Awakening the Daily Intelligence System - Chapter 452

Chapter 452: 167, is this how the world’s number one arms dealer treats his guests?_1

Inside the villa, the living room.

Bryan Dennison sat in his wheelchair, listening to the report from a subordinate.

He was already over 70 this year, his face etched with the marks of time, but those deep eyes still shone with a keen spirit, as if they could see into people’s hearts.

After the subordinate had finished recounting a series of events that had just occurred, Bryan Dennison fell into brief contemplation.

Six candidates who had just completed a televised speech—one was killed by a truck and, in less than half an hour, a second announced his withdrawal from the election.

There were definitely people behind the scenes wanting to stir up trouble.

But…

Who would be causing trouble?

Was it aimed at their family?

Bryan Dennison looked at the loyal subordinates in the room and asked calmly, “Where are the other three competitors now?”

Currently, his man was ranked first, and with two others out of the contest for various reasons, that left only three in the running.

Who benefits has suspicion cast upon them for causing trouble.

Therefore, the most likely to have caused a series of incidents tonight were only the remaining three or the corporations and families backing them.

A blonde, gentlemanly middle-aged man responded, “Two are at home with no current contact with the outside world, but Foster has summoned all core members of his family to his Johnson Tower.”

“According to reliable information I’ve obtained, Johnson Foster met with a mysterious individual today, but the specific identity of this person hasn’t been determined yet.”

Oh?

Bryan Dennison’s aged lips curled into a playful smile, taunting, “Heh, the young fellow has grown up, and this election has indeed changed my impression of him considerably.”

The top families of various countries and their underlying powers are often closely related.

When a new challenger enters the fray, they temporarily unify into a solid alliance to fend off anyone who might take a piece of their pie.

But when there is no external threat, internal conflicts and competition among themselves start to erupt.

It all comes down to one thing in the end: only interests are everlasting.

Although the Johnson family is not much among the top-tier families, they are still among America’s top ten wealthiest and can be reluctantly considered part of the elite, even if they are at the bottom tier.

After all, those truly powerful families don’t appear in the rankings of the wealthy.

They live only in the speculations and legends of the general public.

The middle-aged man’s brow furrowed slightly as he tentatively asked, “Do you think tonight’s incidents were the doing of Foster’s people?”

“I’m not certain, but Foster’s competition has gone too smoothly these two years, and I’ve always suspected that there is someone experienced guiding him from behind, despite my subordinates being unable to find out exactly who has been helping him.” Bryan Dennison looked out at the dark night sky through the window, remarking, “On this land of America, what’s most abundant are miracles.”

He shifted his gaze back to the middle-aged man, “Regardless of who is behind him, since he has declared war on us, we cannot show weakness.”

“Son, you go find Foster in person, tell him that no matter who is helping him, he should not easily challenge Martin Company, as the consequences will be too much for the Johnson family to bear.”

“Miracles might be attractive, but a fleeting flash of light cannot last long.”

“Cough… cough cough…”

Bryan Dennison had developed cancer two years ago, and despite cutting-edge technology and medical care, his health inevitably began to decline.

Waking up due to disturbances earlier today and after talking a lot, he now felt extremely uncomfortable.

The middle-aged man hurried forward to stand behind him, expertly patting his back while gesturing to a servant to pass a glass of water, “Dad, rest early, I’ll handle the rest.”

“As long as I show up in front of Foster, I believe he will know what to do.”

And this was no empty boast.

Even with all the powerful forces and families in America, there were few whose strength surpassed that of their family.

In the eyes of the middle-aged man, the mere fact that he would personally approach someone from the Johnson family was already a great favor to them.

After taking a sip of water and feeling slightly better, Bryan Dennison was about to speak when the butler came in from the door, bowed, and said, “Boss, there’s a Grand Xia nationality man named Lin Chen outside, saying he wants to see you.”

Lin Chen?

Grand Xia nationality?

The middle-aged man’s expression changed, showing a hint of shock and astonishment in his eyes.

Very few people knew where their family lived, let alone a man of Grand Xia nationality.

How did he know where his father lived?

Bryan Dennison was also startled, but quickly pieced together what was happening tonight.

Grand Xia?

So it was Grand Xia behind all this?

If that was the explanation, everything made sense, after all, Grand Xia’s development in recent years had been incredibly rapid, and their reach extending to distant America wasn’t impossible.

Moreover, if it was the power of a nation, taking out two Conservative Party candidates would be all too easy.

“Son, there’s no need for you to find Foster right now, come and join your father in a game of military strategy.” Bryan Dennison turned to the butler: “Bring the military chess set.”

The butler, ever professional, would not voice his queries, merely executing orders.

Soon,

a military chess set was laid out in the living room.

The middle-aged man, not understanding, asked, “Dad, what does this mean? Aren’t you going to meet with this Lin Chen?”