The Storm that Sweeps Chicago

"Send someone to check out the situation on the top floor!"

The captain of the bodyguards knew that was the first thing he had to do. It was to find the scapegoat of this incident.

Where did these falling objects come from? Who had given the order?

If he could not find the culprit, as the captain of the bodyguards, he would definitely not live past the next day!

Ica's death also affected the lives of countless people.

The eldest daughter of the Chicago Corporation was smashed into a pile of mud.

The man sitting on the throne of the Chicago Corporation would never let the murderer go!

The captain of the bodyguards was clear about Old Ian's methods. This man who made his fortune, had become the leading figure of Chicago. His hands were covered in blood.

Once such a person made a move, if Old Ian made a move...

If the captain could not find the scapegoat, he would need buy a plane ticket out of the country now. Otherwise, the life of a scumbag was nothing to Old Ian.

A huge storm was about to sweep through Chicago.

This time, the Ian Family was facing a major disaster!

...

Just as Lott was planning his next move, the Chicago Corporation was in a mess.

Everyone in the building saw Ica being hit by a series of falling objects.

The bloody scene that followed made countless people cover their mouths.

It even made some mentally weak women faint on the spot.

That terrifying scene became a nightmare for countless people.

Many people even vomited, especially when they saw Ica being cut into countless pieces like minced meat.

The Chicago Corporation's toilets were filled with people throwing up.

Other than that, there were also some people who sensed that there was something strange.

The eldest daughter of Chicago Corporation had been killed in front of so many people.

At the same time, the heir, Ian, was paralyzed, lying on the hospital bed.

The heir and the eldest daughter were in trouble one after another. Many people were alarmed of what had happened.

"Someone wants to make a move against the Chicago Corporation!"

However, who could it be?

Many people had their guesses in their hearts.

It must be another organization that was even more powerful than the Chicago Corporation.

The actions and methods used to cause the accident had far surpassed ordinary commercial warfare. It was close to revenge.

Many people had different ideas on what was going on. All of them were terrified. They were afraid that they would be implicated in the next second.

At this time, the Logistics Director of the Chicago Corporation was eating fruits fed by a female assistant. He was looking at his computer.

This man had worked with Old Ian's for many years. He had become famous for his fighting spirit. He had also done a lot of killing and arson for Old Ian. He had also cheated many rookies like Lott over the years.

Many people claimed that they would make the man pay. In the end, they all knew the result that they could not even enter the man's house to take revenge.

The man was old, so he had no choice but to retire.

Now, the corporation had a firm foothold in Chicago. There was no need for the man to worry about anything anymore.

The man was only responsible for the corporation's daily sanitation. What could possibly happen?

Until a call came...

"The eldest miss is dead."

The first sentence made him break out in cold sweat.

As an old man of the Chicago Corporation, his first thought was revenge.

In the early years, the corporation had made countless enemies and there were also countless people who wanted to take revenge on the Ian Family.

However, the Ia Family had been strictly protected for so many years.

"How did the young miss die?"

The man eventually expressed his anger. He was still serving the Ian Family, now and in the future.

"She was killed by a cleaning device that fell from the sky."

The man's anger stopped abruptly.

"A cleaning device that fell from the sky?"

"The matter is still under investigation. You need to see the chairman when the time comes."

The other party hung up the phone right after he had finished speaking.

When the man heard the word "chairman", his legs almost went weak.

The man had his suspicion. As an old man who had watched the Chicago Corporation grown, he knew that he could sit in this position because he did not cause any trouble.

Now, the man had a connection with the eldest daughter's death.

In addition, the chairman was a very suspicious person...

...

Opposite the Chicago Corporation.

A fleet of black cars had occupied the highway.

Among them, a black bulletproof Rolls-Royce slowly appeared in everyone's line of sight.

Everyone bowed from afar and lowered their heads, not daring to make a single sound.

The person sitting inside was none other than the head of the Ian Family.

The man was the corporation's well-deserved soul figure, the overlord of Chicago's underground world.

Old Ian!

A bodyguard in black opened the back door.

Everyone saw Old man at this moment, his figure was tall and straight, with distinctive facial features.

Although Old Ian's hair had turned white, the aura he exuded was so strong that ordinary people could feel it.

Old Ian's expression was normal. It seemed that he was just here to deal with some company matters. The death of his daughter did not affect him in any way.

Surrounded by many bodyguards, Old Ian came to the place where his daughter had died.

There was a large number of terrifying marks on the ground. It was as if Ica had been hit by a missile.

The marks looked as if they had been printed on the ground.

There were still many pieces of organs around that had not been cleaned up.

This kind of scene would only appear in the sewers of a slaughterhouse.

There were even dark red blood traces that had not been cleaned up.

The cleaning crew had cleaned up two large buckets of broken pieces.

The smell of blood wafted to Old Ian.

The pile of broken pieces could no longer be pieced back together.

Old Ian looked at the deep pit. It was as if he saw his daughter's cry at the last moment.

As a hero of his generation, Old Ian had naturally seen countless bloody scenes. However, the scattered pieces still made him feel depressed.

This kind of torture-like death had fallen on his descendants.

The bodyguards stood quietly behind him.

"How's the investigation going?"

After a long time, Old Ian asked in a deep voice.

"Miss' body has been properly arranged. I hope Master won't be too sad."

The middle-aged man who was half a step behind him heard Old Ian's question and reported.

"The results are still under investigation. The preliminary conclusion is that the cleaning equipment on the roof was broken by the wind.

"According to the reports from the surrounding bodyguards, Young Miss was wandering around in front of the car with a pencil."

"A pencil?"

Old Ian frowned.

"Yes, if it weren't for that pencil, Young Miss would've gotten into the car and left."

The middle-aged man behind him paused and said.

Old Ian was expressionless at the moment and did not say a word.

However, the middle-aged man knew.

The more Old Ian wanted to kill, the calmer the man became.

Someone had to calm his anger today.