Chapter 422: Sniper Kill

In the Norfolk 'Crusher' armored off-road vehicle, Delores Claire watched the onboard television with a look of shock. The scenes playing on the screen left her too stunned to think clearly. Although the footage was of poor quality, showing only blurry figures in the distance, Delores Claire's upbringing as a member of a distinguished family allowed her to assess the situation.

"Are these legends?"

The enemies of the Rising Sun Group had clearly suffered a defeat, not only failing in their assassination attempt on Ms. Drew but also losing several legends in this battle.

"They are legends!"

Nanette Drew smiled, took a bottle of red wine from the small liquor cabinet beside her, poured herself a glass, and savored it.

This vehicle was sponsored by Norfolk Corporation to Li Mochen, who temporarily left it for her use after departing from America. The high-end red wines on board came from Angela Medici, who occasionally rode in this car; with her BOSS's personality, she wouldn't bother with such things.

Thus, the quality of this red wine was exceptionally high, all from the abundant vintages of prestigious wineries.

For Nanette Drew, a red wine enthusiast, this was like a mouse falling into a rice jar, bringing her immense happiness.

"You knew all along, didn't you?"

Delores Claire's pupils gradually regained focus: "You were certain that our BOSS could win this war."

"Before I prepared to establish the American Current Affairs Television Station, I naturally had to fully understand our BOSS's capabilities."

Ms. Drew smiled: "For a 24-hour news channel like this, making sharp, eye-catching reports can easily offend people."

She then glanced at her watch: "Lock, drop Miss Claire off at the next intersection. For the rest of today, you can relax and enjoy yourself; no need to contact me again."

Ms. Drew was addressing the driver of the car, while Delores Claire's eyes showed confusion.

But Nanette Drew had no intention of explaining; she simply smiled and looked out the window.

She knew who wanted to strike at the Rising Sun Company and understood Li Mochen's style. So she decided to hide herself temporarily until the battle was settled.

It shouldn't take long, just a day or two. Based on the information she had, over at the Adrian Islands, the outcome would be decided by tonight or tomorrow morning at the latest.

The Benedict family was undoubtedly a giant in Georgia, but her BOSS was equally formidable in terms of martial power.

...

"I have to say, Calvin, you were too impulsive this time."

Still in Atlanta, at a Chinese-style tea restaurant near Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport, Calvin Benedict sat opposite a man in a Saint-Danton suit. The latter was smiling bitterly.

"Whose idea was it? Cleo Widenstein? Margaret? Or Rodrio? Those relatives of yours aren't good people. Didn't you suspect they might have ulterior motives?"

"How could I not know, Uncle Duffy? That lucky bastard Andre obviously made them feel threatened."

Calvin Benedict calmly drank his coffee: "But I also got a lot of benefits from them. Don't ask how much; in short, I won't lose out. And—"

He paused, looking at the other: "The reason I decided to act against him is that I was genuinely tempted. The electronics retail market is huge, with trillions in future profits. And I don't want a strong competitor blocking my way in Atlanta, the bridgehead."

"I roughly understand your thinking. For the Benedict family, if you truly plan to enter the electronics retail market, Atlanta is indeed a must-fight battleground. If you can't even gain an advantage in Georgia, how can you compete in other American cities?"

But the suited man still wore a grim face: "The problem is that Andre Li Widenstein is no simple man. He's not someone you can easily deal with. I've studied him deeply; he's unfathomable. I think your understanding of him, Calvin, is very one-sided."

"How complicated can he be? I wouldn't act without sufficient confidence. I admit Andre does have considerable power, but he also has a very strong, even invincible enemy."

Calvin chuckled: "Uncle Duffy, I didn't ask you out to discuss whether to act against Andre; that's already a done deal. I want to know from you how to legally acquire the assets of the Rising Sun Group."

"That's very difficult."

The suited man gave a bitter smile: "Your opponent this time is not only a fighting star but also the owner of a media group, already wielding some influence in Atlanta politics."

"But a dead man's influence is limited, isn't it?"

Calvin frowned: "Uncle Duffy, you're Atlanta's top broker, with a place even in the capital Abraham and the White House. Don't tell me you can't do it?"

The suited man remained unimpressed: "But the Michel Group already holds a large stake in the Rising Sun Company. Who do you think will win after the competition? I can help you with this, but I can't guarantee the outcome."

"Of course, but Georgia is our territory. The Michel Group is undoubtedly powerful—"

As Calvin Benedict spoke, he noticed a stir among the customers at nearby tables. They all turned their heads toward the television hanging on the east wall.

Curious, Calvin glanced over as well, and his face turned grim, pale with shock.

"This is the American Current Affairs Television Station, the new 24-hour news channel recently launched by the Rising Sun Company. It's very popular among business and political circles."

The suited man also looked over, and a flicker of surprise appeared in his eyes: "Calvin, these are your people, right?"

At that moment, another man dressed as a bodyguard hurried over and whispered a few words in Calvin Benedict's ear. The latter immediately stood up: "Uncle Duffy, excuse me. I have some urgent matters to attend to."

Without waiting for the suited man's response, he strode toward the door, escorted by several bodyguards, and stepped out of the restaurant.

But at that instant, everyone in the restaurant heard a muffled 'bang.' Then Calvin Benedict's head suddenly exploded into fragments.

Immediately after, the gunfire sounded twice more, tearing apart the young man's regenerating body and his already severely wounded soul, obliterating them completely.

As blood splattered across the glass curtain wall outside the tea restaurant, the suited man named Duffy stood frozen in place. It was a long while before he managed to suppress his terror, lifting his coffee cup to his lips with a deeply bitter expression.

"These young people nowadays are truly fierce. Poor Calvin, your parents will be heartbroken—"

This was indeed excessively fierce.