Chapter 383: The Kill

The next morning, Delon Wilterstein left the Second Wilterstein Estate in his official car at an early hour.

Seated in the rear of the 'Shield' extended sedan, he frowned deeply.

“Don't worry, Mandivine. I'm also surprised by what happened with Firefly Media. Yes, our plan has completely failed. I understand.”

“If we ultimately lose Mr. Crow Arnold, that would indeed be a pity, but what can we do? We can find a way to prop up another one. In the short term, it might affect your Ferguson Media's business and cash flow, but funding is absolutely not an issue. I'll transfer seven hundred million gold shields within ten days for your use, as an interest-free loan.”

“How about this: release all the scandals about Rising Sun Company as soon as possible. I know not many people will pay attention right now, but it can at least divert public attention and strike at our opponents, can't it?”

“We're considering ways to deal with Southern Cable TV, but that takes time. Eliminate them physically? Damn! This isn't a satellite phone. Where's your caution, Mandivine? Has a small setback made you lose your composure?”

After hanging up the call, Delon Wilterstein lay back against the seat with a gloomy expression, lost in thought. Until a phantom figure appeared beside him.

Delon glanced sideways and saw that it was Conshuri's eldest son, the president of Wilterstein Transport, his cousin Cleo Wilterstein.

“Did you know? The news about the Atlanta Board of Education is fermenting across the entire East Coast. Nanette Drew's influence is beginning to show. Today, nearly thirty percent of all media in America have reprinted this story. It has also become a spearhead for the Civic Party to attack the Conservative Party. It's expected that Comptroller Elizabeth Isolt will challenge the Board of Education and the FBI in today's agenda. The Board of Education is already indefensible, Delon.”

“I know. That woman is very aggressive; she even hung up on the Deputy Secretary of State. She has backing and doesn't care. But none of that matters—”

Delon Wilterstein's voice was cold and deep: “What I truly worry about is that there might be other fatal flashpoints hidden between Crow Arnold and Mandivine Ferguson. Otherwise, that guy wouldn't be so panicked.”

“Your concern is correct.”

Cleo nodded: “My intelligence advisor tells me they didn't just meddle in the subsidy for disabled children's education; they also interfered with the municipal charity fund for deaf-mute children. By falsifying accounts, they jointly embezzled about forty million gold shields.”

“Those two bastards! How much did they make from the Board of Education? Wasn't that enough? I really want to shoot them right now.”

Delon's face turned pale, but then he gritted his teeth: “Cleo, the Ferguson Media Group is very important. We must preserve it no matter what.”

“Then what do you plan to do?”

“Aside from using force, I can't think of any other way for now. That bastard Mandivine may be a jerk, but his judgment is right. If we can't suppress it from the start, Ferguson Group's situation will only become more passive. I think we need to deal with those in the Board of Education who should be eliminated, and act quickly on Firefly Media. If we can't directly target that woman, then destroy their broadcasting equipment and take out their editorial team. And funding—”

Delon Wilterstein thought as he spoke: “To be safe, I think seven hundred million isn't enough. Yesterday I got a rough idea of Ferguson Media Group's financial situation. It's very bad now. Besides a monthly loss of up to ninety million gold shields, they owe nearly three hundred and fifty million gold shields to various film and television companies. Mandivine's expansion is fast, but his cash flow is extremely tight.”

“Funding is no problem. The difficulty is how to keep it from that old man, so he can't find a leverage point to intervene.”

Cleo agreed readily: “I can handle this matter.”

“Then there's that lucky Andre. We still underestimated him, Cleo. This is no longer a problem we can solve alone.”

Delon frowned: “What I most want to know now is how Firefly Media fell into his hands. Why did Flag Group sell that media company to him—”

But just as he said this, he suddenly sensed something and looked out the car window. Then he saw a golden ray of light shooting from the distant sky.

Delon Wilterstein, a fifteenth-level magic-energy swordsman with keen eyesight, immediately recognized it as a bullet. Its speed, as high as eighty or even ninety Mach, made its light trail resemble a golden beam, hurtling toward the car.

It must be a legendary sniper rifle—

Before this thought fully formed in his mind, Delon's source energy instinctively surged. The defensive holy artifact on his body also activated spontaneously, forming a purple-golden light shield on Delon's side.

Just as he was about to dodge, he suddenly heard a majestic dragon roar, and Delon Wilterstein's spirit momentarily froze.

The next instant, the golden magic-pattern bullet pierced the bulletproof glass of the Shield sedan, penetrated the twenty-fourth-level 'Force Shield' triggered by the defensive holy artifact, and opened a bloody hole in his forehead.

When Delon's head exploded into fragments and blood splattered, Cleo Wilterstein, who had been projected beside him via magic, stood frozen, staring blankly at the scene and Delon's headless corpse.

A little earlier, about two kilometers away from the Shield sedan, Li Mochen did not check his result. The moment he fired, he put away his sniper rifle and immediately used a legendary teleportation scroll, leaving his chosen sniper position.

The wolf Fenrir was now a target that dozens of legendary magic-energy hunters from the Magic Tower Committee were determined to track and eliminate. He had no interest in taking the blame for that madman.

So in the following time, Li Mochen used six different escape methods in succession. Only after ensuring that no one could trace his trail did he return to the Death Home Magic Tower through a teleportation portal.

“How is it? Is he dead?”

Only then did Li Mochen have time to care about the target's fate.

“One shot, one kill, Boss. You also escaped in time. Less than five seconds after you left, the Magic Tower Committee sealed off the area.”

Lind Emers couldn't help but admire: “I have to admit, Boss, your sniping skills are nothing short of a miracle in this world.”

Anthony Braden also looked at Li Mochen with awe and admiration.

Not for the latter's sniping skills, but for the ruthless and decisive tactics he had displayed.

Li Mochen relaxed slightly: “Then inform Sampson Brut. Execute our Plan A immediately!”