Chapter 382: The New Gun

"Five percent?"

Darwin Wollman appeared hesitant, but his eyes were constantly observing Li Mochen.

After a moment, he smiled slightly: "You've convinced me, A-Mo. I'll do my best. However, I'd prefer this to be a private arrangement between us."

As he spoke, he glanced sidelong at Byrne Georgia. With this irrelevant person present, there were many things he couldn't say freely.

Li Mochen across from him was slightly surprised, thinking that Ms. Drew was indeed right; he had underestimated Mr. Wollman.

Since it was a private friendship, it meant the other party didn't intend to use the power of Goldman Sachs to accomplish this.

This implied that Mr. Wollman's energy and influence exceeded his imagination.

"I understand your meaning."

Li Mochen raised his glass: "To our friendship, and to a pleasant cooperation."

"Cheers! To friendship!"

The young man across also smiled and clinked glasses with Li Mochen: "But A-Mo, you must also understand, right? The funding sources for Ferguson Media Group aren't just banks. If you can't block the other sources, my efforts here will be meaningless."

"Of course!"

Li Mochen's lips curled slightly, his expression inscrutable: "Without considerable certainty, I wouldn't have placed such heavy stakes from the start."

Mr. Wollman did not stay long at the Unicorn Apartment. After the two reached an agreement, he chatted with Li Mochen about various topics for a full half hour before leaving contentedly.

At this moment, Li Mochen finally looked at Byrne Georgia beside him.

"Do you know why I called you here, Mr. Georgia?"

"I guessed some of it. It's about the Atlanta Board of Education, isn't it?"

Byrne Georgia's expression was not calm: "Call me Byrne, Mr. Wiltonstein."

"Then Byrne, are you interested now?"

Li Mochen readily changed his address: "I mean as a standing committee member, or even chairman of the Board of Education. If you agree, I will use all the power at my disposal to help you become one of them."

Byrne Georgia had already guessed this. His breathing grew heavy: "Why not? I think if you can truly achieve that, then your stance from now on will be my stance."

Compared to the still elusive and unattained city councilor position, the Board of Education offered advantages in both income and political status, and these positions were more conducive to building political prestige.

"Then to our friendship!"

Li Mochen smiled as he opened the red wine and filled Byrne Georgia's glass. The latter immediately raised his glass and gave an exceptionally firm response.

"To friendship!"

...

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Nanette Drew called again.

"I might need security protection, BOSS. Someone has already expressed clear concerns about my personal safety."

"Security protection has always been in place, and it's top-notch."

Li Mochen wasn't lying. Of the two 'construct puppets' he obtained from Anthony, one had always been near this lady.

"Nanette, I guess you're already feeling the pressure, right?"

"Of course. You don't know how many people called me tonight, even including powerful figures from the White House."

Ms. Drew chuckled lightly: "Although we're targeting only Crow Arnold, we've dragged the entire Board of Education into it. That's poking a hornet's nest."

"Then, ma'am, do you still insist? Must we take down the Ferguson Group?"

At this moment, Li Mochen was standing in the Death Home demiplane: "I guess force will inevitably be used next, and it will put you in danger. No regrets? Not afraid?"

"Why regret?"

Ms. Drew laughed heartily: "This is exactly the life I want. With the powerful force and strong financial backing in your hands, BOSS, I can say whatever I want in newspapers and on TV without restraint. From another perspective, if I dare not say what should be said, and hesitate and waver when action is needed, then what's the use of you buying a media company like Firefly Media? Media needs to dare to speak to have deterrence and attract more viewers. It kills two birds with one stone."

Li Mochen, however, was more worried than pleased, rubbing his brow in some distress. He was gradually grasping Ms. Drew's character and ambition, and foreseeing that he would inevitably have to take the blame for her, or even clean up her messes.

"Then proceed as planned. I can 100% guarantee your safety. No one will harm you during this time."

Then Li Mochen shifted his attention to a sniper rifle in his hand.

The rifle's design was very avant-garde, equipped with some high-tech components, giving it a strong sci-fi feel. But a seasoned gun enthusiast would immediately recognize that this sniper rifle was still based on the 3721 Lee-Enfield rifle.

This was the imitation Dragon's Might that Anthony Braden had promised, a light sniper rifle with 20S-class power. And the original 'Dragon's Might' that once shook the battlefield in World War I was based on the 3721 Lee-Enfield rifle.

Li Mochen examined and fiddled with it carefully, then put the scope to his eye to test it, finding that it was indeed the style of 'Light Magic Industries'. Even a replica antique rifle incorporated almost all the cutting-edge technology of the late 1980s.

"Like it?"

Anthony Braden crossed his arms, smiling confidently: "Its combat capability is not just 20S. With these auxiliary devices, it can rival a holy relic. In fact, if you hadn't insisted on the 'Dragon's Might' parts standards, what would have been delivered to you today would be a holy relic-level sniper rifle."

"I'm very satisfied. This level is enough."

As Li Mochen spoke, he disassembled the sniper rifle into parts. Then he took out a set of trigger, firing pin, and bolt.

"Dragon's Might?"

Anthony Braden's expression tightened, his eyes shocked: "These three key parts are in your hands?"

Then what about the one in Fenrir the Demon Wolf's hands?

"What do you think?"

Li Mochen reassembled the new sniper rifle.

As the rifle took shape, a pressure unique to dragons covered the demiplane, drawing the attention of Hazel and Angela, who were training in the distance.

It was as if a living dragon was roaring with its head raised.

But after a moment, as Li Mochen installed the magic silencer named 'Thunder Sleep' on the muzzle and covered it with a gun cloth, the aura of this imitation 'Dragon's Might' was suppressed.

Then Li Mochen asked Lind Emers: "You've confirmed the bullet marks and ballistic characteristics of the sniper rifle in Fenrir the Demon Wolf's hands, right?"

"If the information Jeremy got from the police station is correct, then I'm certain. I've conducted extremely precise calculations to ensure the ballistics and marks are consistent."

Lind Emers: "You can proceed with confidence, BOSS."