Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 276: The First Warm-up Shot

Bertram, the president of the Shiyad Group, felt a little regretful. He regretted holding a shareholders' meeting and releasing the news to the outside world.

How could and how dare this damn poker organization do these things in Paris?
However, it was no use regretting it, as the other six major shareholders had already expressed dissatisfaction with Bertram.

Three of them decided not to attend the shareholders' meeting in person. They either sent substitutes or simply held the meeting via video link at the beginning of the meeting.

The major shareholders of the Shiyad Group do not only hold shares of the Shiyad Group, they also have many other industries. Holding shares of the Shiyad Group only represents a cooperative relationship. Without shares, they will only lose part of the profits.

Therefore, major shareholders are not very willing to take risks due to Bertram's decision.

Of the remaining three major shareholders, one decided to come by helicopter, and one decided to arrive at the headquarters a day in advance and bring his own fleet and security personnel.

Only the last person trusted Bertram and accepted his itinerary arrangements. He arrived in a bulletproof convoy that day and appeared in front of the square to give reporters an opportunity to interview him.

Therefore, Bertram was able to announce to the public that the shareholders' meeting was proceeding normally.

Even when the police department and French security departments strongly requested that the Seyard Group move the venue of the shareholders' meeting from the Paris region to a castle in the suburbs of Paris, Bertram turned a blind eye and ignored their requests.

Doing so is bound to offend other large companies and groups nearby. However, Bertram is now in a dilemma and has no choice.

Sometimes, being the president of a large group is just like being a gang boss. Face is very important. Once you expose your weakness to the outside world, you will be attacked by your peers and from within.

Therefore, Bertlem will never cancel the shareholders' meeting, as the news has already been released to the public, unless it is absolutely necessary.

"Just get through today... After today, the damn poker organization, go to hell."

Standing on the top of the sixth floor of the Shiad headquarters, Bertram looked at the empty square in front of the headquarters and muttered to himself.

"Even if it means cooperating with those nasty Jews... damn poker and bag guys..."

Anticipating what would happen today, the Paris police were working very hard. They set up checkpoints on the road leading to the headquarters of Paris International to prevent idle people from driving in.

This would offend many other businesses in the vicinity, but Bertram had no choice; he couldn't get the police to stop checking.

The architecture in Paris is very Parisian. There are not many high-rise buildings in this city. Even the headquarters of Pharmaceutica, a Fortune 500 pharmaceutical company, is a building with only six stories high.

As compensation for its height, the interior of the Shiyad headquarters is very spacious and can easily accommodate more than 2,000 people working inside. Just like a large supermarket, employees can go up and down the stairs not only by elevators, traditional stairs, but also by escalators.

There are more than a dozen entrances and exits in the entire Shiyad headquarters.

Therefore, in order to defend the headquarters today, in addition to the original security guards, Bertram also hired nearly one hundred armed mercenaries. They are hiding inside the headquarters today, waiting for the enemy to appear.

At eleven o'clock in the morning, accompanied by the roar of a helicopter descending from the sky, the first shareholder arrived.

The five convoys arranged by Bertram for the major shareholders also drove towards the headquarters of Shiyad from all directions between 11:30 and 12:00, and arrived at the parking lot in the headquarters square smoothly without any accidents.

In the little square of Paris, reporters from major TV stations were holding microphones in front of the cameras, talking non-stop, preparing to release good news that was favorable to the shares of Paris Group. When the motorcade arrived, these reporters were like hyenas seeing a corpse, and they could not wait to gather around with microphones, forcibly pushing aside the bodyguards who had gotten off the car first.

These reporters were all hired by Bertram, and in order to prevent accidents, all cameras were recording rather than broadcasting live.

In this way, even if something unexpected happens during the shareholders' meeting, technical means can be used to eliminate videos that are unfavorable to the group, or the news can simply not be broadcast.

"What a ridiculous trick."

Through the cameras installed in advance near the Shiyad Plaza, Huangmao, who was in a van three kilometers away, watched with a sneer in the video, which showed a pot-bellied guy calmly getting out of the car in the plaza parking lot and being interviewed by reporters through his bodyguards.

Bellamy sat next to him, feeling very uneasy. He was a little afraid of the expression and tone of his superior. At the same time, he was also afraid that the operation would fail and too many of his own people would die, causing him to be blamed.

"Mr. Red Heart J, my friend just sent me a message telling me that the major shareholders of the World Asia Group are not here. They are not in the convoy at all. Our actions..."

"The operation continues. We can kill the major shareholders of Shiyad slowly later, but the attack must go on. We must show the determination of the Poker Organization."

Sometimes, running a criminal organization is similar to running a terrorist organization. If you don't make others afraid of you, the organization's money-making activities will not be able to proceed.

The principle of different paths leading to the same destination.

"But so far, we still don't know what the American poker people are going to do, let alone get them to cooperate with us."

"We can just fight our own battles. The boss can't make the Americans cooperate with us... It's twelve o'clock. We should get to work."

The yellow-haired man looked at the time on his watch, ignored Bellamy's sorrow, took out his cell phone and dialed his subordinate's number.

"Go ahead, sniper, take that guy out for me."

Soon, after a few seconds, the major shareholder, who was answering reporters' questions while walking towards the headquarters gate, fell forward involuntarily.

The reporters who were still asking questions subconsciously thought that the major shareholder had not stood firmly, but at this time, two of the professional bodyguards had already jumped on the employer, and the other bodyguards opened the bulletproof briefcase and stood near the employer.

At this time, the reporters in Paris realized what had happened. A small number of them retreated in horror, but most of them rushed forward like sharks smelling blood, trying to take pictures of the injuries of the major shareholder.

"Sniper!"

"Photographer, hurry up and shoot underground, don't shoot me, shoot underground, shoot the news!!!"

The reporters' fierce crowding immediately broke the newly formed bodyguard protection circle. The reporters were so excited that they kept taking pictures of the fallen major shareholder with various cameras, and in the process formed a human shield wall that made it impossible for snipers to attack.

Bertram, who was walking out of the main door of the headquarters building of Shiyad, preparing to greet the major shareholder and express his welcome with actions, was stunned for a moment, and then backed away at a faster pace.

"Come quickly, rescue the major shareholder, call the police and our mercenaries, and have them catch the sniper!"

(End of this chapter)