Chapter 396: Arms

On the way back to Atlanta City, Li Mochen shared a car with Franks.

"That little girl from the Lindens is quite something. She's very good at seizing opportunities."

Franks rolled down the window, blowing smoke rings as he spoke with displeasure: "With just one sentence, she got all the shipowners to accept her."

"If she didn't have that ability, she wouldn't have become the heir of the Linden family as a woman. She's a truly smart person, so I don't have to worry about her in the short term. As for the future, even less so."

Li Mochen wasn't too concerned about this. Would a dragon about to take flight, claiming the sky as its territory, see a little tiger by its side as a threat?

If it displeased him, he would just swallow it in one gulp.

"Andre, you're becoming more and more confident, and your boldness is growing."

Franks couldn't help but admire: "Especially just now, you were so ruthless I could hardly believe it. Old Chuck—I know him. He still has some influence at sea, with investments in at least three shipping companies. Even without the ships, his assets are over a billion gold shields. But Andre, you took him out with one shot, clean and neat."

"I knew he was helping people smuggle drugs. When my father was alive, he wanted to kick him out of the shipping company but never found evidence."

Li Mochen chuckled lightly: "You saw the situation just now. If I didn't kill someone, I couldn't control them. Chuck was suitable. This is nothing to me now, isn't it?"

"That was indeed a small trouble."

Franks spread his hands, a hint of teasing in his tone: "But Andre, do you remember a few months ago? You told me yourself that you didn't want to get involved with gangs."

"Is this getting involved with gangs now, Uncle Franks?"

Li Mochen's reaction was calm: "If I had joined the Teutonic Cross back then, I'd be labeled a gangster from then on. But now, I'm a famous fighting star and a legitimate businessman."

"You leave me speechless."

Franks shook his head with a wry smile: "But Andre, you still need to be careful about that Roddy who got away. That guy has a bad reputation and some men and guns. I don't think he'll let this go easily."

"I'm not worried about him, only about Atlanta."

Li Mochen's expression turned serious: "Franks, after I leave for the Anatolian Continent, I'll leave matters here in Atlanta to you."

"Of course!"

Franks nodded solemnly: "But Andre, haven't you already made enough preparations?"

"But I have many enemies, more than you can imagine."

Li Mochen's voice remained cold, with a hint of bitterness: "If Major General Michael Wood can't handle it, I'll need your help. I've already had Eliza prepare enough war funds to ensure the Teutonic Cross gains something from the war without any worries."

Just as Li Mochen was saying this, Chu Siguo handed him the mobile phone. It was Senator Claire.

It was good news: Mandev Ferguson had been completely ousted from the board of Ferguson Culture Media. Now, the latter wanted to end the war with him.

"Yes, Georgia Sports TV, This Week's Entertainment Weekly, and those three newspapers—these are what I must have. They're trivial to you, aren't they?"

"No! No! 300 million gold shields is too much. I can only offer 120 million. Georgia Sports TV has decent influence, with 9 million subscribers, but its debt is also high. I had it appraised—that's all it's worth. If they don't want to sell, let it rot in their hands."

"Of course, if I get these five media outlets, I'll negotiate with Mr. Darwin Wolman. How to put it? The scandal about the Education Committee is heartbreaking. If the FBI and the courts can handle it fairly, we in the media naturally have nothing to say. Senator Claire, the wrongdoers must pay, and the harmed children need sunshine."

When Li Mochen hung up, Franks couldn't help shaking his head again: "Such dirty dealings."

"But if not for me, this dirtiness would continue to exist for many more years."

At this point, Li Mochen made another call: "Sampson, Mandev Ferguson is isolated. No, we don't need to dirty our hands this time. The FBI must be watching him. We made some people in the Conservative Party suffer a small loss, and they'll want to strike back. So you know what to do? That's it—"

...

At the same time, at the dock outside Fick River Bay, FBI Anti-Smuggling and Anti-Human Trafficking Unit Special Agent in Charge Rambo Andor was using binoculars to observe the sizable dock ahead.

Especially the warehouse on the east side of the dock was the focus of his observation.

"According to the warehouse worker's intelligence, Warehouse A contains sixty large black wooden crates. Their width and height don't match standard container dimensions. They're also very heavy, about eighty tons. He suspects they contain heavy tanks. There are also ten boxes that he took a peek at. Based on his description and our sketches, we identified them as likely components of 'Iron Eagle' attack helicopters."

"Heavy tanks? And attack helicopters?"

Rambo Andor looked surprised: "Where did they get them? Nathan Military Industries doesn't produce tanks. And sixty heavy tanks—that would cost over a hundred million gold shields, right?"

Currently, the export version of the American standard heavy tank costs about three million gold shields each.

"Nearly forty percent of these arms were transported by Kadir Arms Company. Clearly, this so-called disowned son of the Wiltenstein family has a network that leaves people stunned."