Little X's support, Cheng Cao had the GS protective suit, and a cloaking device in hand. Unless the opponent was prepared and ambushed, all defenses were useless against Cheng Cao.
Therefore, there was no need for Chen Chen to act together with Cheng Cao.
Sure enough, in less than ten minutes, the glass door of the headquarters of the Blanc Financial Group suddenly opened out of thin air, as if it had been blown open by the wind. The receptionist at the door just looked at it strangely for a few seconds, and then no longer paid attention.
Still, if one paid more attention, they would see a distorted mass of light coming out of the door and walking straight toward the car Chen Chen was in.
"Yawn!"
Chen Chen yawned and directly opened the rear door facing the direction of the Blanc Financial Group headquarters. Suddenly, a large mass of distorted light spread in.
At this point, the cloaking function completely lost its effect. The person lying in the back seat was a middle-aged European and American man, and it was the face sent by Little X.
This was Sloane Blanc, the son of Paul Blanc, the head of the Blanc family. When Paul Blanc was on the verge of retirement, Sloane Blanc had taken over ninety percent of the family's transactions. He had long been recognized as the heir of the Blanc family.
After glancing at the heir of the Blanc family, Chen Chen ignored him. Cheng Cao turned around and got into the car, driving directly toward the suburbs of New York.
It was not until Cheng Cao drove the car out of the suburbs of New York that the Blanc building gradually realized that the general manager of their company seemed to have disappeared...
The entire building gradually fell into a state of panic.
A few hours later, under Cheng Cao's driving, vast private estates gradually appeared on both sides of the road.
Here, they had entered the northern suburbs of New York City, which was also the wealthy area of New York City.
In New York City, the rich generally lived near the island of Manhattan. There were all kinds of modern high-rise mansions and high-rise buildings everywhere, forming a strong contrast with the lives of ordinary people.
However, for some of the older generation of tycoons, this kind of dense prosperity was not suitable for them, so some suburban areas for the wealthy appeared.
These residences in the suburbs of New York were mostly manors. In fact, these areas were the wealthy areas that were less well-known than New York. Only some of the truly wealthy would live here.
At this point, Chen Chen felt that it was about time, so he asked Cheng Cao to stop the car. Then, he looked at Sloane Blanc who was still unconscious in the back seat, then took out a surgical box from the car's refrigerator, then took out a large number of drugs from it.
After that, Cheng Cao turned invisible again and picked up Sloane Blanc at the same time. Chen Chen directly got out of the car, put on a cap and a mask, and walked toward the only five-star hotel nearby.
As Chen Chen pushed open the door of the hotel, the receptionist at the door quickly bowed. Chen Chen walked directly to the counter and said softly, "My name is Stephen Zhou, I've booked presidential suite number 3 here."
"Please wait a moment." The sexy female receptionist at the counter gave Chen Chen a somewhat strange look, then lowered her head to check, then confirmed, "Yes, Mr. Zhou, there's an order for you this morning. Do you need me to take you to your room?"
"No need, just tell me which floor it's on." Chen Chen shook his head.
The female receptionist nodded and handed a gold-inlaid card to Chen Chen. "Your room is on the seventh floor."
"Thank you."
Chen Chen took the card and then walked toward the elevator.
Seeing the well-dressed customer in front of her turn around and leave, the female receptionist shook her head speechlessly. Although it was not common for Chen Chen to dress up like this when he entered a hotel, it was still understandable.
Either the other party was a celebrity, or the other party was cheating behind his wife's back, or some celebrity was cheating behind his wife's back.
She had worked in this hotel for more than three years and had seen too many of these things.
However, just as she lowered her head indifferently, she suddenly felt that something was wrong. Why did there seem to be a ball of light twisting behind him?
The female receptionist subconsciously looked up again, only to see that the other party had already entered the elevator. When he saw her looking over, he immediately nodded at her.
The female receptionist quickly lowered her head. After a while, she looked again, but the elevator door was already closed.
It seemed that everything just now was just her eyes playing tricks on her?
The female receptionist muttered.
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