life copy game.

Chapter 246 This is a dead end (seek collection, subscription, monthly ticket)

Under the dark sky, a hazy rain covered the street.

The old man in a long windbreaker walked to the eaves, put away his umbrella, and shook off the raindrops on the umbrella.

Directly opposite the eaves where he was standing, the huge screen attached to the building was currently broadcasting the news of the mayor election in Chenxi City.

Starting at midnight today, Chenxi City began to vote for the mayoral election. Currently the most popular candidate is Christos, who has no party affiliation. He has no background and has become the most popular candidate in Chenxi City with his campaign promises such as medical reform.

Looking at the high-spirited man in a suit on TV, the old man frowned slightly.

Although most of the old man's colleagues thought that this was just another politician who made money through campaigning, the old man really checked the person's resume and carefully studied the other's behavior pattern.

If this person becomes the mayor of Chenxi City, it will not be a good thing for the consortium.

While the old man was staring at the screen across the street, the door behind him slowly opened, and a young waiter walked out from behind the door, looking at the old man with a smile,

"Mister, Mr. Yaled has been waiting for a long time."

"Ah."

The old man handed the umbrella to the waiter casually, walked into the room, and hung his windbreaker and hat on the coat rack beside him.

The whole house was unusually quiet, and the beating bonfire reflected the empty house.

It wasn't the tavern from last night, but the bonfire seemed to be the same.

"Mr. Flock, please sit down."

Yaled was wearing a silver silk vest with a white shirt inside. He took out a bottle of red wine with a simple label from the wine cabinet, uncorked the cork, and slowly and carefully poured the wine into the decanter.

"What did you come to me alone?"

The old man sat calmly on the sofa, looking at Yalid who was holding a decanter.

"Mr. Flock, as I said, I am Jamie's good friend," Yaled smiled,
"So I learned a lot about you from Jamie. For example, you used to rely on efficient management to turn several production lines of the Nolanka Group into profit and keep the lifeline of the Nolanka Group. It is a heroic act." People, now the management system you left behind is still operating within the Nolanka Group."

"Jamie is really a fool."

The old man leaned on the sofa and snorted coldly.

Telling an outsider about the affairs of one's own family without any scruples can no longer be described as stupid.

"But he is your son after all, isn't he?"

Yaled put the decanter on the bar and walked over with a smile.

He sat opposite the old man, "You are still here, and you can still protect him, but what if one day you are gone? Who can protect him? He has already been involved in the vortex of power, enjoying the glory and wealth, so naturally he will not May retreat to become an ordinary person..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but he knew that the old man had understood him.

"So you came to me today because you want to tell me these things?"

The old man looked at him calmly.

He was not angry, nor did he leave in a huff, but watched Yaled quietly.

Like an old but still strong fox looking at an active but weak young fox.

"It seems that you have already guessed my purpose, so I'll just say it straight," Yaled smiled, and he also leaned on the sofa,
"I don't know Mr. Flock, what do you think of the chairmanship of the Nolanka Group's board of directors? The ultimate power can protect your family."

"Sorry, I'm not interested."

Hearing Yaled's words, the old man shook his head and got up slowly.

Knowing that the old fox in front of him was not easy to fool, Yaled got up slowly and pressed a switch on the bracelet.

A thick door opened from the bookshelf beside it, revealing a deep, downward staircase passage.

"Would Mr. Flock be interested in following me in to see some 'little toys'?"

Yalid squinted and looked at the old man.

"I'm not interested in what you stole from the armory."

The old man shook his head and turned to leave.

"Perhaps there is something else that interests you?"

Yalid laughed.

The old thing turned around without taking a step.

"Oh."

The old man stared at Yaled.

The two smiled at each other.

Both of them are foxes, so they can naturally understand each other's meaning.

Yaled led the old man down the stairs step by step. After passing through a deep and dark corridor, the two came to a spacious and bright basement.

Men in uniforms without insignia were busy loading some small arms equipment.

"This building has actually been bought by us," Yaled said calmly. "We have opened up the interior of the building. When the time is right, these weapons and equipment can be directly raised from the ground to the top."

"So are you going to use these things to attack the special squad of the City Defense Army?"

the old man asked calmly.

This sentence points to two problems with Yarid.

First, these weapons are not strong enough, and it is almost impossible to break through the defense of the special team of the city defense army.

The second is a deeper problem. Last night, Yalid hinted that the city defense army would not take care of it, but today the city defense army blocked the whole city and sent people to protect He Ao. The city defense army did not fall to them, or chose to ignore it. , but hedging the bet, playing a balanced hand.

This is equivalent to questioning Yalide's ability.

This kind of doubt is the most serious, which is why the old man did not directly agree to cooperate with Yalide.

Yalid did not show the value it should have.

"It's not enough to rely on these things alone."

Yaled smiled softly, and led the old man to the end of the basement, in front of a huge metal door.

Biometric identification by Yarid opens the door.

As the door slowly opened to both sides, a huge steel frame shaft appeared in the sight of the two.

And in the middle of this shaft, stands a huge mechanical creation.

"This is?"

The old man opened his mouth slightly, staring blankly at the mechanical creation.

"If Wei'an dies at its hands," Yaled looked at the old man, "Mr. Flock, do you think the city defense army has any choice?"

"Why are you so persistent in wanting to kill Wei An?"

The old man was silent for a while, and asked softly.

"Mr. Flock, what Wei'an is doing now and what he may do in the future is not only related to the Nord Consortium and the Nolanka Consortium, but also to all consortiums in the Federation, and to the fate of the entire Federation,"

The huge and beautiful mechanical creations are reflected in the depths of Yaled's pupils, and they look extremely cold, "Any fire that starts a prairie fire starts from a little spark, so we must extinguish all the sparks. No matter what, Wei'an must die , His status is too special, if he is alive, he will always affect other people and affect the stability of the entire federal order."

"This is not my opinion," Yaled turned to look at the old man beside him, "I am just an executor. The words just now were told to me by the chairman of the group's board of directors."

"Is that Mr. Pierpont?" The old man paused, looking at the huge mechanical creation, "It seems that you have been planning for a long time, but this thing obviously cannot defeat the special forces before the reinforcements of the city defense army arrive. Team defense."

"That's right," Yaled also sighed softly, and then laughed, "But the city defense army can only protect Wei'an's residence, not always protect Wei'an personally."

"Weian won't be so stupid as to leave his villa."

The old man said calmly.

"But what if he has to go out?" Yarid withdrew his gaze from the steel shaft,

"Mr. Flock, the Kyle who killed Vian's parents has arrived in Kaya City, and the 'Mask Man Chaos' who made a lot of noise in Kaya City recently happens to be Kyle's 'adopted son' , Then do you think that Chaos chose this time to come to Kaya City, did he do it unintentionally? If he did something.

Mr. Flock, do you think Vian will let the killers of his parents continue to go unpunished?
I don't know how he survived that explosion, but luck never favors the same lucky guy twice. "

Yaled's gaze was fixed on the old man's face, and a cold smile was drawn on the corner of his mouth.

"This is a dead end, Mr. Flock, Wei An has no choice."

　Please bookmark, subscribe, monthly pass, and recommendation. Something has happened in the past two days, and the update is not stable. I will finish my work tomorrow, and I will make up for it in two days.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)