Just as Li Mochen and Angela were riding the 'Norfolk Holy Right' on the viaduct, on a tall building three kilometers away, a man in black with sunglasses was using the scope of a sniper rifle to track and observe them.
"Mr. Takumi Maeda, do you really want to give up? I feel that today is a rare opportunity. At this shooting distance, even if it's the enhanced 'Norfolk Holy Right', my gun can still penetrate the back door of the car. I can say responsibly that as long as we work together, that Andre Lee Wildenstein's death rate is more than 80%. "
"No! I don't think it's a good opportunity now, we still don't know what kind of defense he has around him. You can penetrate the 'Norfolk Holy Right', but can you penetrate the holy armor on his body? It's not impossible, isn't it? With Naessen's attention on him, it's not unreasonable for him to have a holy equipment on him. "
A cold voice was transmitted from the man in black's headset: "Yvonne, according to our current investigation, this man does have some experts under his command, he can even defeat the Cardiff Group overnight. 'Iron Thorns' Amon Bertram and 'Fantasy Heart' Delon also have an 80% chance of dying in his hands, this is an opponent worthy of our careful treatment. There may be an extremely powerful force behind him. "
"An opponent worthy of our careful treatment? Maybe. "
The man in black's lips revealed a disdainful smile: "But assassination and direct combat, these are not the same thing, Maeda! I feel that you're thinking too much. "
"There is indeed a big difference between assassination and direct combat, but the premise is that you can't alert the enemy."
Takumi Maeda responded in a tough tone: "The latest information, is that Miss Angela's side is very likely to have a legendary level power, so I suggest that you stop observing, you don't want them to be vigilant, right?"
"You don't trust my ability that much? If I want, even a legendary master will find it difficult to perceive my existence. But you two, the possibility of being discovered is higher. "
Although the man in black said so, he still moved his right eye away from the scope: "Then when can we do it? When he comes back from the Hilde Hotel? "
"Let's wait and see …"
This time, Takumi Maeda's answer was slightly helpless: "Didn't the higher-ups warn us? The premise of our actions is that we do not harm Mr. Medici's daughter, and we must not disrupt her father's cooperation with our sect. The timing isn't right either. We're within the range of the Great Devil Tower's array, you understand. "
"Understood. It will be very difficult for us to escape afterwards."
The black-clothed man laughed mockingly. "The problem is that this fellow has been hiding in that apartment for the past few days and rarely goes out. It's really not easy for us to find a suitable opportunity to act. Maeda, how long are you going to stay in Atlanta? "
"I don't think we'll have to wait long."
Takumi Maeda's tone was leisurely and full of murderous intent: "Since our cooperation, have we ever failed? No! So listen to me, Yvonne, we have to be patient hunters. "
…
In the conference hall on the fourth floor of the Hilde Hotel, celebrities and dignitaries gathered.
Li Mochen sat in a seat on the left side of the third row, listening to the speeches of several politicians in boredom. Even the Comptroller, Ms. Elisabeth Isolte, couldn't say anything useful at this time. It was nothing more than to promote the recent achievements of the Civic Party, look to the future, and then attack the political views of the opponent in the election, hoping that everyone present would be generous.
This opening fundraising speech was just a formality. The real focus was actually at the buffet afterwards. The candidates of the Civic Party would take advantage of this occasion to communicate face-to-face with the participating plutocrats, businessmen, stars, farmers, or union representatives. The clinking of glasses would determine whether these people support, as well as the strength of their support.
At this time, around Li Mochen, people constantly cast strange looks at him. Some were puzzled, 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 the upper class.
Ordinary people might be restless, but Li Mochen was still complacent and didn't care at all what others thought of him.
But a white-haired old man next to him couldn't bear it anymore. When a city councilor began to speak on the stage, the old man frowned and asked Li Mochen: "Hey! Kid, can you tell me about it? Who invited you here? "
"Ms. Isolte."
Li Mochen replied bluntly: "Is there a problem? Mr. Isaac. "
He saw the sign on the old man's chest. If he remembered correctly, this should be the large farm owner of Atlanta's suburbs, Uhtred Assock.
Due to the rapid expansion of the City of Atlanta, the assets under this person's name were also growing at an exaggerated speed. Other than that, this person also had a lot of influence among the farmers in the suburbs.
"There's no problem, but I've heard some things about you. You've been ostracized by the Wildenstein family, right? But now you can sit here. "
The old man's expression was strange. "Or am I behind the times? Nowadays, a fighting star, not even a professional fighter, actually has such a high status in the eyes of those politicians? "
"Mr. Wildenstein took over the Georgia Post and the Atlanta Daily Laborer."
The one who interrupted was a bald middle-aged man sitting on the other side of Li Mochen. "They still don't know about the news that you took over the Georgia Post and the Atlanta Daily Laborer. You've done a good job keeping it a secret. But I'm guessing that in three to five days at most, everyone who should know will know. Ms. Nannette Drew has a natural spotlight. As early as the day she arrived in Atlanta, many political elites and even the leaders of the financial groups paid attention to her. "
As he spoke, he extended his hand to Li Mochen. "Let's get to know each other. I'm Mandiwen Ferguson from the Ferguson Culture and Media Company."
Li Mochen couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. He knew this person. Carl had mentioned this person to him. Dwight Payton had personally recommended his comics to this person, but the result wasn't very good.
But since this person had expressed goodwill, Li Mochen wouldn't reject him rudely. He was actually quite grateful to this person. Without this opportunity, he wouldn't have thought about buying the Atlanta Daily Laborer, nor would he have had the chance to take over the Georgia Post.
"You should know that you've heard about me from Mr. Paton. It's a pity that we weren't able to work together."
After the two shook hands, Mandiwen Ferguson's smile became even brighter. "To be honest, it's not that I didn't think highly of the content of your comic. I thought that with Mr. Wildenstein's reputation, you could still make some money with your first book. It was worth the risk. But that's the sales strategy of our company. If we set a precedent for you, we wouldn't be able to negotiate with the other artists in the future. But I didn't expect you to directly buy Richard Publishing Company and then take over the Georgia Post that we've been eyeing for a long time. "
Li Mochen's reaction was calm. "But I guess that Mr. Motterdall never wanted to sell his shares to you from the start, right?"
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