Strongest Soldier King

It's dawn, in the office of the Director of the Gambling City Police Headquarters, Max was looking at the report with a cold face. His charming assistant secretary stood by, afraid to speak. In the secretary's memory, Max had never been this angry. After a while, Max finished reading the report in his hand, looked up, and stared out the window at the towering buildings. The rising sun reflected on the glass curtain walls, casting a charming halo.

"Have you confirmed the identity of the deceased?" Max suddenly said coldly.

"We can't find any information. It's as if they appeared out of thin air in Gambling City." The secretary quickly replied.

"How could anyone appear out of thin air in Gambling City? Investigate it thoroughly. I need to know who they are. How dare they attack the police station; this is an act of terrorism. They are terrorists. Tell everyone below to investigate to the end. I must know who they are!" Max shouted angrily.

"Yes." The secretary quickly agreed, her lips pouting, wearing an aggrieved expression.

Seeing the secretary's look, Max's heart softened, and his tone was somewhat eased, saying: "I'm not angry with you, but this matter is too serious. The higher-ups are already paying attention, and we must give them an explanation. According to the surveillance, the people who attacked the police station and the one shot dead on the desert highway are the same, with no evidence showing they aren't the same person. Therefore, find out their identities, see which terrorist organization intends to harm us, and close the case quickly, to maintain order in Gambling City."

The secretary nodded knowingly and quickly said, "Yes, I will notify the relevant departments at once. We can close the case now and investigate slowly later. Do you think this is acceptable?"

"Hmm, go ahead." Max nodded with satisfaction.

As soon as the secretary left, Max stood up abruptly, his previously softened expression now frosty, and he gritted his teeth, saying: "The Song family, it must be the Song family's doing." With that, he dialed a number.

It wasn't long before the call connected, and a smooth voice laughed: "Good morning, Director. Is there anything I can do to help? Please feel free to instruct me."

"I wouldn't dare give you instructions." Max went straight to the point, "I want to know something, the one who died on the desert highway, have you heard about it? Are those two deceased your people? I hope you will tell the truth."

"Director, you're joking. I've heard about the matter; it's all over the news. I would know. I'm an honest businessman; how could they be my people? They should be terrorists or assassins, right? Who knows? Such people deserve to die; why get angry at them? Just use them to close the case." The other party laughed calmly, as if the matter genuinely had nothing to do with them.

Listening to the other party's words, Max was sure the matter was related to them. He also sharply picked up on implicit meanings, also caring about the other party's attitude. He sneered and said, "If that's the case, best. I don't want any more trouble later."

"What trouble can dead people bring? Director, you're joking. Discussing this early in the morning is unsuitable. Are you free at noon? I arranged for some people to play a few rounds, prepared some chips for you, and hope you can honor me with your presence?" the other party said with a smile.

Max smiled contentedly. Although he confirmed the deceased were the other party's people, seeing how the other party handled things made him unwilling to pursue it further. After all, someone would take the fall, and the other party wouldn't expose it. All parties could benefit financially, so he laughed: "That's great, I will surely be on time."

After ending the call, Max began arranging to close the case, putting all the blame on the deceased. Regarding how the deceased died, it had nothing to do with the police station attack. It would be investigated separately, providing an explanation to the higher-ups.

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In a presidential suite of a certain luxury hotel, a middle-aged man with the surname Song also hung up the phone, his face dark enough to drip water, coldly looking at the trusted aide standing in front of him, scolding: "Weren't you supposed to arrange everything? Is this the kind of person you arranged? Incapable of achieving anything; only causing problems."

"Fourth Master, we overlooked an issue." The other party said without changing expression.

"What issue? If you can't say, I won't spare you." The middle-aged man coldly scolded.

"Yes." The other party quickly agreed and respectfully continued to add: "We overlooked their skills. Those two assassins had excellent gun skills, which I have witnessed. The sneak attack still allowed the target to escape, indicating the target's strength is greater than the people we've found. We must change our strategy."

"No wonder our family repeatedly loses to the duo. It seems this is the key." The middle-aged man said coldly, falling into contemplation, his face changing unpredictably.

After a while, the middle-aged man suddenly asked: "What means do you propose?"

"We can't use the police line anymore. Continue using assassins, but the method must change. I suggest using poison; I will arrange this detail carefully. Please rest assured, Fourth Master." The other party quickly said.

"Remember, our opportunities are limited. All these actions are carried out behind the family's back. Once the family finds out, the situation might get out of control, so you must act quickly. This time I secretly used Elder Er's men without the family knowing. If the task succeeds, fine; but if it fails, you and I will take the fall. Understand?" The middle-aged man instructed coldly.

"Understood. So, I suggest you with Elder Er's people┅┅" The other party said, making a throat-cutting gesture. Seeing the middle-aged man about to get angry, he hastily explained: "Fourth Master, I'm not being ruthlessly unprincipled, but considering your safety. If it fails, we will have no room to maneuver. If we get rid of Elder Er's people, no one will know that all of this was done by us, and there's a way to shift the blame cleanly."

The middle-aged man immediately thought of covering up a murder, feeling a bit tempted. The other party, capturing the middle-aged man's expression, continued: "Fourth Master, think about it. Elder Er's people were secretly used under his name without his knowledge. As soon as he connects with Elder Er and tells the story, it will be all exposed. As you said, success brings all good things; failure leaves you guilty of acting on your own."

"Hmm, what you said makes sense. You've not let down my trust. Leave it to you." The middle-aged man said coldly. After the other party swiftly left, he continued to talk to himself: "Song Tao, the fight between the two of us, victory or defeat will be decided in this battle. Let's see if fortune is still on your side." He said, his determined eyes turning cold, with a gloomy murderous aura.

The middle-aged man poured himself a glass of red wine, ready to drink it when suddenly his trusted aide rushed in. His face darkened, about to scold, but suddenly saw another person following behind his aide, and his face changed drastically, awkwardly greeting, "Why are you here?"