Chapter 349: Untitled

"I said it's just a try. Anyway, Light Magic Industries is footing the bill. If it doesn't work, we'll go with Plan B."

The so-called Plan B was for Linde and Hazel to step in and launch a direct assault.

The former's strength was close to Legendary Level 5, and Hazel's body, under his control, could also wield power that crushed demigods.

The objective of Plan B was to rescue the people while eliminating as many witnesses as possible and erasing traces. But this was hard to achieve; the situation this time was different. The Arlington Building was already under scrutiny from all sides. Even with a legendary illusionist, it would be difficult to cover up the truth.

Thus, the so-called 'elimination of witnesses' was merely doing one's best and leaving the rest to fate—

But if things really came to that, then that Night Shadow King must be killed. Since they had already offended the mutants, there was no need to consider the consequences. The best way to reduce future trouble was to cut down the mutants' power as much as possible.

However, Li Mochen was actually quite confident in his Plan A. After all, this was a sniper operation costing 1.35 billion gold shields. Besides the battle armor and sniper rifle, Ms. Mace had also sent a large number of auxiliary equipment and spell scrolls. Coupled with his own merit aura, the chances of success were high.

Of course, the possibility of directly killing that Night Shadow King was extremely slim. But this shot of his would definitely inflict a severe blow that damaged his vitality.

This was the power of money—using immense financial resources to level the gap in strength between the two sides.

Of course, this was also due to his own foundation. There were so many legendary-level magic scrolls, and one of them, the divine spell 'Holy Purification,' even reached the twenty-ninth level 'Divine' grade. An ordinary person couldn't handle it; only someone like him, who had the strength to withstand a demon god at the Mahayana stage, could coordinate and harmonize these powerful magics so they didn't conflict with each other, resulting in only a tenth of their power being unleashed.

"If you insist, Boss, then I'll do my best. But Boss, I still have two questions I'd like to understand."

Linde was naturally not worried about their safety, nor did he think there was any possibility of failure on their side.

He knew that once his Boss got serious, he could easily defeat that Night Shadow King.

The problem was that exposing their identities would cause various issues and troubles.

But although he was now Li Mochen's retainer, he didn't yet have the self-awareness to be a loyal and outspoken minister. After reminding Li Mochen, he stopped admonishing and began to dwell on another issue: "Are you sure that Mr. Tycoon is on the east side of the fourteenth floor? If we can't find him in that position, what do we do?"

"Right, that playboy's position is very important."

Hazel also scratched her cheek: "Not saving the person isn't the most serious problem. What I'm most worried about is collateral damage. That's a twenty-ninth-level spell 'Arcane Blast,' blasting straight through the center of the fourteenth floor. Not many people in that position would survive. Are you sure it won't hurt that Anthony or the other hostages?"

One of the two scrolls Li Mochen gave her was the twenty-ninth-level 'Arcane Blast.' This was an evocation magic that instantly condensed a high-intensity energy torrent and surged forward, with a principle similar to the high-energy particle cannon envisioned by scientists.

And a twenty-ninth-level spell scroll had already reached the rank of a deity and could only be used by someone with 'divinity.'

It was estimated that this scroll, in Hazel's hands, could achieve three times the destructive power of a battleship's main gun! One shot would be enough to forcibly punch through the defense array of the Arlington Building, and even the building itself.

And to ensure absolute success, Li Mochen also planned to have her follow up in a half-dragon form, charging with the warrior skill 'Brutal Charge' to smash into the building.

Hairuo thought that once she did this, within the range of a frontal charge, even a near-legendary powerhouse would find it hard to survive.

Hairuo knew the power of using 'Barbarian Charge' with her demigod body. Previously, Li Mochen had arranged for her to use this most basic warrior skill in the dark world, and it directly collapsed a stone mountain—one that contained a large amount of diamond rock, parts of which could even resist the source force slashes of outlaws.

"How to put it? I have a special information channel, with reliability above eighty percent."

—This was actually the accuracy rate of the 'Zhou Tian Divine Mechanism Xuan Shu Lock Star Secret Art,' but Li Mochen's expression was full of confidence: "If we really can't find the person there, then we'll execute Plan B. As for whether it will cause accidental injuries, EMMM~ the probability should be less than one in three thousand, so don't worry about it."

Li Mochen thought that the fortune of that richest man shouldn't be so unlucky. But if he really was that unlucky, then there was nothing he could do.

"Second question, about the other hostages in the building."

Linde continued to ask: "BOSS, your action plan doesn't seem to leave them any room?"

"There never was any. We're not the police."

Li Mochen shook his head, thinking: Did those families pay? No. Would they earn the gratitude of the major families in Atlanta? No. There was no need for him to take on extra risk for this.

As for these hostages, the chance of them being held on the same floor as Anthony Braden was extremely slim. If it was really unfortunate, then there was nothing he could do.

Thinking of this, Li Mochen put aside all distractions: "Linde, you are responsible for contacting Ms. Mays and the two legends from inside Atlanta. If they are all in position, then start the operation in two minutes."

...

Seventeen minutes after Li Mochen carried that 'Braden's Battering Ram' and walked into the miniature demiplane temporarily opened by Linde Emers, inside the Arlington Building, Anthony Braden, who was working at his desk, suddenly looked up with a premonition.

And shortly after that, the transparent tempered glass door slid open. The black-masked man who had previously cut off Dacia's toes entered with six fully armed subordinates.

It must be noted that although these outlaws of the alien race looked no different from ordinary humans, their bodies or limbs had varying degrees of mutation.

Some had bodies covered in fish scales, others had eyes that turned into snake pupils, and one even had a left arm that had mutated into a vine-like structure.

"It looks like something's happening outside, right?"

Anthony stopped working and glanced at the closing glass door—though he couldn't see anything.

"Let me guess? It's definitely not the government. Those bureaucrats in Abraham would need at least another week of meetings to decide what to do. Nor is it the locals from Atlanta; they have hostages in your hands and haven't made up their minds yet. I know those demigods rarely get involved in such disputes. So it's related to me? NO~ That's not good news—"

At this moment, his expression was even somewhat grim.

"Congratulations, you guessed right, Mr. Braden. But no prize."

The black-masked man had already walked up to Anthony, grabbed him by the hair, and roughly lifted him up.

"You guessed they couldn't succeed, right? Your right-hand men can't get back that fast. So for now, please behave yourself, Mr. Richest Man, OK? Don't make things difficult for me."