"Who is he?"
Inside a black sedan parked by the roadside, Mendel Stromm took the photos from his bodyguard and flipped through them one by one.
They were close-up shots of Max, along with stills from the security cameras at the accident site. The shattered Electric Eel Tank and the corpse charred like a piece of coal were crystal clear.
"Max Dillon, electrical engineer. No family, though he seems to have some kind of connection with Lee Stein. He's responsible for gathering surveillance data for the power grid we're developing. This man..."
The tall white bodyguard, wearing a wired earpiece, gave his report in an even tone. At the end, he seemed to search for the right words, pausing before offering his assessment: "He's a nobody."
"Harry's taken over. Wall Street is very worried. We need to find a way to get rid of him."
Mendel Stromm looked away from the photos and calmly raised his eyes to the windshield. "And now, if the media get wind of this accident, the company's stock will plummet. Make sure Mr. Dillon stays a nobody."
The tall white bodyguard merely nodded and said nothing. He pulled out his phone and started dialing.
"He might still be useful to us someday."
Having finished giving his instructions, Mendel Stromm lowered his head and continued flipping through the photos absentmindedly, lost in thought as he muttered to himself.
"Mr. Stromm, we may have a little trouble..."
Not long after making the call, the bodyguard lowered the phone from his ear and turned to Mendel Stromm. "Lee Stein is at the company right now, and he's stopping our people from cleaning up the scene."
"Give me the phone. I'll talk to him!"
Mendel Stromm frowned and snatched the phone from the bodyguard.
One minute earlier, at