Tom has been staying at home since the thrilling night on the hunting grounds, watching the news or watching the 22-person channel on TV. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Tom was taking a nap at noon that day, and Rita gently woke him up and said that there was a visitor. Tom rubbed his sleepy eyes, who would come to visit at noon? Rita didn't know her, only said that she was a fat white man.

Tom jumped out of bed, got dressed, washed his face, and went downstairs. The white fat man sat quietly on the leather sofa, looking at this luxurious villa, and nodded incessantly. Hearing the footsteps of the stairs on the second floor, the white fat man stood up and turned around, revealing his trademark smile.

"Hehe, Mr. Cologne, I'm sorry to disturb your good dreams!" the fat white man bowed respectfully.

Tom was stunned for a moment, and then quickly covered it up with a smile, "It turned out that the life-saving benefactor arrived, Rita, why didn't you go to make tea?"

"Don't dare to be, Mr. Cologne is serious!"

Tom walked over to the fat white man, and the two sat down, and Rita poured her tea and withdrew. Tom gestured to taste it, then smiled and asked, "I was so frightened that day that I didn't even ask my benefactor's name, what a sin!"

"Oh, Mr. Cologne, don't say that. Tom was puzzled by the deference shown by the white fat man, and listened to the white fat man continue: "In Lower Bell Berryman, now the palace is the housekeeper!"

"Oh," Tom was shocked, "it's Lord Berryman, it's disrespectful, disrespectful, I hope you'll forgive me!" Tom got up from his chair and held the fat white man's hand tightly in thanks, while the doubts in his heart intensified. He remembered what had happened in Barnard's system all those years ago, and if the fat man was the housekeeper, then the tall man must have been an amazing man as well. Thinking of this, Tom subconsciously touched the key around his neck, and this action was seen by LaBelle in his eyes, and he was even more convinced of his guess.

"Hehe, Mr. Cologne, you are so polite. I'm just a small manager, usually managing miscellaneous things, and it's too late for others to avoid me, lest I defile their hearing and hearing. It's touching that you treat me so sincerely!"

Tom patted him on the shoulder to comfort him, "They only value appearances and judge people by their appearance, we don't have to take it to heart, so why bother ourselves with other people's prejudices?"

"You're so right!" LaBelle wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and then smiled, "I'm sorry to make you smile." Don't talk about those unhappy things, I'm here today, in fact, I have something to do!"

Tom motioned for LaBelle to sit down, "If you have anything to say, if I can do it, I will help!"

LaBelle nodded, "Actually, it can't be regarded as a help, I have a business, I don't know if Mr. Cologne is willing?"

"Oh, tell me about it?"

―――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――― Zhanfei stood next to the fire pit caused by the bomb, his fists clenched and made a snapping sound. The flames in the pit were still burning, bubbling with a thick black disgust, mixed with the smell of burnt limbs of unknown acquaintances. Zhanfei has been standing quietly for almost two hours.

The wind rose in Erlong Mountain, and the wind blew on Zhanfei's body and into his ears. He could still seem to hear the screams of pain, the helpless struggles, and the heart-rending pleadings of the people when the explosion occurred. Zhanfei took a deep breath, hoping that through this, he could experience the despair of the people at that time. However, nothing was left in the wind.

"Zhanfei, let's go!" said Bren, the deputy leader of the Erlongshan Special Operations Group, as he walked over.

Zhanfei turned around and saw the plaster cast on Bren's arm at a glance. He is the only one left of all the officials of the Erlongshan Special Operations Department, and there are only a few survivors. He patted Bren on the shoulder, said nothing, and walked towards the Operations headquarters.

Although the Erlongshan Special Operations Division is only an insignificant sub-office in the entire Interstellar Freedom Alliance, it plays an unimaginable role. Under the work of the Special Operations Division, nearly 10,000 congregations have been developed, and these poor people have had enough of being exploited and are ready to rise up and resist. However, a heavy blow fell from the sky.

The two entered the building, where a small part remained, and there were already a dozen people waiting. As soon as the two appeared, all eyes were focused on Zhanfei, and even a few strong men rushed up directly to make a move, but they were all stopped by Bren.

"Gondor, stop!" said Bren, the big man in front of him was two meters tall, and his whole body trembled.

"Bren, don't favor this guy, he's just Snood's lackeys, they've been corrupted by the money and power of the noble dogs, I'm going to clean up the portal for the Alliance!" The flesh on Gondor's face quivered, and two bull's eyes stared at Zhanfei.

"Yes, clean up the portal!"

"The Alliance doesn't need such lackeys!"

"That's right!"

As soon as Gondor's words came out, everyone chimed in.

"Gondor, don't mess around," at this time, the uniformed man who had been sitting in the corner stood up, and as soon as he spoke, everyone fell silent, even the angry Gondor stopped growling, "It's a guest, at least you have to show politeness!"

Zhanfei knew this person, Tomman was the most powerful intelligence officer in the Special Operations Division, and he was nicknamed "Night Cat". He glanced at everyone present, then looked at Tommen, "I don't know why you hate me so much and want to break me to pieces. But do you hate me more than you do against those who kill our countrymen, and I think you ought to take this anger out on your enemies, and not on killing each other!"

"You're not one of ours at all, so why kill each other?" retorted the little man.

Zhan Fei glanced at him, ignored it, and continued: "Whatever your father-in-law does, there is a reason for it, you only see the surface but don't think deeply, you will only scream and bite people everywhere, it's a shame that there are more of you in the alliance!"

"What did you say?" Gondor became even more angry when he heard this, and slammed Bren away and rushed towards Zhanfei.

Zhanfei didn't squint, his body flashed slightly, dodged Gondor's powerful punch, and flew up and kicked Gondor in the lower ribs. A bone snapped and Gondor's massive body fell backwards a few meters away, slamming heavily into the ruins of the building, sending a puff of smoke and dust flying. Then came the groans of Gondor.

The scene that happened just now was almost in the blink of an eye, and before everyone could react to what was going on, Zhanfei struck while the iron was hot, "This time, I'm not here to teach you a lesson, but I want you to teach those bastards a lesson!" No one spoke, Zhanfei turned to Bren and asked, "Team Leader Bren, have you found out who did it?"

Brun was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly said: "It was done by a group of thugs, it must have been instructed by others, and the mastermind behind it has not been found out!"

"Where are the little gangsters now?" Zhan Fei asked coldly.

"Shut up in the basement!"

The explosion razed the interrogation room above the basement, which was originally used by the Intelligence Section of the Special Operations Service for the interrogation of prisoners. The basement was dark and smelled of damp and moldy decay. There are a total of six cells on either side of the passage along the basement, all divided by rigid steel bars.

Zhan Fei looked at the man covered in bruises in the innermost cell, and Bren ordered someone to drag him out. The man, skinny, almost skinny, was taken to the makeshift interrogation room at the door, where he was tied to a cross stake. The blood stains on the stake were not yet dry and sticky.

With all this done, everyone else went out, and only Bren and Tomman were present. Zhanfei walked up to the man, he looked dying, but Zhanfei didn't think so.

"What you have to do now is to cooperate, if not......" He was just halfway through his sentence when the man suddenly raised his head and spat a mouthful of bloody phlegm onto Zhanfei's face.

"You!"

Zhanfei stopped Bren and squinted at Tomman, his playful smile on his face, as if he was watching the excitement. The corners of Zhanfei's mouth curled slightly, coughed, picked up a knife from the table next to him, spun it around in his hand, and then slowly placed it on the man's arm.

"Hehehe, I've seen all the bombs, what can a knife do to me?" the man sneered.

Zhanfei didn't think so, and with a glance of his mouth, the knife slowly moved on the man's arm. He moved so slowly that if you didn't look closely, it was as if he hadn't moved. However, the blood that gradually flowed from the man's arm already indicated that Zhanfei was moving.

The interrogation room was silent, except for the breathing of a few people, the sound of knives cutting through skin and blood vessels. As Zhanfei enlarged the wound on the man's arm, the knife began to penetrate and touch the man's bones.

"Ahh

Zhanfei was unmoved, and with slow and even force, the knife cut through the flesh and made a grinding sound on the surface of the man's bones. Tomman's eyes were round, and the sound made him hairy and goosebumps. He glanced at Bren, who was also pale.

"I say, I say!" the man finally held on, shouting.