"According to the results of the footage, the number of Legends who died this time is between four and six, and the number of Mana professionals is as high as 32. Ms. Drew herself is safe and sound. The scene has been cordoned off by the FBI and the police. As you can see, half a minute after the incident, the police car arrived, followed by the FBI's emergency security response team — "
"Next, we will replay the video from earlier. Just now, we were fortunate enough to invite Mr. Imogen Nord. As we all know, not only is he an experienced political and combat commentator, he also once served in the FBI as a C1 Special Agent Supervisor. Next, Mr. Nord will analyze the situation for us at the time. "
Less than three minutes after the incident, in her office on the 37th floor of the Wildenstein Building, Margaret Wildenstein looked at the TV next to her with a grave expression until her assistant, Edward Bloom, walked in.
"This result must be beyond everyone's expectations."
Margaret used the remote control to lower the volume of the TV. "Edward, has the situation been confirmed?"
"The situation is as you saw on the TV. They didn't fake it."
Edward Bloom smiled bitterly. "Six legends, I think you felt it too, didn't you? They were all wiped out. What's worse is that they even caught fifteen people alive, two of whom were members of the Dragon Witch Cult's death squad, wanted criminals who have been active for many years. This time, the Benedict family will have a hard time getting rid of the negative impact of public opinion. "
"I know, of course I know."
Margaret frowned. "But Edward, I want to know more about the old man. Did his people not get involved?"
"Probably not."
Edward Bloom's expression was cold. "The people we have so far haven't made any moves. I even asked that person, and he gave a negative answer."
"In other words, this is all his own power?"
Margaret couldn't help but close her eyes. "Did you know? Edward, Andre as he was now, was terrifying to me. We were wrong. His power is expanding much faster than I thought. It's an incredible expansion. This can't go on. I think I have to meet my two brothers. "
At this moment, the door to her office was violently pushed open. The CEO of the Wildenstein Transportation Company, Cleo Wildenstein, had an ashen expression.
"Margaret, you're such a stupid woman. Are you still going to stand by and do nothing?"
There were quite a few people following behind him. Apart from Crew, the others were Margaret's secretaries and bodyguards. Under Margaret's watchful eyes, they bowed apologetically and left the office, closing the door behind them.
"I've never stood idly by!"
Behind the desk, the middle-aged lady who looked like a queen slowly stood up. "Cleo, you don't know what I've done? Did you think that Carl Levin was willing to intervene because of your strength? I can promise him at least one billion gold duns worth of assets. "
Cleo Wildenstein stared blankly for a moment before regaining his composure. "So we've come to an agreement, right? We can't sit back and watch anymore, even if Kang Xiuli turns against us. "
"That's exactly what I'm thinking!"
Margaret Wildenstein raised her chin slightly. "We need to establish a close alliance. We need a strong witness and binding force. This alliance must be maintained until Kang Xiuli completely retires. "
"That's simple. I can invite His Highness the Pope to be our witness."
Cleo agreed without hesitation. "Then we need to come up with a plan to get rid of him."
"We can talk about this later. We're still not sure about our nephew's situation in Anatolia. But I think since he set up such a trap for us in Atlanta, his forces on the other side of the fleet must not be too weak. "
Margaret said thoughtfully, "Cleo, if he can really escape from there, then we have to reevaluate his strength."
At this moment, Edward Bloom, who had hidden to the side to answer the phone, raised his hand. "Madam, Mr. Wildenstein, there's a new situation. This is bad news, but it could also be good news. "
The few people present couldn't help but look at Edward. They didn't understand why bad news could be called good news.
"Just now, Carl Benedict was sniped in front of a Chinese tea restaurant near the airport and died on the spot. It should be a legendary level 5 sniper, close to the level of a demigod. "
Margaret's eyes lit up when she heard this. Her younger brother, Cleo Wildenstein, was stunned for a moment, and then the corners of his mouth also rose slightly.
"Carl Benedict is dead? My poor nephew, how can this be good news? I think my cousin's wife, Meryl, must be heartbroken. "
…
At the same time, in the FBI Field Department building, Zooey Dowrington was holding a phone in her hand, angry like a bull.
"Rand, go to Xuri Media and ask them what's going on with today's news. Tell them to stop the broadcast. "
"Sh * t! Of course it's not interfering with the freedom of the press. Can't you find an excuse? This affects our investigation of the case. We need evidence and the videotapes they provide. Anyway, no matter what method you use, I don't want to see this case in the news, okay? "
Next, he dialed another phone number.
"Richard, I heard that the East Side you're in charge of has frequent circuit breakdowns? Yes, there are often thieves stealing cables. "
"You should know what's going on, right? I owe you a favor this time. They've already purchased independent optical cables from Richard Communications Company? Buried underground? Anyway, help me think of a way. "
While they were on the phone, one of Zooey Dowrington's female secretaries hurried in.
"Boss, terrible news. Carl Benedict was sniped near Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport. Detective Charlie of the Homicide Team has already rushed over with his men."
Zooey Dowrington's eyes widened in disbelief. Then, the veins on his forehead bulged and he punched the corner of the table. "Andre Lee Wildenstein —"
The majestic force of the punch directly smashed a small part of the mahogany desk into powder. The hoarse roar made the secretary tremble with fear.
Fortunately, a red phone on Dowrington's desk rang. Zooey Dawrington suppressed his anger and picked up the phone. Then, a serious expression appeared on his face.
"Chief? No, no, no, how could that be? How could I deliberately ignore Ms. Drew's safety? You know, I've been troubled by that wolf recently. Our Atlanta branch is under a lot of pressure, very much. "
The female secretary pricked up her ears to eavesdrop. She could vaguely hear a soft but dignified voice coming from the phone.
"Are you going to use this excuse to fool me? Dowrington. Without your deliberate indulgence, the Dragon Witch Cult wouldn't be so presumptuous. "
"Dowrington, I can guess what you're thinking. It's best for Atlanta to remain the way it is. Anyone who tries to change it should disappear. Those upper echelons of the old order are all closely related to you. And the rising one, he shakes your authority. But Dowrington, when you sit back and watch these conflicts happen, how can you expect the victims to obediently accept their deaths and not fight back? "
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