After Dior woke up, he still planned to contact Yuru first. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info She still knows too little, and it would be nice if she could dig up a little bit of news from Yuru.

"Are you saying that John Connor was trading illegally for private research?" Yuru's voice on the other end of the phone looked surprised.

"I'm contacting you because I don't know the reliability of the information, I'm not a member of the intelligence organization. Dior listened to the phone with his phone between his neck and shoulder, sorting out the weapons he had bought yesterday.

“... It's a headache, and it's hard for the Hunters to send it over, but I have a lot of information about 'there'... Listen up..."

Yuru and the Hunter Department of the Three Kingdoms know the identity of Dior's 'non-human', and the specific identities of all the mercenaries in the United Hunter Department are in the hands of Yuru alone, as long as this little girl does not have a hot brain to tell the members of the British Hunter Department the news, they will not know. The Hunters Department also serves as a detective for major cases in England and is the last backing of Queen Elizabeth I. Even if she tells the queen, she will push this to the local local government to deal with, and nothing will go forward, and without the queen's message, the hunter department will not be dispatched on a large scale.

Rather than expecting the local government to execute, it is better for Dior to act directly. Until then... Dior unpacked the ornate box containing the M500 and examined every nook and cranny of it. If that stupid-looking rich young master really has the courage to do such an 'illegal deed', then the thing he gave to Dior would not be a simple gift.

Sure enough, Dior found a postcard and a letter in the inner corner of the ornate box covered with red cloth, the narrow postcard was crowded with beautiful handwriting, it was John's handwriting, and his name was clearly written. After a cursory reading of the postcard, Dior snorted coldly.

To the effect that the Connor family had electricity for the place, pulled the water pipes, and done a lot of 'good things', when John was busy getting his degree, the forces in Manchester participated in the construction of 'social progress' with great fanfare in the case of the Connor's family's lack of management of the territory, at first John only thought that he was some ordinary real estate developers and businessmen, but when he returned to the town in his spare time, he could also feel incomprehensible about the changes here like Dior. He didn't know when Dior would return, and all he could do was leave some information, including John's testimony against Manchester.

Seamless elution too... At a time when the testimony of these local powers is even legally inadmissible in court, the testimony in John's letter is almost 'factual'. Whether it's true or not, it's now a fact, unless...

Unless Dio can kill the gun shop owner, destroy the letter, and find traces of the Connor's power deal with Manchester, he can accuse John of possible 'crimes'.

But... Is it a deal with Connor's family? Dio sneered, it was really a good invitation, at first she was still thinking about how to contact Manchester's power, now she has enough status, as for the facts or something, what can she do if she knows about it? If she can expose these illegal transactions, she may also be able to get some good 'status'.

Having made up his mind, Dior began to deal with the equipment. If you want to make a peace appearance, most of the weapons you have purchased before will not be useful... But as a 'deterrent' words...?

The buildings were as old as ever, many of the hardened oak planks were beginning to deteriorate, and the other surrounding towns had changed dramatically as early as the time when Dio went to study in the heart of Liverpool, and after finding the gun shop owner and asking the gathering place of Manchester's forces, Dior was ready to go. Covered in neon lights and filled with the smell of alcohol and cigarettes, the red-light district seems to have given a name to the town that didn't have a name, with beautiful signage welcoming travelers from afar.

The cultural accumulation of the 'gangs' left over from the Victorian period has evolved into a 'disaster' in the absence of government regulation, as a lot of money and power have been obtained. Stealing, robbing, murdering, and doing everything in the UK have always been a headache for the government. The up-and-coming town of Avar, in this era of change, Manchester's gangs/gangs have expanded their power with John's 'help'.

Former 'aristocrats' who seek pleasure, rich and powerful people, and faces seen in the newspapers may also be found here. Today, the town known as Avar has the air of a metropolis, with magnificent buildings still being built on the outskirts of the town, the era of concrete is about to arrive, and the remote town has abandoned tradition and culture for development, overthrowing the old art gallery and erecting new buildings on top of it.

In this kind of place, a blonde and blue-eyed single girl walking on such a street will inevitably receive some gaze. Revealing red-makeup women and well-mannered-looking men in formal suits on the side of the road fill this sinful town.

Dio smoked his pipe, looked at the pedestrians around him, the paratrooper knife pinned to his belt and the Colt python that he had been using all along, the M500 was hidden by her under a wide trench coat, perhaps thanks to these big guys, there were not many guys who actually came forward to talk.

"Do you know how to get White-hell?" asked a rude passer-by.

The man in the suit and leather shoes, with a lot of gray hair, looked at Dior and replied in a deep voice: "It's better for a girl like you not to go to that kind of place, prepare these big guys... You have to be careful with broken bones, and I think Webley.357 is for you. Looks like you're looking for trouble? ”

"No, I'm just going to ask them something, about my 'brother,'" Dior puffed out a puff of white smoke, "and it's my personal interest. ”

"Oh, that's disrespectful, I didn't expect the adopted daughter of the Na family, Dio Connor, to come back to such a place," the man touched his chin, his originally stiff face softened, "I met Arnold Clay for the first time, and you are more beautiful than rumored to be, and you look very young." ”

"That's a strange thing, and it would be very bad for you to get the word out of a place like this, Sir Clay, Secretary to the Minister of Administration. Dior smiled coldly, and the information that Yuru told her was still

"You too, Miss Connor. And it's not that bad, at least in Manchester, they have solved a lot of jobs here, providing thousands of jobs and a lot of tax revenue, which is a great credit. ”

Arnold turned his face, although he was 'complimenting' here, only mockery could be heard in his tone. Realizing what he had said, he took off his hat and nodded to Dior.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said it, White-hell is the biggest, palace-like place, there are no signs, I have something to attend to next, so I'll take my leave. ”

After saying that, this man who was over half a hundred years old dragged his tired pace away from this empire full of desire/hope and decay.

Dio walked slowly towards the building that Arnold had mentioned, but it was not what she expected, but no one had always 'accosted' her, and she couldn't help but doubt her own knowledge. Maybe she looks too young? She is almost no different from her six years ago, when her father died, and her body is also...

The lobby of the "White-hell" is not noisy, and the various people sitting around a small round table drinking wine look like a salon for the upper class. Occasionally, a waiter would come and whisper to one of the guests, and then take that guest to the inside of "White-hell".

Dio casually found a place and sat down, and the waiter immediately stepped forward.

"What do you need, lady?"

"A martini. ”

"Please wait, I'll be there for you right away. Also, would you like to participate in today's event, and if so, please tell me your name and there will be a waiter to greet you. ”

"It's my first time here, so if it's convenient, let's introduce it casually. She cleaned her pipe and filled it with spices.

"Yes, ma'am. We at "White-hell" hold an event once a week, and there are several auctions and tastings. ”

"Dio Connor, that martinis is free. ”

She took out a match and lit her pipe, and the green smoke rising again enveloped her in smoke, and the waiter stepped back in response, the waiter seemed a little hurried than he had been when he had entertained Dior. And she was not greeted by a waiter, but a figure that Dior did not expect at all, a member of the Skull and Bones Guild who had been hostile to her several times and was 'killed' twice by her, Raman.

The first time she saw him, Dio put her hand on the gun at her waist, and she quickly understood what it was all about, and she snorted coldly at Raman's playful eyes.

"It's been a long time, and it's an unexpected time to see each other again. Raman held a martini and a glass of sherry and placed it in front of Dior.

"Looks like you're a monster too. "Dio now understands this guy's willingness to survive.

"We're just sympathetic, and I've been asked by a friend to apologize to you, hoping that the past hostility based on position isn't enough to make you hate me to the core. ”

There is no hatred in the bones, but the grudge cannot be simply revealed.

"It looks like the country is going to be finished, and you're left to move around without even noticing," said Dio, sneering, "who is that friend you're talking about? Let me guess that his name is John Connor, and he is my titular brother. ”

"With cover, it's not difficult to go unnoticed, and besides, I've seen me alive, and in fact there are only two of you," Rahman shook the sherry in his glass, "Since you're here, why don't you come and see the vast empire that your brother built when you didn't know anything?"