After making an appointment with Jimmy to join the academy, Eric bid farewell to Nick and returned to Manhattan.

Now he was fine and was sitting in a taxi back to the office, squinting his eyes while resting and thinking about things. He was only woken up by the noise when the car gradually stopped and there was an unusual movement in front of him.

"What's wrong?" Eric opened his eyes and asked the driver.

"Gunfight." The driver said concisely.

About one hundred and fifty yards ago, a group of black-clad bodyguards were guarding a bulletproof RV and fighting and retreating. Although they were numerous, they were killed by a monster with metal arms and suffered heavy losses.

Avalosel Wayne Testanic is a person defended in a bulletproof car. Although the name of this financial tycoon rarely appears in magazines such as Forbes or Vanity Fair, he has a significant impact on the world's financial world. In the recent attacks, his insurance company suffered heavy losses. For this reason, he was about to launch an impeachment against this government, but he encountered the biggest crisis in his life on the way through this place.

"Sir, I'm afraid you have to leave first." His most loyal assistant shouted through the car window. The man's face was covered with blood, which was splashed from his companion.

"No, he came for me, I can't leave you behind." Tistanic's old face was full of determination and his eyes were very sad. These young men who were loyal to guard were not outsiders he hired for money, but were cultivated by orphans for many years. Everyone was like his nephew, but were now slaughtered by that man like a chicken.

The financial tycoon, who has always believed that money is power, felt for the first time that his money was so useless in the face of violence. He was about to order all of them to evacuate when he was stunned to see a red rain rising from his assistant's head outside the car window, blood and brains plunging on the glass, blurring his vision.

"Come on, kill me!" Tistanic shouted. He knew he could not escape, so he ignored the driver's obstruction and pushed open the car door and got out. There was already a bloody storm outside. All the young people he was familiar with had fallen. When the metal-arm monster killed the last bodyguard lying in a pool of blood, he pointed the gun at Tistanic.

The financial tycoon looked at the assassin and looked into the distance. At this time, dusk was approaching, and the sunset shone red between the sky and the earth. The road was 100 yards away and the road was full of cars, but no one dared to come up to stop it.

He instantly figured out the reason for his attack. But it was irreversible at this time. Tistanic exhaled an empty breath and looked straight at the weirdo.

"Bang!"

A bullet shot out of the muzzle. At that moment, Tistanic almost felt his vision capture its tail flame, and the metal bullet headed straight to his forehead with a gorgeous flame.

Then something incredible happened, and it stopped in front of its own eyes.

"Sir?" The driver got out of the car at some point. He ran to the front of Tistanic with a pistol in his hand and found the bullet that was rotating rapidly in front of his eyebrows. He was stunned for a moment and quickly moved the person away, then looked at the way the bullet came. The monster with metal arm didn't care about assassinating the target anymore, and he started fighting with a man with a familiar face.

It may not be correct to say it is a fight.

Because only the weird guy was doing it himself, although he tried his best to kill the other party, he couldn't even touch the corner of the other party's clothes.

Of course, Eric is the one who fights the weird guys.

Eric got out of the taxi and followed the sound of the gunshots, then saw a killing pole unfolding in front of him. When the final target appeared, he rescued the person from under the bullet. So the weird guy who found something wrong launched an attack on him.

Leaving the useless gun, the monster waved the metal arm and used it as a weapon. The cold light flashed in the air, drawing silver shadows.

Eric's speed is neither fast nor slow, but he can avoid the opponent's attack every time. No matter what kind of feint or trick the opponent makes, he is not deceived. Instead, he uses his opponent's exhaustion to force the opponent to retreat hastily.

This is the first time that the weirdo encountered this situation. He is a top assassin. His physical fitness is close to the peak of humanity and has killed countless politicians. However, today he could not get any good in front of Eric. His cold and calm eyes gradually became confused. After a while, he found an opportunity to escape from the battlefield and jumped outward and escaped over the roof of the car.

"Sir, you should catch him." The driver had just breathed a sigh of relief when he suddenly saw the assassin slipping away and shouted to Eric.

"I'm not a policeman." Eric shrugged. He was just interested in that person's arm, which was a metal product that could partially isolate his senses, and saving people was just by the way.

Testanick stopped the driver's complaints, and he asked Eric tentatively: "Mr. Eric?"

Eric was about to leave when he nodded when he heard his inquiry.

Tistanic's face twitched a few times, then smiled, and at this moment he finally found a life-saving straw.

Soon after, the car turned around and drove towards New York. As for the dead on the ground, Testanick had already handed over to his subordinates who came to hear the sound to deal with it. Although it seemed a little cold, he had to protect himself at this time.

"I am a friend of Bill, the chairman of the hearing committee. I heard him talk about you." Asked Eric to get in the car, Testanick first introduced it, and then without waiting for Eric to ask, he told himself the inside story of being assassinated today. "What happened yesterday, Mr. Eric is an eyewitness, but I think you must not know the inside story, and I believe this inside story is the reason why I was assassinated today."

Eric took the wine handed over by his master and asked curiously: "Is it related to the Ten Rings Gang?"

"It's okay at all." Tistannik smiled bitterly. "It's a big relationship with the country."

He continued to say.

Not long ago, he discovered that large-scale organized capital flows occurred in the financial market and the international oil market, which was extremely unusual for financial tycoons who are top people in the industry. He was sensitive to the fact that something big would happen, but he did not expect that something big would happen in the local area and caused heavy losses from the beginning.

"The stock market was temporarily suspended yesterday afternoon, and the financial industry suffered a heavy blow in the first hour after the review this morning, especially the insurance sector suffered huge losses in the attack. As far as I know, a large number of unknown funds began to short the stock index a month ago. At the same time, several buildings in Manhattan purchased $3 billion in insurance from major insurance companies a month and a half ago. The compensation conditions included the damage compensation clause caused by "terrorism", with an insurance amount of up to 7 billion. This is extraordinary. If the Green Devil had not accidentally collided with the second plane passing through New York, I think its purpose was to those high-insured buildings." Tistannik said this matter hatefully, and it was from these clues that he felt that there was something else.

"There is this possibility." Eric saw the plane crashing into the building with his own eyes, and he also felt the same way. In fact, he had guessed that the plane's destination was Wall Street or Freedom Island. One of these two is a barometer of the American economy and the other is a symbol of the American spirit. It is reasonable to attack any of them. But now it seems that it has a more realistic purpose, that is, money.

However, in this way, a faint conspiracy was outlined, and the wide influence it involved was shocking.

"What does Mr. Tistanick want me to do?" Eric asked in a glass of wine. "I am neither a member of Congress nor a Chief Official. I have no way to preside over justice for you."

"What I need now is not justice, but safety." Tisdannik drank all the wine in the cup in one sip. Under the stimulation of alcohol, his pale face showed a hint of blush. "Today's assassination made me completely awake. Wealth cannot really make me safe. Only with a strong man as an ally can I."

"This is not a terror incident, it is a secret war. The people hidden behind the scenes started a war against the financial world under the guise of foreign forces. We will not be controlled or willing to suffer losses! If they want us to go bankrupt, we will take this country together!" Tistannik threw down his cup and looked at Eric with a burning look.

Eric smiled faintly and held his hands together.

After some conversation, Eric sent Tistannik back to the heavily guarded private castle. Now the news of the attempted assassination of the financial tycoon has been circulated. I believe the mastermind behind the scenes will not take risks in assassination anymore. He can stay at home with confidence to command remotely, and Eric provides him with a handful of help at the right time.

"One is a military-industrial interest group and the other is a financial interest group. They develop hatred like the left and right hands, so they pick up the sledgehammer and beat the chest desperately. Anyway, it's not us that hurts, so we just knock it down." Realizing this, Eric already had the awareness of making an iron hammer.

Although I can't help but suffer losses in the knocking, what is in the world that can be obtained without taking risks?

The more chaotic the world is, the safer the mutant will be. The effectiveness of a deal cannot withstand the instigation of those who are interested. Now it is only temporary peace. Instead of waiting until the crisis comes before responding to the challenge, it is better to push it with the flow when the opportunity comes, so that you can get the greatest benefit.

Thinking along the way, Eric entered the office.

"Hello, Ban." Eric greeted the guard, and Ban sent a business card.

"Mr. Eric, Agent Phil from the Land and Resources Bureau came to you this morning. He hopes to make an appointment with you."

Eric looked at the business card, which read: "Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau Phil Colson."
Chapter completed!