Chapter 1497: The Assassination that was Doomed to Fail from the Start

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of an express hotel, a man in a black suit held a pair of binoculars in his hand and looked coldly at the smoky street. When he saw “Iron Man” step out of the trunk of the Luer sedan, his pupils constricted slightly.

He gently placed the binoculars on the table beside him, took out a satellite phone from his pocket, and dialed a number.

Soon, the phone connected. Without any greetings, he spoke concisely.

“Mission failed…”

“Failed? How could it be—”

“We miscalculated. I didn’t expect that the ‘Iron Man’ himself was Jiang Chen…”

“Iron Man?” Inside the presidential suite of a five-star hotel, Rockefeller, who held a glass of vintage red wine in his hand, was taken aback, and he subconsciously asked, “Which Iron Man…”

Just halfway through his words, Rockefeller realized what happened.

He suddenly remembered that the year before last year, Rothschild, together with the North American Jewish Consortium, planned a murder against Jiang Chen and Xin diplomats, and even got the CIB director on board in order to provoke a war between the two countries.

This attack was regarded as the fuse of the direct conflict between Celestial Trade and the Freemasonry, and it also prompted the UA authorities to break up the Jewish consortium. At that time, everyone speculated about who the Iron Man was, and that included Rockefeller and Morgan. However, they had zero leads until now.

“Unexpectedly, it was him…”

Rockefeller’s smile was full of bitterness.

They guessed a long time ago that the steel warrior who often appeared near Jiang Chen was probably a super-soldier trained by Celestial Trade or an AI. However, the reality completely surprised them. The steel warrior turned out to be Jiang Chen himself.

He had disguised himself too well.

“Yes…” The man in black gulped down the dry lump in his throat, then nodded with difficulty, “This is our negligence.”

They were a special intelligence force trained by Rockefeller, mainly made up of former FBA agents or soldiers from the Intelligence Department of the UA Army’s Overseas Forces. It was this force that enabled Rockefeller to stand up against other people. While he was slightly inferior to Morgan in capital management, he was better than the “Emperor of Wall Street” in other aspects.

His ultimate goal was to become the second Rothschild.

After a pause, Rockefeller spoke slowly.

“I heard that there is something called truth-telling serum in Celestial Trade.”

“Yes, it is said that it first appeared in the Ukrainian Civil War.” The man in black nodded.

“The rebel has already lost. You should go back under cover, get Kayn Jay to leave C State, and wait for me in Australia.” After a pause, Rockefeller continued, “I want to discuss something with him. Tell him to meet me in Melbourne.”

Canada was no longer safe. If Jiang Chen was assassinated, he could still stay here and wait for the situation in the UA to return to stability, then he would go back to clean up the mess. But now, assassination was now an unrealistic idea.

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Rockefeller did not expect Jiang Chen to not only possess capital and force, but his own combat power was also splendid.

“Ok.”

The man in black replied concisely and quickly hung up.

At this moment, there was a soft sound of the string breaking at the door.

Almost subconsciously, the man in black quickly threw away the satellite phone in his hand and put his hand into his suit.

However, before he could pull out the gun, a strong gust of wind flew directly into his face from the front door. The man in black raised his hands out of reflex as he dodged to the side, but the kick still landed on him and he smashed right into the sofa.

“I usually don’t hit women.” The man stood up from the ground as he watched the “ghost” appear from thin air. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, grinned, then put his hands up in a boxing posture. “Tell me your name.”

“Bernice. I’m just passing by here, so it’s useless for you to know.” Bernice shrugged, and she didn’t show any of the playfulness she had when she joked with Jiang Chen, only the indifference in front of dead people. There was a murderous vibe exuding from her aloofness…

“Bernice?” The muscles of the man in black’s mouth slightly twitched, and seemed like he was smiling; then the muscles in his entire body began to move as they began to swell violently. “Howson, you can remember this name, he will leave you a memorable impression.”

At the same time as the sentence ended, the swollen fist slammed towards Bernice along with a roar and burst of air.

However, the fist didn’t land on Bernice, but instead, it seemed to hit into empty space, and a layer of white ripples formed in the air. Howson’s pupils slightly constricted, but before he could figure out what had just happened, a huge force hit his abdomen and chin one after another.

Blood gushed out of the 1.8-meter-tall man’s mouth, and he flew backwards before he smashed into the wall, slid down on the ground, and stopped moving.

“It’s just a hidden genetic code, I have it too,” Bernice waved her hand, and the solid-like nitrogen that had condensed on her fingertips dissipated. She watched Howson, who laid on the ground unconscious, coldly, “And I have unlocked the second level.”

…

Alarms rang throughout the streets.

Soon the Nouveau York City police blocked the entire street, assisted the ambulances that came afterward, and put those who were wounded by stray bullets onto stretchers. As for Jiang Chen, who stood at the center of the scene, as well as the Celestial Trade soldiers and armored vehicles next to him, no one interfered with them.

For the Nouveau York City police, they could not interfere into the situation…

“…The target has been captured. His name is Howson and he possessed a close-combat superpower. His ability is probably to increase adrenaline and body muscle strength. The satellite phone was found in his room, and the technical team is tracking the signal source.”

“Good job,” Jiang Chen grabbed the collar of the unconscious Carlson and stuffed him into the armored vehicle that arrived for reinforcement, then he told Bernice through the communication module on the power armor, “I’ll leave the interrogation to you. I have a hunch that we can not only get rid of the C State Rebels through this stupid attack, but we can also catch a big fish behind the string.”

“I will.” Bernice brought her lips together and smiled.

After Jiang Chen ended communication, he looked to Zheng Yufei, the Commander-in-Chief of Celestial Trade North American Theater, who rushed to the scene.

“I apologize that this happened! I’ll strengthen all inspection points in Nouveau York City for weapons, arrange patrols to increase the search efforts, and ensure that—”

Jiang Chen raised his hand and motioned to him to stop.

“Don’t waste time apologizing to me. If I want to take all the guns from the citizens of this country, I’m afraid that I won’t be able to do it in this lifetime. It’s fine for this kind of attack to happen once in a while, but it will get annoying. ”

While Jiang Chen spoke, he pointed to the unconscious rebel soldier, Carlson, in the armored vehicle.

“Give him the truth-telling serum. Ask where their people are and then send an orbital airborne brigade to teach them a lesson.”