"You guys, you still have the face to come back."

The heroic voice echoed in the main hall of the Lubacher Chamber of Commerce. The bear-tall man in a beige suit sarcastically mocked the mafia in front of him. The leader was the two people who were escorted away by the garrison.

"It took Domira to bail you out, do you know? Causing such a big [harmony] trouble and dredging up those councillors has wasted a lot of effort. ”

The mafia was silent, and they didn't dare to come out.

"Forget it. Lao Tzu has repeatedly told it, don't get into trouble......"

An unmotivated voice suggested.

It seems that the handsome man who is still sleeping is lying on the sofa without any image, with a cigarette in his mouth.

"And I also used the things of the Karuman consortium, how much thought did it take to suppress this matter...... If it weren't for the war with the Black Moon, I would definitely have to make you eat an extra year and a half in prison! The bear-like strong man hated that iron could not be made of steel.

Of course, it is impossible to do what Vincent said, after all, now is the time to employ people, and if it weren't for the lack of manpower, Rubacher would not have chosen to fish out the two imprisoned people so quickly.

Moreover, strict regulations may increase combat effectiveness, but they can also lead to unconvincing. The current Rubacher doesn't have time to mess up.

The man in the beige suit, who looks like a big bear, is none other than Rubaccher's second-in-command, the former hunter known as the "Killing War Bear", Garcia Rossi. The guy who is not motivated is Rubacheri's third-in-command after Garcia, "Madness" Vincent.

The mere fact that the two of them stayed here made the air violent and murderous, and the mafia couldn't help but shiver.

"Yes, I'm sorry, deputy leader, we didn't expect the police to be there......"

"I didn't expect it...... Lao Tzu had already let you miscellaneous people watch for me, right? That spy or something. Vincent casually snuffed out the half-smoked cigarette butt in his mouth and threw it at the mafia as a hidden weapon.

"yes, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"

Right now, they can't do anything but apologize.

Looking at their panicked looks, Garcia only felt ridiculous. However, García can still understand them: "It's the 'Special Mission Support Section', I didn't expect it to be connected to the 'Black Moon', amazing, this hand is really wonderful......"

Garcia clenched her fists in indignation, her knuckles rattling. was put on a swing by the black moon, which made him extremely unhappy. And now, he can't wait to personally lead the team to eliminate that new department. "The bastard in black......"

"Forget it, Garcia. We don't need to be so hasty. Let's just make the black moon proud for a while. ”

The man's voice stopped Garcia. No matter how you listen to this voice, it is a cunning voice that can only be found after a long business war. His speech and demeanor were full of trust in Rubacher and the tactfulness characteristic of superiors.

Looking at the sound, it was a round man, probably in his fifties, the top of his head was completely bald, and the oily top of his head and fat belly were only available to those who had no worries about food and clothing. He wears a purple suit and holds a cigar in his hand. He is the leader of the Rubacher Chamber of Commerce and President Markney.

Hearing President Markney's words, even Garcia had to put away her temper.

"It is true that we have not only lost a republican purchase channel this time, but we have also been put on the side by the Black Moon, but don't forget, we still have the big backer of Speaker Harman behind us. We still have irreplaceable advantages in Crossbell. ”

"But, President! Only 'that man' can't do it! That man is an absolutely dangerous existence. Moreover, he is still colluding with the police, which will definitely become a huge obstacle! ”

Garcia's voice was a little impatient, he was the one who knew best how terrifying [that man], the black-clad assassin [Silver] hired by the Black Moon. Although the two of them won and lost in a head-to-head confrontation, if Silver wanted to assassinate President Markney, even Garcia was not sure that he would be able to protect him. Hearing that the president still seemed to be very contemptuous of Black Moon, Garcia couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

"Oh, are you talking about the killer who played you a few days ago? I didn't expect to be able to compete with the battle-hardened original chasessers. Li Cao's guy, compared to throwing no less money into it. ”

"Hey, fat pig, shut up Lao Tzu if you're not a combatant......" Vincent retorted with some dissatisfaction. He and Garcia were also hunters, and he felt a fire in the face of President Markney's somewhat mocking tone. How could a layman understand the hardships of an insider, and it was not something that could be done by anyone casually to make a former hunter like Garcia feel deflated.

Everyone was shocked, but they didn't expect Vincent to dare to be so rude to the president. Garcia also felt that this subordinate had gone too far. But President Markney patted his round belly, pinched a lump of fat by the way, and smiled, not minding.

Of course, he is the one who can rule the underground world of Crossbell, if someone else can provoke him to lose his mind by saying "fat pig", he would have disappeared in various secret wars.

"I'm sorry, I don't really know how strong he is, but with you and Garcia, I'm relieved. Besides, I also have a strategy for the Black Moon, and the test of the military dog is also complete, right? I believe that I won't lose to Black Moon in the future. ”

President Markney decisively admitted his mistake. An excellent superior can always clearly know the true meaning of his subordinates' words. Vincent, though disrespectful, was also worried that President Markney would be careless. The president will not be so ignorant as to get angry because his subordinates care about him.

Hearing President Markney apologize, and that he had given himself and Garcia a slight hand, Vincent yawned and stopped talking.

"Speaking of which, you used the Karumon Foundation's trial supplies, right? How does it feel? President Markney suddenly thought of this detail. Although it was used by his subordinates on their own initiative, causing a lot of trouble for themselves, such as Speaker Harman officially expressing his dissatisfaction, but since this fact has been established, Markney wants to use it as much as possible.

"This ...... The firepower is top-notch. Probably three or four times the firepower of the latest machine guns at the moment, and the recoil is minimal. Although the gun looks heavy, the actual weight doesn't feel too prominent. The gun grenades equipped are also of the high-explosive type. To sum it up, the performance is absolutely top-notch. ”

The mafia, who had used a heavy machine gun before, said cautiously, for fear that something would be wrong and make his boss angry.

"I see, it sounds like an epoch-making weapon, I really don't know how the Karuman consortium did it. Thankfully, they sell weapons regardless of the target. President Markney sighed meaninglessly and pulled the topic back up. In recent times, I have tried not to show up in public as much as possible. We need to prioritize and prioritize next month's auction. ”

When Garcia heard this, his heart sank. Even Vincent, a lazy fellow, had a serious expression on his face. Almost simultaneously, they replied, "Yes, we understand." ”

"Whether it's the police, the guerrillas, or the Black Moon, no matter who it is, can't disrupt my auction. You have developed a foolproof security system for me, and there must be no mistakes! At the mention of [Auction], the sleek expression on President Markney's face became serious. It can be seen that he attaches great importance to this auction.

"Yes!"

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At the same time, in the living room of the Carumen consortium, the walls of the white-lacquered walls were painted with warm colors by giant luxury chandeliers in the style of a medieval aristocracy.

Strictly speaking, this kind of chandelier made of pure gold and using candles is not efficient, it takes time to ignite, and the illumination amplitude is not enough. However, the owner took a fancy to this luxury, and the illumination was not enough, so he installed a small guide lamp on the wall. How to look at how wasteful, however, this resplendent waste is also a reflection of the owner's financial resources.

At this time, the leader of the Karumun consortium, Karuman Haas, was holding a goblet and quietly listening to the report brought back by his men. A tall man, like a sculpture of ancient power, and a young man with a thin body but strong spirit stood behind him.

"All in all, that's it." After finally reading the long and monotonous report, Lanster stretched his waist greatly.

Until now, Leinster was still reading his report. It elaborates on the advantages and disadvantages of the oversized gunpowder heavy machine gun given to the Lubacher mafia, as well as the direction of correction.

On the surface, Lancet is just a normal person who likes to play around, but it is clear to Karum Haas that this man has an unbelievable understanding of weapons, whether it is subtle caliber adjustments or the optimization of internal parts.

In contrast, Arras García prefers to use cold weapons, and he has a wound to his throat and cannot speak. Mussel Gerald, on the other hand, is too shallow in the field of firearms knowledge to provide too much professional insight.

After listening to Lancet's report, Carrumen Haas reaffirmed that it was a good deal to hire this bodyguard.

"Just send the report directly to the Development Department. Let them work on the revisions. With a bold wave of his hand, this report can basically be used as a revision plan, and the only problem is probably that the format of the two styles of "report" and "revision plan" is different.

As for how the guys in the development department can extract the "spark of thought" from the long and boring text, it is not a headache for Karumen.

"Ah, it looks like it's passed. I'm worried about what I'll do if I don't get through. Lanster muttered with a relaxed expression, not worried. Mussel laughed and scolded: "I said you, you have to worry about the report not passing, don't I want to cry?" ”

"Ah, that's because you're weaker." Lancet deliberately teased his colleagues.

"Your uncle!" Mussel pretended to be angry, untied a grenade from his belt, and threw it without pulling the string.

Of course, Mussel doesn't really get angry with him, but occasionally there is a little joke between colleagues to spice things up. After all, they are bodyguards, and their daily work is monotonous to stand by the side of Carrumen Haas. If it were a beauty, it would be pleasing to the eye, but the question was whether Karumen Haas was a man in the truest sense of the word, or a tall beard......

Ranster copied it casually, and the grenade lay firmly in his hand. Karumen smiled and said to Mussel: "Use a high-explosive grenade for the group, pull one for 12,000 kilometers." Deducted from your salary. ”

"Don't, don't, I was wrong."

As soon as he heard that his salary would be deducted, Mussel immediately relented, put on a flattering expression, and went to intercede with Karumun as if to please. Karumon didn't really want to punish him, but seeing that they were in a good atmosphere, he just joked along with them by the way.

"Speaking of which, that new department is called the Special Mission Support Section, right? What do you think? Do you want to add them to the sales list this time? ”

Karuman asked with interest. After all, in this veritable magic capital, the policemen who dare to work against Lu Bacher either have a problem with their brains or are very hard in the background. He was intrigued by the support department's daring to call out Rubacher's behavior.

"If it's strength or something, I think I can add it to our sales list............ However, I don't think their wages can afford our guns. ”

Lancet said, spreading his hands and looking innocent. To add to his persuasiveness, he pulled out a pamphlet from the Karuman consortium, with hideous photographs of various weapons and their price tags. Each one costs more than six figures, and there are even nine figures of sky-high guns, which is obviously not affordable for the police profession.

"That's a pity, we're not charity after all. Then, this time, our targets are tentatively set as: the police headquarters, the guerrilla association, the garrison, the rubache, and the black moon. After this incident, I believe that some of them should be tempted, right? Karumen smiled a little cruelly, disdain written in his white teeth.

Will the situation in Crossbell become more chaotic because of his weapons? He couldn't handle it. When someone pays for it, he sells it. Known as the Arms Dealer of Death, Karum Haas doesn't care about such petty issues.

Moreover, Karumen firmly believes that this trial of Rubacher will definitely bring about some change in the attitude of various forces in the autonomous region.

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In the harbor area of Crossbell City, an oriental-style building stands in the crisp breeze. The signboard is written with the word Black Moon in large brush letters, which is the name of the company.

Black Moon Trading Company.

Like the Lubacher Chamber of Commerce, Black Moon also has its own "serious industry", which is Black Moon Trading Company, a registered legal person with formal procedures and formal documents.

The office is elegantly decorated in the Oriental style without losing functionality. At the desk, a purple-haired man in a blue-blue suit pushed his glasses and read the document in his hand carefully.

It is said that it is a modified suit because this suit combines the advantages of oriental Tang costumes and suits, and at the same time has the characteristics of both sides, which will not make people feel rude, but also highlight the oriental style, which is the style that this man likes.

The owner of the clothes, with a face that can be said to be shrewd or cunning, and with his glasses, it is always reminiscent of a fox.

His name is Li Cao. The head of the Black Moon Trading Company. He is also a senior cadre of the Black Moon, the biggest dark force in the Republic.

Previously, Black Moon had just smashed a Rubacher purchase route, and Li Cao, as the person in charge, was in a very happy mood. At this time, he was humming happily, casually sending the freshly brewed hot tea to his mouth.

Well? Suddenly, a report came into his eyes.

The title is "Rubacher Gets Defeated Again in Mine Town". This "again" alone is enough to make Li Cao happy.

He watched patiently, only to find it more and more interesting.

"The Karuman Consortium...... Oops, I wonder if they have a glaive in there? People on my side aren't used to guns. ”

Li Cao was the only one in the empty room, and I really didn't know who he was talking to. Maybe it's just talking to yourself?

"But, the Special Missions Support Section. The Old Town was their plan to mess with Rubacher before, right? Oops, oops, I love you guys so much. Keep up the good work. The smile on Li Cao's face became stronger and stronger, and the originally slender eyes, because the smile became more slender, and if he added two strokes of beard, it was simply a classic fox image in the comics.

"Advise you, don't make a move on irrelevant people."

In the empty room, suddenly there were voices that could not distinguish between men and women. It should be deliberately processed in order to disguise his true voice.

Li Cao's expression was as usual, as if he had known that someone was in this room. He continued to sip the hot tea in his hand, unfazed by the sudden sound. Exhaling a mouthful of hot air, Li Cao turned his head to look at the window, and at some point, a man in black suddenly appeared in the empty room.

Li Cao smiled and said, "I didn't think about making a move on them. I'm looking forward to them. ”

“……”

The man in black didn't say anything more, he knew very well that Li Cao was a typical materialist, a typical strategist, no, it would be more appropriate to say that he was a conspirator.

Judging from the tone he had just spoken, he had definitely begun to think about how to squeeze out the value of the support section to contain Lubacher. However, this is not something that the hired [Silver] should talk about.

Li Cao saw that he didn't speak, and pushed down his glasses. Continue to read the reports submitted by the subordinates. It's just that no one knows what is in mind.

Why did Gin-sama pay so much attention to this new department? Is it simply noble sentiments that are at work? Looks like we need to look into it. Could it be...... Oops, hey, the Republic's premier assassin, isn't it possible that he is disguised as a policeman?

That's really ...... It's getting more and more interesting. 【Magic City】Cross Bell? Hmph, what will happen in the future?

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[Vol. 1: The Afternoon of the Divine Wolf・END]