It's okay for me to bully my wife for the sake of the young master's dignity, right?

Chapter 680 [098] Snowstorm Ambush
"Everyone in the Olive Team!"

George Kennedy raised his wine glass, the crimson liquid shimmering under the lights.

Snowflakes mixed with ice shards pounded against the rusty roof of the abandoned stadium, creating a dense, crackling sound.

The border between District 7 and District 8.

The makeshift phlogiston searchlights cast a ghastly white beam onto the central platform, where George Kennedy, the leader of the Olive Group, stood behind an acid-resistant glass podium, a few ice crystals clinging to the rose in his suit pocket.

The blond hunk's face was full of confidence, even though his slightly thin clothing made him shiver slightly in the cold wind.

"With President Alexander's accident, the Nian Association is facing a huge crisis, which can be described as adding insult to injury!"

George finally used an idiom correctly this time.

The members of the olive team, a sea of ​​black below the stage, were wrapped in waterproof cloths, their breath swirling in the cold wind.

The "Double Grid Team" assisted George in maintaining order.

Deputy team leader Glenn Ironfist always exuded an imposing aura, with a scar running diagonally from his left eyebrow to his right jaw, and his combat uniform stained with enemy blood and slightly burnt marks.

The bodyguard, Hogg the Rhino, stood like a small, gray-brown mountain behind the podium, his heavy breathing condensing into white mist in the low temperature.

George straightened his back even more in the wind and snow.

"President Alexander's dying wish was for me to succeed him as president, but Rosenberg of the Skull Group actually forged the video, coveting the position of president of the Nian Society!"

"Acid rain and snowstorms have been going on for months, and the ecology of the western city is deteriorating day by day. The Rosenberg family, disregarding the bigger picture, is fighting for power and profit—it's like providing charcoal in snowy weather!"

A slight, confused murmur arose from the audience. Glenn Ironfist scratched the scar on his face and growled, "Boss, that doesn't seem to be the correct way to use that word..."

George ignored him completely, giving him an expression that said, "Nobody knows as much as I do."

"Faced with natural disasters and man-made calamities, the Olive Group must unite as one, even unbelievably, to deal with the threats of acid rain, snowstorms, and Rosenberg!"

At this point, George finished his glass of red wine and then smashed it on the ground.

"This toast is to Chairman Alexander! Let us be filled with optimism and drink poison together to quench our thirst!"

The frequent misuse of idioms caused some people in the audience to murmur among themselves. A bolder man from Furui shouted, "Acid rain and snowstorms aren't natural disasters; they're caused by the company deliberately reducing the protection range of the Bright Sky Canopy! Right now, only the inner city is unaffected by acid rain and snowstorms!"

“That’s right,” someone responded. “All those corporate dogs are hiding in the warm inner city, watching us die like cockroaches in the outer city!”

Hogg the rhinoceros glared angrily at the questioner, but his furious gaze was thwarted by the rhinoceros horn.

Glenn Ironfist roared, "Silence! Let the Chairman finish speaking!"

Glenn has clearly accepted that George is the true leader of the Nean Society.

A dull thud came from a corner of the stadium as concrete crumbled, and an unlucky team member was hit on the head, which George considered "a divine punishment."

George's lips curled into a forced, benevolent smile.

"Although being the president requires strictness, I still understand compassion—this time, I've called everyone here, including a general mobilization for voluntary labor, but once the work is completed, the vast space on the lower level of the gymnasium can be transformed into centrally heated dormitories for members. We're confident that we can rely on central heating and make full use of the limited coal reserves to get through this winter..."

"The Night Dragon Society is determined to build the Eco Tower, expending enormous energy and making enemies of the company. The company already has murderous intentions towards the Night Dragon Society. We just need to be careful and observe the situation. I believe that with my connections in the inner city, it won't be difficult to obtain some assistance from the various families and even the company. Everyone must have confidence!"

A few scattered cheers rose from the crowd, but were quickly swallowed up by the wind and snow.

George had Glenn bring over a recording device, which he then operated with elegance to unfold a huge holographic map that the audience could also see.

"My plan is..."

Suddenly, a supersonic armor-piercing bullet pierced through the snow and struck George Kennedy squarely between the eyebrows!
Two kilometers away, atop an old signal tower, Sergeant Mu Yue crouched on a steel beam, her optical camouflage suit concealing her presence before firing.

With a high-performance sniper rifle held in front of him, the wind, snow, and the hustle and bustle of the world collapsed into nothingness in the crosshairs, leaving only that distant target.

The warm breath exhaled from my lips frosted on the scope, and the cold made my fingers stiff, so I had to move them away and put them inside my collar to warm them up with my body heat before putting them back in place.

To reduce the chances of being detected by the enemy, Mu Yue carried no heat source whatsoever. The high body temperature of the Furei people helped her.

For sniper missions, blizzards are a "devastating disadvantage." Dense snowflakes create a "visual noise wall," severely hindering snipers from identifying and aiming at targets.

Let alone 2 kilometers, ordinary people may not even be able to see clearly a few hundred meters away.

This is why the old signal tower where Mu Yue was located escaped security checks.

After drinking the only bottle of lemonade he carried with him, the sugar entered his bloodstream, causing the prosthetic right eye's "super vision" to start working at high speed.

Observe the angle and speed of the falling snowflakes to calculate wind speed, and use the touch of the tip of your nose to help measure temperature and humidity. Muyue makes a final fine-tuning of the scope's mil-dots.

The wind is still, the snow is frozen.

Gently press with your fingertips, and your breathing will stop.

The firing pin kisses the primer.

A muffled thunderclap exploded on her shoulder, the gun recoiled steadily, and the beautiful body beneath the cloak trembled. The bullet left the barrel, its spiral piercing the wind and snow, heading towards a predetermined death.

Two kilometers away, George collapsed, blood gushing from between his eyebrows as the overwhelming destructive power of the armor-piercing round tore his entire head to pieces.

The rose on the lapel of the suit jacket was part of the grand event.

The venue immediately descended into chaos. Mu Yue had no time to observe further. She quickly disassembled her sniper rifle into portable parts, then changed the optical camouflage of her invisibility cloak, performing several quick jumps to gracefully descend from the signal tower back to the ground. Her catgirl tail allowed her to maintain excellent balance.

Optical camouflage creates an appearance identical to that of the "Funny Ghost," including a mask, a long trench coat to protect against acid rain, and tall boots.

That way, there should be eyewitnesses who saw "The Clownish Ghost" jump down from the signal tower, and they'll blame the sniper assassination on him.

As Mu Yue crawled into the pre-selected spider web tunnel, she covered her cat ears with both hands to warm them up—the skin there was thin and easily frostbitten.

There was no joy in "completing the task," but rather a sense of helplessness and melancholy.

George, who sold illegal drugs, might deserve a bullet, but executing him without trial is against the sheriff's style.

"There's no way around it, Huan Shi City isn't a rational society. In order to fight against the company, I should have abandoned my obsession with pursuing rationality in everything long ago..."

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That evening, on the top floor of the newly renovated gambling ship "Dragon Palace," Qin Jiandan and Rosenberg enjoyed drinks together.

"Young Master Qin, you did a great job, you did a great job!"

The tall, thin leader of the Skull Group, Rosenberg, with high cheekbones, wore a dark military uniform with silver epaulettes featuring a skull holding a rose on his collar.

Even now, he still hadn't removed his spotless white gloves. The copy of the "Purification Codex," wrapped in human skin and always tucked under his arm, had been handed over to a member of the guard for safekeeping.

"With George eliminated, my biggest rival, Nian will soon be completely under my control!"

Rosenberg, whose mouth usually droops naturally and who exudes an air of judgely pressure, was smiling like a completely different person at this moment.

On the one hand, it was out of joy at the prospect of seizing absolute power; on the other hand, Zhu Shengzhi, who was present, was also adept at flattery and creating a lively atmosphere.

Zhu Shengzhi contributed the most funds to the purchase and renovation of the Dragon Palace Ferry. It's only natural that he would be invited to accompany the guests for drinks on such an occasion.

Zhu Shengzhi held the bottle of fine red wine in both hands, fawningly pouring wine for Rosenberg while his two small yellow eyes darted around, and the six ordination scars on his bald head looked like dice bouncing on a gambling ship.

"Mr. Rosenberg, no, Chairman Rosenberg! Today, I'm hosting a dinner. The long-standing conflict between the Nean Society and the Night Dragon Society is finally coming to an end. From now on, we'll fight against the company together and make money together!"

Qin Jiandan didn't like drinking red wine. He sipped his half-glass of beer while feigning agreement with Rosenberg and Zhu Shengzhi.

Zhu Shengzhi's clothes, a mix of Tang suit and Western style, were always unbearably tacky, with many pure gold sequins on his chest reflecting the dazzling lights.

Qin Jiandan understood that Zhu Shengzhi's so-called "fighting against the company together" was a pretense; his real purpose was to "make money together."

Slightly tipsy, Rosenberg mistakenly thought the first half of the sentence was the key point.

He looked out at the night view of the canal from the gambling ship, where snowflakes were falling and coating the riverbank with a layer of silver.

"The company is... the source of impurity! It's a parasite sucking blood from the entire Huan Shi City! The company will enslave us for generations to come; every vein and every cell in their bodies is utterly wicked... I will turn all the company's top executives into soap!"

Hearing this, Zhu Shengzhi hesitated to reply. If possible, this guy would even do business with the company.

Qin Jiandan gave Rosenberg a thumbs up, giving him ample emotional value.

"Old Luo, even though we used to be enemies, the fact that you dared to go against the company makes you special!"

Rosenberg took a big gulp of the red wine in his glass, and his usually pale face flushed slightly.

He quickly stood up, raised his right hand, and shouted, "Hey, Xi!"

This action startled Zhu Shengzhi. Qin Jiandan thought to herself, "Rosenberg's really not even bothering to act anymore..."

A tipsy Rosenberg continued his tirade against the company: "Since the beginning of Earth's history, these filthy creatures have been the germs that poison all of humanity. They multiply rapidly in the upper echelons of society, manipulate global finance, and are always ready to betray the countries they live in..."

He regained his composure slightly at this point and turned to look at Qin Jiandan.

"Young Master Qin, I can swear on my hand to the Purification Codex that Nean will not betray the Night Dragon Society before the Extinction Corporation is destroyed. I've heard that Easterners are followers of Confucius and value benevolence and righteousness above all else. Can you also swear that you will not betray us?"

"of course can."

Qin Jiandan held the cup in one hand and pointed to the Huan Shicheng Canal outside the window.

"I swear on my integrity and the lives of my descendants that as long as I live, the Night Dragon Society will never be the first to betray the Nean Society!"

"readily!"

"Cheers! Cheers!"

(End of this chapter)