A helicopter flew from Chicago to the West Coast of Seattle at top speed.
Schreyer, covered in dust from the helicopter ride, arrived at the yacht and entered the negotiation room, ignoring the presence of numerous North American capitalists and elites, as well as the serious and rigid power trading discussions.
"I'm sorry, I really can't find the person, the police have been deployed, but it's... like finding a needle in a haystack."
With those words spoken in a very low volume by the bodyguard, the entire yacht became eerily silent, and the indoor temperature dropped suddenly.
It was in the afternoon.
The Seattle landmark buildings were enveloped in dark clouds, and it was as dark as night.
In no time, lightning and thunder roared with a violent storm directly striking the tallest building.
The yacht by the coast.
