Frank Plaza is the most central area on the upper portion of Second Street.
The banks, fund companies, stock exchanges, and various investnt consulting firms in Willdow City are mostly gathered here.
Apart from Hymn Company, most of Willdow City’s money is also concentrated here.
They have two extres.
First are the various banks, where all the valuables are stored in the vaults built by Hymn Company. With these vaults, the most valuable things are secured and there is no longer a need to construct an automatic defense system.
Second are the various financial investnt companies. What is truly valuable for these companies are the funds they manage and the clients they have cultivated over a long ti, so the physical office buildings are not that important.
They don’t need an independent automatic defense system either, just relying on the public defense system of Second Street is sufficient.
In their eyes, Second Street in Willdow City is the second core after Hymn Company. Who would dare cause trouble here?
Indeed, no one dared before. But after seeing Sean’s attack on Orens Manor, not only was he not punished, he did not evoke the anger of the wealthy, and instead received massive achievents and various accolades. Now, whether anyone dares, that’s hard to say.
Three fieldwork vehicles parked not far from Second Street, and twenty to thirty silver dal employees, led by two gold dal employees, crawled out of the vehicles.
They were divided into two groups. One group changed into ordinary attire, mingled with the crowd, and entered Second Street.
The other group changed into orange work clothes, put the giant transport boxes from the fieldwork vehicle onto the pre-prepared municipal engineering vehicle.
Second Street is a public space that neither rejects strangers nor has an Energy Wall, making it far easier to infiltrate than Orens Manor.
To ensure that no mishap occurs with the plan, Farrell, seated in the passenger seat of the engineering vehicle, prepared to participate in the entire operation.
He looked at the brightly-lit Second Street in the distance, cursing in his heart these capitalists and big shots for having no backbone.
If they knew about the attack in the wealthy district and still couldn’t do anything, how did it fall to that fool Sean to reap the spoils of Orens Manor?
It’s all because of the ntor who introduced him into the industry, insisting on teaching him those useless unspoken rules. The ntor led him astray!
However, thinking back, the performance that promoted him to level seven supervisor was discovering that his ntor was particularly suitable to beco material for the Essence Armor, which made him feel balanced inside.
Hindered my future, but also offered a future, let’s call it even between us, ntor and disciple.
Farrell reconciled with his regrets in his heart, then turned his attention back to the present.
His target tonight is the West District of Frank Plaza, where the Cohen Group and the Kaven Fund are so of the top investnt companies on Second Street. The bosses behind the two companies are only slightly inferior to Moritz.
Had Moritz not just been targeted by Sean once, provoking him again could force desperate retaliation, Farrell would certainly have swept up Moritz’s company as well.
The transport boxes were loaded onto the vehicle, and intelligence ca from subordinates who had entered Second Street in advance, confirming an obstruction-free path.
Farrell extended his hand out of the window, fingers together, and made a slicing gesture in the air.
Comnce action!
Upon receiving the instruction, Farrell’s employees promptly boarded the vehicle, and the driver set off toward Second Street.
At this mont, if they held their breath and concentrated, the employees in the car could distinctly hear each other’s heartbeats.
This operation made them more nervous than any before.
Farrell is grassroots-born, and those he promoted are mostly grassroots as well.
He believes only those truly from the bottom, who’ve experienced poverty and endured hardship, would desperately climb up when seeing the light projected from above.
That innate hunger is sothing children born into middle-class or wealthy families will not possess.
Thus, these grassroots people in the vehicle are about to strike at those at the pinnacle of the Pyramid.
They are full of anticipation for what is about to happen, expecting not only high achievents but sothing else as well. Just thinking about it gives them a shivering sensation intense enough to raise goosebumps all over.
The paperwork for the municipal engineering vehicle was complete, allowing it to smoothly pass inspection and slowly enter Second Street.
The engineering vehicle stopped on the east side of Second Street, several employees got off, set up the construction warning line, erected a huge barrier, and then pried open the wide sewer entrance.
Under the cover of the construction barrier, the employees sent the transport box into the sewer, towing it to the destination along a pre-planned route.
Twenty minutes later, they journey through and finally arrive at the specified location, directly beneath the West District of Frank Plaza.
Like Wu Chang’s previous operation, Farrell authenticated and unlocked the box, and the indicator lights at the corner of the transport box turned yellow.
They imdiately backed away, retracing their route to the entrance, and sat back in the engineering vehicle.
At the spot where they placed the transport box, the cubical box spread open, revealing inside a towering black mushroom two ters high, with a cap over four ters in diater.
On the mushroom cap, there was a pair of tightly closed eyes, and as the transport box spread open and the mushroom made contact with the air, these tightly closed eyes trembled slightly, and then slowly opened.
At the base of its thick stem were countless sharp little mouths, which rapidly gnawed at the transport box. With each part of the box eaten, the mushroom grew larger.
Once the transport box was entirely consud, the top of the mushroom cap was already pressing against the ceiling of the sewer.
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