However, they ignore the important fact that the regulators of the imperial financial markets have long been on high alert for this high-frequency trading behavior.

Just a day after their algorithmic trading was launched, financial regulators spotted unusual trading patterns and acted quickly.

Regulators have imposed strict restrictions on high-frequency trading and have conducted investigations into the accounts involved.

This blow shattered Francis and Renard's strategy in an instant, and they not only failed to make the expected profits, but suffered huge losses as a result!

Francis and Renard looked at each other, and the shock in their hearts was beyond words.

They originally thought that they would be able to easily manipulate the Xia stock market with the help of high-tech means this time, but they did not expect to be defeated by the iron fist of the Xia country's regulators in the end.

This well-planned financial war ended in their fiasco.

The news turmoil was like a sudden storm, which pushed Great China Group to the forefront.

The newspaper headline in Francis's hand reported the group's fiasco, and between the lines it was mockery and disdain.

The whispers of colleagues in the industry and the ridicule of them undoubtedly poured salt in Francis's already irritated heart.

His anger was like a volcano about to erupt, but it had to be suppressed in the face of the coldness of reality.

He knew that what he needed now was calmness, not useless anger.

Just then, the phone rang sharply, and the name "Renard" jumped on the display.

Francis took a deep breath and picked up the phone.

"Francis," Renard's voice sounded a little cold, "I think we need to talk. ”

Francis's heart sank, and he sensed that something might not be good, "Renard, what's wrong?" ”

"I've seen the news lately," Renard said bluntly, "that the image of Great China Group has had a negative impact on our investments, and you know, what we investors value most is image and credibility, and now, both of them have been severely damaged." ”

Francis hurriedly argued: "Renard, it was just a misunderstanding, and we are already trying to make amends-"

"Redemption?" Renard interrupted him, "The market won't wait for you to recover, and neither will the investors, I'm sorry, Francis, but we've decided to withdraw for the sake of the company's interests." ”

Francis's heart was cold, he knew that he couldn't show the slightest panic at the moment, "Renard, please give us a little time, I believe we have the ability to deal with this crisis." ”

"When?" Renard's voice revealed an unquestionable determination, "Time is money, Francis, and in the current situation, every minute we wait is a loss. ”

Francis was about to say something, but a busy tone was already coming from the other end of the line.

He slowly put down the phone and faced the empty office, anger and helplessness in his heart.

He knew that this storm had just begun.

The news of the divestment was like another punch that caught him off guard.

But he also knows that shopping malls are like battlefields, and there are no permanent enemies or permanent friends, only eternal interests.

Great China Group is facing unprecedented challenges.

……

Joan Island.

Villa by the sea.

Francis stared silently at the shoreline as the sun set, his eyes deep and helpless.

Suddenly, the door behind him slowly opened with a "creak", and a man in a floral shirt and beach pants, a white round hat, and sunglasses walked in leisurely.

That man was John.

"Francis, I heard that Renard divested?" John took off his sunglasses, revealing his sharp eyes, "How is Dahuaxia going to fight back now?" ”

Francis took a deep breath and frowned, "These Wall Street foxes want to slip away at the slightest hint of trouble, I called you here to discuss something with you." ”

John walked over to Francis and sat down, waiting for the following.

"I need you to wield the power of the Flower of Darkness in the Empire," Francis's voice was low but firm, "to carry out the assault on the summer night." ”

John looked at him in shock, "But the Dark Flower is not a killer organization!" ”

"I know," Francis sighed, "but we have no choice now, Summer Nights has become a major problem for us and must be eliminated as soon as possible, and the Dark Flower has the Empire's best agents and the most stealthy network of operations, which is our advantage." ”

John was silent for a moment, his brow furrowed, "This is no small matter, do you know what that means?" ”

"Of course I know," Francis nodded, "but the situation is urgent, we must act, the existence of the summer night has seriously threatened our interests, and we cannot sit idly by." ”

He patted John on the shoulder, "Think about how you rose step by step in the business war back then, didn't you face difficulties every time, and then find a way out?" ”

"Although the Dark Flower is not a professional killer organization, I have never doubted your ability."

John was lost in thought, knowing that Francis's decision would not be easily changed.

He began to weigh the pros and cons, and finally nodded, "Okay, I'll arrange for the best person to handle this." ”

Francis smiled, believing that John would be able to get the job done.

The two sat side by side, looking at the sunset and the coastline, full of determination and anticipation.

This contest has just begun.

……

At night, an unknown force lurks in the shadows of the Empire.

Flower of Darkness.

Although it is not a professional killer organization, its tentacles are unusually wide in the black industry chain.

The interweaving of money, power, and information has made the Flower of Darkness deeply entrenched in the Empire.

John acted quickly, and he issued a secret order in the Dark Flower's internal network.

Soon, a top killer answered his call.

The killer, codenamed "Ghost", made a name for himself in the Empire's underworld.

In a dimly lit chamber, John sits face-to-face with the "ghost". John handed over a photo, "That's your goal, Summer Night." ”

"Ghost" took the photo, glanced at it, and then said lightly: "I see." ”

His voice was calm and cold, as if he was saying something that was all too commonplace.

Even though it was only a brief exchange, John could feel the powerful aura emanating from the "ghost".

He is well aware that the "ghost" not only has superb assassination skills, but also has rigorous professionalism and cool judgment.

"If you need any help, just ask." John said.

"A good knife and a quiet night will suffice." The ghost's answer was simple and direct, and his eyes revealed absolute confidence in the mission.