Chapter 221 Internal Struggle
Let's rewind to an hour after another banquet.
Chaos is considered relatively elegant and restrained in the world of the powerful and wealthy.
People were merely surprised when they saw the news and emergency notifications from those terminals; not a single person made a fuss. They simply stopped drinking and eating, and gradually some started receiving calls from their companies, while others kept their heads down checking emails.
Yu Jianchu noticed that they were all deliberately suppressing their emotions, lowering their voices, and chatting casually, or looking at the constantly updated news on their screens.
She got a little bored, so she started looking down at her phone like some other people – asking about tomorrow's weather and whether it would be suitable for a picnic.
The bombed business buildings were the largest commercial outposts in the Heavenly Gospel area. Most of the directors, actors, and media who came to handle film and television projects were based there. They had planned to hold several large-scale celebration banquets a week later.
However, just an hour earlier, at least thirty Destroyer missiles simultaneously struck those commercial bases that produce countless entertainment stars.
Images captured by satellite cameras show missiles piercing through the earth like hammerheads, exploding instantly and turning the entire land into a scorched and desolate hell, with the sky dyed blood red by the sight.
The public internet is filled with bold, dark red headlines—"Business Building Under Terrorist Attack"—and the creators are clearly terrified, filling the entire article with a sense of panic and conspiracy.
The drone footage, which operates 24 hours a day, also captured the moments before the disaster struck. They could see the various decorations that the employees were preparing for the upcoming banquet in the building's lobby. The decorations were diverse and glittered with gold.
A few seconds later, the vibration started, but only a small part of the scene could be seen on the camera.
They clearly sensed the attack; some read the information on the detection screens and tried to evacuate, but it was too late. Some simply knelt on the ground awaiting death, while others stared blankly at the sky; no one knows what they were thinking at that moment.
Anyway, no matter what anyone wants to do or say, it's too late.
Amidst the idyllic party at the manor, low, gossipy chatter occasionally drifted through the crowd. A slightly hoarse voice rang out, tinged with suspicion.
"Is this really a real video recording? How could a business building be attacked?"
"Damn, who would be so foolish as to attack the business building? That's the culmination of the board's hard work. Does that person have a death wish?"
"Yeah, I just can't figure it out."
"Speaking of which, isn't there an armed force stationed there? And it's said that the defense system is the best in all of New York. When Project Blood Origin was launched, technicians went to upgrade it. The defensive force field and interception system are the best in the world. How could it be so easily destroyed? The reports say that not even ashes were left. Did I hear that right?"
"And where did the missiles come from? I had no idea that there could be so many weapons of war in that place."
"Yes, look at the video footage... it was indeed blown to pieces. There must be several thousand employees in the business building. How could so many people just die like that?"
"This is terrible, my God, they were even preparing for their victory celebration, and then this happened..."
Everyone was shocked.
Everyone seemed to have found a very meaningful topic and began to talk further. Many names, conspiracies, networks of relationships, and speculations that Yu Jianchu had never heard of were mentioned in the conversation. The guests began to analyze whether the defense system created by Heaven's Gospel Company was really as solid as advertised. Some even went so far as to say that it was definitely an internal power struggle within the board of directors, while others said it was just a show.
The topics kept coming up, but everyone wanted to get to the bottom of things.
Yu Jianchu could only feign surprise, while thinking to himself, "What kind of idiots are these people?"
In their minds, the area protected by the Gospel of Heaven—as stated by Director Li himself—had always been a model city globally, where people lived so happily, could have anything they wanted, and even had an almost unlimited supply of hallucinogenic drugs. Moreover, it wasn't a strategic location, so it wouldn't be affected by war, let alone military supplies. The entire city was controlled by the board of directors, and the political circles were mostly composed of good people, making it completely uncomplicated.
So—how could this happen?
This is no ordinary attack. Regardless of how many resources are lost, how many people die, or who caused the conflict, this is a truly major event that concerns the reputation of the board of directors.
They quickly reached a consensus—that this was definitely a long-planned, bloody internal struggle.
Yu Jianchu lost interest in continuing the conversation and sat alone in the hammock, continuing to drink alcoholic beverages.
She could smell the odor permeating the group, a subtle scent, like some enormous creature emerging from a swamp. They reeked of decay, damp, bloody, and gloomy, making her instinctively nauseous.
But if you stay anywhere long enough, you will naturally smell this odor—it will eventually bring disaster, ignite fireworks, spectacular yet deadly, and it is unavoidable.
The party didn't last long and ended quickly. People left in a hurry, constantly on their phone. Yu Jianchu saw the guests off one by one, comforting them and reminding them to stay in touch, be careful on their way home, and let everyone know they arrived safely.
According to news released on the public website, the situation seems to be relatively good. Relevant departments have responded by issuing arrest warrants, providing rescue and relief supplies, activating all medical resources in the city, and even enforcing curfews on nearby roads.
The report concluded by mentioning that the board of directors will hold a fundraising event at 9 a.m. tomorrow, which all core members will attend, and they will donate a lot of money—enough to last you ten lifetimes—to express their sympathy and condolences.
No one cares how turbulent the deeper waters are; people like them have long since developed the ability to react extremely quickly, as long as they are willing to spend enough money to express their support for the decisions of those in power.
When Yu Jianchu saw off the last guest, he picked up a bottle of wine and drank it. It was very strong; one sip could send you soaring to the heavens.
She didn't find Melink and Carlos, but it didn't matter; she knew where those two bastards had gone.
Yu Jianchu drank several mouthfuls in a row. After the alcohol took effect, she strolled around the manor. She didn't know what to do next, but she decided to take a walk first.
The space here is spacious enough, and the ecological environment is excellent. When it's quiet, you can hear the faint sounds of the wind and insects.
She stood there in a daze for a while, then suddenly turned around and looked at the other side of the wall.
Someone appeared there.
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