Super Rich: Obtained Shares of 100 Billion Group at the Beginning

Bertzaka paced back and forth in his office like a wild beast trapped in a cage.

After walking around for a dozen laps, he suddenly stopped, took out his phone from his pocket, and dialed a number.

The phone rang for a long time before it was finally answered.

No sound.

Only the sound of breathing, deep and slow, like some kind of lurking wild beast.

"I need you to help me take someone out."

Bertzaka's voice was very low, so low it sounded like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth.

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end.

Then a voice came, hoarse and gloomy: "Who?"

"Lehman Monroe".

Silence again.

“Money is not an issue,” Bertzaka added. “I want him to disappear completely.”

A soft laugh came from the other end of the phone, brief and devoid of warmth.

"Wait."

"beep"

The call has ended.

Bertzaka stood in the darkness, clutching his phone, his eyes filled with madness.

The scene changes.

It was completely dark.

A detached villa in the suburbs is lit with warm yellow lights, surrounded by neatly trimmed lawns and sparse woods.

The north wind howled, adding a touch of bleakness to the quiet night.

Lyman Monroe sat on the leather sofa in the living room, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand, the amber liquid swirling gently under the light.

He took a sip, then stared blankly at the oil painting in front of him.

"hateful."

He suddenly cursed, but it was unclear whether he was cursing the painting or a person.

“I helped him get that position, and I helped him get rid of so many troubles. I consider him my confidant!”

He took another sip of wine, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"He actually dared to betray me? Fine, let's see who dies first."

As soon as he finished speaking, he got up and walked to the window, wanting to see the night outside.

Meanwhile, several dark figures were moving quickly through the woods surrounding the villa.

Four people, dressed in all-black combat uniforms, their faces painted with greasepaint, moved cleanly and efficiently, without making a sound.

With a wave of his hand, the leader signaled the three men to disperse and each head towards one of the fixed sentry posts around the villa.

A bodyguard leaned against a tree, smoking, the red glow of his cigarette butt standing out starkly in the night.

A dark figure crept up behind him, covered his mouth with his hand, and with a flash of light, the bodyguard's body went limp and he was gently laid to the ground.

As the other bodyguard rounded the corner, a dark figure lunged at him from the side and snapped his neck.

The third bodyguard was alert. Hearing the commotion, he turned around and glanced back, but he only had time to see a dark figure rushing towards him before his Adam's apple was shattered by a punch.

The area was cleared out in less than two minutes.

With a wave of his hand, the leader regrouped and made their way towards the main building of the villa.

The lights were still on in the second-floor windows.

The leader looked up and assessed the location.

He then gestured to the other three, signaling them to keep watch below while he went up.

Then, he groped his way along the wall to the bottom of the window, slowly straightened up, and peered inside.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw an infrared beam at his feet.

As a professional assassin, he naturally knew what the presence of this thing here meant.

His heart skipped a beat.

next second.

"Whoosh!!!"

The piercing alarm ripped through the silence of the night.

All the lights inside and outside the villa went out instantly, followed by the red emergency lights turning on.

A heavy mechanical sound came from all directions, as if some enormous thing was starting up.

The leader was shocked and turned to run, but before he could move, he saw the doors and windows of the villa change at the same time.

Outside the solid wood door, a thick titanium alloy steel plate descended from above, crashing to the ground with a loud thud, sealing the door completely.

The situation was even more outrageous over the windows. The same three-centimeter-thick titanium alloy steel plates extended rapidly from all around the window frames, and with a few clanging sounds, they sealed all the windows shut.

From start to finish, it only takes about ten seconds.

The cozy villa, which was just moments ago bathed in warm yellow light, has now been transformed into an impenetrable steel fortress.

The leader's hand rested on the gun at his waist, his breathing rapid.

He stared at the sealed window, and through the gaps in the steel plate, he could vaguely see figures moving inside.

Lyman Monroe stood by the window, looking out through the steel plate.

The leader gritted his teeth and growled into his headset, "Withdraw!"

The three men rushed out from the shadows and followed him back into the woods.

Behind me, the alarm was still sounding.

In the living room, Lyman Monroe stood still, holding a glass of whiskey.

The windows were sealed shut with steel plates, making them completely airtight, and even moonlight couldn't get in.

Only the red emergency lights flashed intermittently, illuminating his face in shifting light.

"gentlemen!"

The bodyguard rushed down the stairs, his face pale. "The safe room is ready, you need to hurry..."

"Need not."

Lyman waved his hand, interrupting the bodyguard.

The bodyguard was stunned: "But there might be other people outside..."

"Everyone has run away."

Lyman interrupted him, walked to the sofa, sat down again, and crossed his legs. "Once the alarm goes off, they know they have no chance. Professional assassins don't fight head-on in this situation."

The bodyguard opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Lyman took a sip of his drink, his gaze falling on the window that was sealed off with steel plates.

Bertzaka.

The name popped into his mind, and a slow smile curved his lips—not a smile, but the instinctive reaction of a predator smelling blood.

"So impatient?" he murmured softly, as if talking to himself. "Fine, Bert, we'll just have to wait and see."

The voice was so soft that even the bodyguard standing next to him couldn't hear it.

But the bodyguard sensed the chill that seeped from the very bones.

...........

the other side.

Huaguo, the capital.

The Tiangong Hotel was brightly lit at night, with a red carpet stretching from the steps to the roadside, and two rows of hostesses in cheongsams standing ramrod straight.

As one of the top hotels in the entire capital, it was no surprise that the Situ family chose it as the venue for their banquet today.

At that moment, a convoy of luxury cars slowly pulled up at the entrance.

The door of the extended Maybach in the middle opened, and Lu Feng got out first, then turned around and reached out his hand.

Shen Suyuan placed her hand on it and landed on her high heels.

She wore a dark blue long dress today. The cut was simple and there were no extra decorations, but it made her skin look so fair that it glowed.

Her hair was pulled back, revealing her slender neck, and two small diamonds dangled from her earlobes, flashing briefly when the light flickered.

Lu Feng stood next to her, wearing a well-tailored black suit, without a tie, and the top button of his shirt was undone.

Her hair was styled, revealing her forehead, making her look more formal than usual, but not to the point of being rigid.

As soon as the two of them stood firm, all eyes turned to them.