After arriving at the Lang Son City Police Station, Griffith walked along the street. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It didn't take long for the sky to shine and there were pedestrians on the road. Griffith sat down at a small stall on the side of the street and ordered a bite to eat.

After breakfast, he continued along the street, and as he passed the newsstand, he bought a newspaper of the day and a map. As he walked further, he met a little boy who sold flowers, twenty-five dollars a piece, a little more expensive, and Griffith bought one casually.

At the end of the path traveled by the Great Demon, not far from his current location, the No. 106 Ring Bus from Lang Son City pulled into the station, and it was just half past seven in the morning.

Griffith, wearing a gentleman's hat and a black trench coat, put some shellfish dollars in the coin box when the door opened. When he got into the car, he sat down by the window, and then the car started up, and he took out the newspaper he had just bought this morning and began to read.

Then the car went seven or eight stops, and there were many people going up and down in the bus compartment, but in general there were still more people, so the carriage became more and more crowded.

So when Griffith finished reading the morning newspaper, folded it according to the traces, and looked up, the entire carriage was already full of people, and there were even a few people standing not far from Griffith because they had nowhere to sit and pull on the handrails. Most of these people are office workers, some of them have worried eyes, obviously they have just woken up, and their heads that shake irregularly with the car make people feel a little real and amiable in life.

Then Griffith opened the map he had bought from the newspaper, and he placed the folded newspaper underneath the map, and took off his gentleman's hat from his head, and placed it on his left leg, along with a thin black-trimmed cane.

In front of bus No. 106, one stop away, is a station called Xinmatun. Ten minutes later, Griffith was standing under the bus stop sign in New Matun, holding a map in one hand and looking up at the sign.

He looked at it in that position for a moment, blinked, and then stood there and looked around. The sun had risen at this time, and although the temperature was a little low, the light was still dazzling.

The man standing under the bus sign whispered something, as if there were some words of resentment and swearing. He stood still in the sunlight for a moment, and when a new round of buses came from afar, and a student in a blue uniform ran around the corner, the man finally put away the newspaper, put on his hat, and walked away.

Near nine o'clock, Mitsumasa Tokugawa called and told him something about the progress on his side, and Griffith also told him about his side, and the two sides talked to each other for a while before hanging up.

What Griffith is currently waiting for is a man named Old Jack, an expatriate outcast, an outsider who has a criminal file and a miserable resume. He has been invited into the bureau more than 20 times, and has been arrested many times for robbery, extortion and theft, including car theft and intentional wounding, so he has also spent a lot of time in prison. Xinmatun is a little famous in the local area.

At present, the well-known bully will face a new round of charges in the near future, that is, the crime of human trafficking. And the reason why it is not now is because the officials of Lang Son have not yet been able to find enough evidence to prove the connection between Old Jack and Black Gold. Of course, there are also intentions of the police to deliberately put a long line to catch big fish.

Griffith had originally intended to follow Old Jack to find the location of his true owner, Black Gold, but according to reliable sources, Old Jack had disappeared for a week in New Matun. The last person to see him was a fellow man, and the time was Saturday last week.

According to the man, the last place where Old Jack was seen was a bar, and he was sitting alone at the bar drinking, and then a man in a black trench coat sat next to Old Jack, and they talked for a while. About half an hour later, the man in the black trench coat was gone, and Old Jack sat alone until the hotel closed, and he was drunk before leaving.

For the next week, Old Jack disappeared like air from everyone's sight.

Griffith stretched out his arms and fumbled for a while. He looked at the middle-aged man who was nervously rubbing his hands on the other side and provided information, took out five hundred shell dollars, and pressed it on the table.

"Mr. Le Van Hung, the story is very exciting, take the money, these ...... You deserve it. The demon straightened his clothes and brought the black gloves back into his palm. He pulled his chair away, stood up, grabbed his hat in his left hand, and turned away, apparently preparing to leave.

After a second, the man turned his face away, his gaze level, his black hat slowly pressing down over his hairline.

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Le Van Hung, although the story is good, it's better not to let too many people know."

By the time Griffith came out of the bar, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon, and the weather in New Martin was fine today, but the big demon had to consider renting a hotel for the night. This is Xinmatun in Langshan, there is a lot of traffic, if you go too late, the famous Pinjin Cave 'No. 3 Imperial Hotel' in Xinmatun can not book a location.

Old Jack's disappearance for no apparent reason was of course bad news for Griffith, and it made his original plan to go down the drain in an instant. But Griffith didn't believe that Old Jack had left New Martin, and he suddenly became so cautious that he didn't even show up for a week, on the one hand, there may be pressure from the police, and on the other hand, it should be from the headquarters, that is, the black gold organization, deliberately raised.

What would be the thing that could make the headquarters send someone to contact the old Jack to mention something, for an organization like Black Gold, of course, it was a big deal - a big deal in human trafficking.

And this is exactly the good news that Griffith and the head of the Tokugawa family want to tell in a telephone conversation, a good news about human trafficking.

“…… Kindness...... Tokugawa, that black gold connector is hiding...... Well, well, I don't know how long it will take him to come back...... Ha, don't worry man, I know why he's hiding, because he's going to do some preparation for the big deal in the last few days, and he's working with a group of Arabs who are trafficking in human organs, and their head is Faisal ibn Bond Abdul Rahman...... Ha? You ask me how I know, because I'm standing in the middle of this group of Arabs! ”

In room 703 of the No. 3 Imperial Hotel in the famous Pinjin Cave in New Matun, Griffith was talking about something with a gun in one hand and a phone in the other. He was wearing a black trench coat and the gun in his hand hung low. Around the room centered on him, a circle of men dressed in Arabic white clothes and wearing white turbans held their heads and trembled on the ground.

There were about seven of these Arabs, all men, mostly between 30 and 40 years old. Their heads, the fellows named Faisal ibn Bond Budul Rahman and a bunch of other suffixes, were at Griffith's feet, trampled on the back by the demon and prostrate on the ground.

This man claimed to be the chief of a tribe in Arabia, and he had a brother named Saud ibn Bond Abdul Rahman or something, a tribal warrior, a guardian, and a man of great courage. But by this time he was dead, and the body was lying face down under the red coffee table in the hall, and from Griffith's point of view, only the white shirt soaked red in blood could be seen.

The man who had quickly managed to get rid of the seven big men in the house within two minutes of breaking down the door was talking loudly with his mobile phone. The person on the other side of the phone who was talking to him was also a man, and the voice on the phone was faint but not clear. After the man had spoken for a while, the man named Griffith spoke: "...... Oh, well, don't worry. A total of seven people, biu, caught them all...... Hey, yes. And guess what, when I came in, they hid and tried to sneak up on me. What a TM talent, sneak up on me with a gun......"

After the man said this, his body suddenly turned around, aimed at his back, and shot with a 'bang'.

In front of him, that is, in the place behind him, a middle-aged man named Hamda was shot through the head with a shot, and the black pistol that he had managed to quietly pick up in his hand smashed heavily on the wooden floor, making a 'bang' sound.

The big demon continued to turn forward in the tight timeline tonight, and half an hour later, Griffith, who had obtained the information, walked out of room 703 of the 'Three Imperial Hotel'. He gently closed the door, holding the room card for room 703 in the other hand. When I walked through the dark vent in the corridor that led to nowhere, my right hand was raised, and the small card with the word 703 on it flew in with a 'boom', drifting somewhere.

After tackling the Arab criminal gang, Griffith returned to his room. He actually lives next door to Room 703 and is an official customer of Room 701 of the famous 'Imperial Hotel No. 3' in Xinmatun.

However, the 'honorable' status did not solve the problem of food and clothing, and Griffith returned to his room, and after taking a shower and changing clothes, the sky outside the window had already darkened.

A large, silent clock ticked on the walls of Room 701 of the Imperial Hotel No. 3, and as the clock ticked to a quarter past seven in the evening, Griffith decided to go out for a bite to eat.

The big demon who came out of the room raised his head and looked at the bright full moon that was gradually rising, and narrowed his eyes. Tonight was a quiet and peaceful night, and tomorrow night will be too.

The cold and refreshing night breeze, the pedestrians rushing by, the couples laughing in the dark, the branches shaken by the wind, and the few birds standing on the branches to write the tone for the peace of the night......

But the night after tomorrow......

Not really.

……

On Friday night in the town of San Matun, Lang Son, the eighth day that Old Jack 'hid' himself.

The man had dressed himself in a new suit half an hour earlier, and he was wearing a pair of Gucci leather shoes, which were of exquisite workmanship and made of rare rhinoceros leather, which was given to him by the man known as Black Gold himself the year before. The old man has always been reluctant to wear it, but today, it is clearly time to make the best use of it.