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Chapter 612 - 612 103 Achilles Likes to Eat People Scoring Twice Big Fire!_3
612: Chapter 103 Achilles Likes to Eat People, Scoring Twice, Big Fire!_3 612: Chapter 103 Achilles Likes to Eat People, Scoring Twice, Big Fire!_3 Niu Sen?
Steven was a mid-to-senior level executive at Forbes, and he had some understanding of America’s political situation.
He knew very well what kind of entity Niu Sen was.
In the news, Niu Sen stood closely with Gru, with the Governor even sporting a smile on his face.
‘You help me eliminate Gru!’
Thinking of Achilles and the Caramacris in Missouri, Steven inexplicably shivered.
Those people were bound to die, meaning that Mr.
Achilles had already prepared his men, just waiting in California for those people to come by.
First, kill, then use the death as an excuse to take down the high-level executives of Forbes in California and place himself in.
After his rise in position, he would start investigating how people died.
And then…
Looking at Niu Sen’s smiling face, Steven sighed, irritably rubbing his face.
The struggles of big shots never involve them entering the fray themselves, and people like him, no matter how high they climb, are just pawns.
Hutter, you’re too greedy!
How good it would have been if you had refused me.
A single villa was all it took for you to lose your footing!
Now that things have been exposed, we’re all dragged into this.
Steven didn’t dare blame Achilles, nor did he want to blame himself, he was also somewhat reluctant to blame Gru; so after choosing back and forth, he decided to blame Hutter.
The higher you go, the less freedom you have.
This lack of freedom was fully exemplified in Steven.
The interests he was involved with were too significant, those behemoths needed him to be obedient, he had no choice.
If things went wrong, he would be dealt with by Achilles, if things went well, he’d have dug himself into a pit.
Now, he could only charge forward in the direction pointed out by Achilles—for not refusing at the start, gradually being unable to extricate himself, and ultimately, cocooning himself into becoming a tool for capital.
It was only at this point that he realized, it was too late.
The people he had killed, the people he had involved were all a price to pay!
Some might wonder, wasn’t it Achilles pulling the strings behind the scenes?
Yes, but he won’t pay for it and besides, if Achilles wins, Steven wouldn’t have to repay either.
What if Achilles loses?
The more he thought about it, the more anxious his heart became, and Stephen cursed indignantly.
“Fak, it’s all Hutter’s damn fault!”
The assistant glanced at his boss but didn’t dare to speak.
He was just a newcomer with two years of entry, and he dared not listen in on the gossip of the assistant director.
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Truth is never concrete, the more secretive it is, the harder it is to approach reality, especially when it involves the game of power.
Some people win, they won’t confess to the great sins they have committed.
Some lose, and they have no chance to speak out about what they have encountered.
For some historical events shrouded in mist, later generations can only gather various subjective and not necessarily accurate accounts of what transpired from the people involved.
Therefore, Steven didn’t see the truth, Gru didn’t see the truth, Cheng Daqi didn’t see the truth, and neither did Achilles.
Nor did Benny Donce.
Fast-forward the timeline from just over a week ago to the beginning of ’19, to the entrance of the ABC television station.
Benny Donce hurried out of the building, he had recorded a commentary program in the morning, and in the afternoon he would continue to participate in planning the content for the next few episodes.
But the pizza delivery was too unpalatable, so he chose to come out and find a restaurant to have a meal, then go back to work after dining.
As a close disciple of Brzezinski, he held a certain authority in the field of international relations, and on the other hand, as a consultative advisor to Robert Egger, president of Disney, Benny had considerable influence in Robert’s foundation of ABD.
Therefore, he often participated in ABC programs, making appearances on TV—and receiving a substantial fee for it.
While imagining taking a month off in the Southern Hemisphere after getting through this busy period, to Australia or New Zealand, or just to Hawaii, he walked out, Benny Donce was torn.
The gals from AustraNew had a certain flavor, but there were few people and entertainment was scarce.
The girls from Hawaii came from all over the world, with diverse entertainment, but he had been there several times already.
This was a difficult choice.
However, with the arrival of a black business car, Benny Donce no longer needed to be torn.
The black business car pulled to a stylish stop at the entrance of the ABC building, and ABC security, thinking it was some celebrity, paid it no mind and gathered around to shoot the breeze as usual.
Blocked by the car, Benny Donce paused in his steps, standing right in front of the business car’s door.
With a ‘whoosh,’ the car door opened.
A man wearing a hood tossed out something the size of a soccer ball.
‘Thud!’
The soccer ball landed at Benny Donce’s feet.
As a former amateur soccer player who played in college, Benny instinctively wanted to give it a kick.
However, he looked down to see a pair of desperate human eyes.
Brown, short and disheveled hair, traces of blood on the forehead, those once not dull, blue eyes had, after death, dilated pupils that made them incredibly dim.
But they were wide open, showing how unwilling their owner was.
Seeing this head, Benny was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at the car.
The man with the hood didn’t even spare him a glance, and tossed out another head.
‘Thud!’
Benny swallowed, wanting to step away, but he was too frightened, which made his legs somewhat weak.
‘Thud!
Thud!’
Two more, the hooded man scored a brace!
With four soccer balls rolling around him, Benny, shivering all over, shouted in desperation.
‘Somebody, security, there’s a murderer here!’
It was too late, Gru’s men were too professional!
Amidst the screams of the crowd, the roars of the security guards, and Benny’s trembling, the black business car drove away!
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