Chapter 324 Thunderbolt

"Arrange a private jet for me; we'll return to Manhattan tomorrow morning."

At the Milan hotel, Michelle Medici said this as he walked out of the conference room where the financing negotiations had just taken place.

"Leave tomorrow? Don't you need to wait for the follow-up negotiation results?"

This was Michelle's assistant, a young man who was already bald: "It's clear, Boss, that you value this financing highly, and Sunrise Retail Company indeed has great appreciation potential."

"Ha, what's there to negotiate? My daughter has already spilled all our secrets. For the follow-up negotiations, you can take some people and stay in Atlanta to handle everything on my behalf. Try to wrap it up within half a month! Remember, my bottom line is a valuation of five billion, securing at least fifteen percent of the original shares, and voting rights must be guaranteed."

Michelle's facial muscles twitched, his face full of helplessness: "How ridiculous—that little girl Angel is a little spy, yet I still have to work hard to secure her future interests."

"If they don't end up together in the future, then fifteen percent equity would indeed be very beneficial for Angel."

The bald assistant chuckled: "You are her father, aren't you? But this Andre—"

"Let's talk about the other matter."

The hook-nosed man interjected here: "Sir, the Third Death Squad sent by the Dragon Witch Cult is likely preparing to ambush Andre's convoy at the Ishbelle Viaduct."

Michelle stopped in his tracks: "Now? After I visited Consigli and negotiated financing with Andre? They know I care about that kid, right?"

"Yes, sir!"

The hook-nosed man shrugged: "According to our observations, they've made ample preparations. That 'Dragon Skeleton Warrior' Maeda Takumi even buried thirty Explosive Flame Crystals under the viaduct. You should actually thank them—at least they didn't act when he was with your daughter. Those guys are utterly reckless."

"So during this time, no one else is supporting them?"

"No."

A sarcastic smile curled at the corner of the hook-nosed man's lips: "This is probably because the Dragon Witch Cult's intelligence network in Atlanta was completely destroyed by Andre in the battle over a month ago."

"But this is still far too arrogant."

Michelle shook his head: "Tell me the result later. I want to know how long Andre's people took to deal with them—one minute or two?"

"I'd say less than ten seconds. Based on what we've observed so far, there are as many as six 17S-level individuals, and possibly that legendary lich is nearby too, but they have no idea. And that leads to a problem."

The hook-nosed man dutifully warned: "This could easily cause the Dragon Witch Cult to misjudge and think it was our intervention."

Michelle Medici paused for a moment, then let out a scoff: "If they want to think that, I'd be happy to see it."

...

But near the Ishbelle Viaduct, Yvonne Wald's eyes gleamed with an excited, bloodthirsty look.

"Strike here? That guy is likely the marriage partner Michelle has chosen."

"Of course, this is the best opportunity. I told you I wouldn't let you down, Yvonne-san. He might be Michelle's prized son-in-law, but that has nothing to do with us, right—"

In Yvonne Wald's earpiece, Maeda Takumi's voice remained icy.

"Anyway, try to take him out with the first shot. If you can't, then blow out their wheel hubs at the predetermined explosion point."

"Understood! But Maeda, I feel like you don't have much confidence in us?"

Yvonne Wald's lips curled slightly: "So pessimistic? This gun in my hand is your Eastern Island nation's 'Yamawarawa,' a 20S-class famous firearm. Can it not even kill a seventh-rank magic swordsman?"

"As a commander, I must consider all variables. Enough, Yvonne! They are very close to the viaduct now. Focus on your target."

Takumi Maeda had lost the desire to converse: "After this operation succeeds, I'll buy you a drink."

Yvonne Wald let out a sneer, full of disdain. But at that moment, he suddenly felt his entire body stiffen; except for the blood still circulating in his veins, all other muscles and cells ceased functioning under the suppression of a powerful force.

"Legendary-level Human Body Binding?"

Realizing this, Yvonne's pupils contracted to pinpoints. He unhesitatingly forced his heart to pump, driving his blood to surge and impact every corner of his body, trying to break free from the restraint.

But before that, a figure flashed above his head.

"Goodbye, Mr. Wald! Your operation this time is hopelessly foolish—"

As the crimson-gold sword light fell, Yvonne's head was severed from his neck without any suspense. Though he was equipped with various defensive artifacts, they were utterly useless against the strike of the holy sword 'Demos.'

Following that, a powerful sword energy rampaged wildly inside Yvonne Wald's body, eventually blasting all his limbs into bloody powder, ensuring no chance of revival.

Only a few pieces of equipment on him and the earpiece remained, falling to the ground one after another.

"Yvonne, the target will enter the predetermined sniping position in five seconds—"

Dainn Stacy, standing in the pool of blood, let out a soft laugh upon hearing this: "You're out of the game now, Mr. Maeda!"

As she spoke, Dainn coldly crushed the earpiece underfoot.

At that moment, three kilometers away, Takumi Maeda, lurking under the viaduct, felt a sudden shock. Then his heart nearly stopped beating, and an extreme terror spread through his body, numbing his limbs.

If even the earpiece had fallen into someone else's hands, then his companion Yvonne Wald was already dead?

Who had done it? To complete it within a second, without any magical fluctuation? Was it Michelle interfering? That Manhattan overlord had taken a liking to this Andre? No, that was clearly the voice of Dainn Stacy, the Natural Punisher beside Andre.

While pondering, Takumi Maeda unhesitatingly reached into his bosom and grasped a teleportation scroll. But at that very moment, three bullets attacked from three different directions.

He twisted his body, trying to evade these deadly armor-piercing rounds. Yet what chilled him further was that these top-grade sniper bullets all changed trajectory at the end.

These were clearly three magic-class professionals with marksmanship above 17S!

He ultimately failed to dodge completely; a cloud of blood burst from his shoulder and chest, and the teleportation scroll he had crushed showed no response.

Anti-Magic Field!

Takumi Maeda's mind went blank. Someone had cast the legendary spell 'Anti-Magic Field' in this area, preventing any magic below legendary from being used here.

The next instant, a line of blood spurted from Takumi Maeda's brow.

A figure in a maid's outfit 'abruptly' appeared behind Takumi Maeda.

"I'm sorry, my master ordered me to kill you!"

As Takumi Maeda's body began to turn to dust and scatter, Isadora Weeks gazed with astonishment at the holy-artifact-level revolver 'Shadow Serpent's Fang' in her hand.

She had to marvel that this gun, besides its extraordinary power and the ability to fire silently at close range, could also enhance the Shadow Walker's stealth skills. Paired with that 20S-class dagger, which also boosted stealth, it was indeed a perfect combination.

But as a weapon, this thing was nothing to be happy about. As a half-elf, she was naturally peace-loving and disliked killing.