Charles returns home, locks himself in the training room, and sends an invitation to "Her Majesty" through the night, he has too many things to answer and need help.

But this time Charles's invitation failed, and he waited for a long time, and the endless darkness did not come.

This had never happened before, and Charles quickly changed his method of communication, pressing the "Chevalier Fall" to his chest, and the sharp, slender needle was inserted into his chest, taking away a drop of his heart's blood.

After a long time, a brief consciousness finally passed through the "Dark Night Face".

"I'm busy!"

Charles suddenly felt a sense of loneliness, and his heart felt as if he had been abandoned.

"It turns out that backers are not always reliable!"

Charles sat down slowly against the wall, his head in his knees, he hadn't felt so helpless since the crossing.

Manpower is sometimes poor, and no matter how tenacious a hero is, there are moments of loss.

It's really hard for one person to fight against the whole world!

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Near Third Avenue, in the small building of a liaison office of the Liberty Council in Nasser, there is chaos.

The night before yesterday, the collective action of the four liaison offices of the Free Council in Nasser had an accident, and although they received tens of thousands of livres of money and achieved some of the expected goals, they also lost nearly half of the transcendent warriors, which can be said to be more than worth the loss.

Byrne showed extraordinary strength in this operation, saving the lives of more than a dozen freelancers several times in a row, and should have been praised or rewarded by their superiors, but when they returned to the liaison office, they found that the polka who went to the trade with them did not return.

A few hours later, the bodies of Polka and Skinny Hasen were found on the outskirts of the Fifth District, and all the money on them had been robbed, apparently by gangsters.

Although Charles hates Polka, he must come forward to deal with the aftermath and inform several other liaison offices that they can help investigate the specific cause of Polka's death and find the trace of the murderer.

When Bourne returned to the liaison office after a busy day, he found that Shabir Guteauf had taken control of the data room and the finance room, and he seemed to be the new head of the liaison office.

The whole incident was so strange that Byrne couldn't respond right away, so he had to ask Gerson to find out what the others were thinking.

"Byrne, what's wrong with you?"

Gerson, who was inquiring about the news, found Byrne in the corner of the liaison office, and didn't react until he walked up to him and nudged him gently.

"It's nothing, are everyone's emotions quite stable?"

Gesen looked around to see that no one was paying attention to this side, and then whispered: "Polka suddenly died inexplicably, and that guy from Shabbir seized power at this time, how can everyone not panic?"

"Byrne, I think you should stand up now, you can't let Shabbir control everything in the liaison office, after all, there is no designated person in charge of the liaison office! ”

Byrne looked at Geson, who was encouraging him to fight for the top position, and suddenly asked in a deep voice, "Did you do it?"

Gesen was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "I want to kill him, but I haven't had time to discuss it with you! This kind of thing must be willing to do it to make sense, if you don't have the heart to do it, what's the use of me doing it?"

"Byrne, don't you think the robbers did this?"

Byrne was silent for a moment, and said slowly: "I've been to see the scene of their murder, the two of them basically have no trace of resistance, it doesn't matter if the polka is a bear goods, Hasen is a very alert guy, but he didn't even pull out his weapon......."

"So you suspect that your own people killed Polka and Hassan Byrne, why don't you suspect the other one?"

Gerson turned his head to look upstairs, where Shabbir and Lambier were reconciling the Liaison Office's accounts and assets.

"He's very suspicious, but we don't have proof!"

The corners of Gesen's mouth slowly hooked, and he smiled coldly: "Some things don't need evidence, as long as you want, I can ask all the freelancers of Nasser to nominate you as the new contact." ”

Bourne was silent for a long time, and finally nodded and said, "Let's do it!"

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Shabbir Guteauf was very satisfied that he had finally counted and inspected all the assets of the liaison office.

Although Polka is not an extraordinary person, he is a very good profiteer, and the money he embezzled is twice as high as the apparent profit, all of which is stored in the safe deposit box of the Bank of Prussia.

And his other important property, the female secretary Lang Bier, was lying on the bed humming and chirping at this time, still being destroyed by the afterglow of the storm just now, enjoying the fierce collision and stimulation, as well as the psychedelic feeling brought by the juice of the horse itch grass.

"No wonder Polka uses tabby powder every day, otherwise she really can't get her, and the juice of the horse itch grass is indispensable, otherwise this woman is too shrewd and accidentally taken away by her in bed. ”

Polka helped his sore back, and he didn't know whether to be satisfied or have a headache for Polka's "living legacy".

Although Longbiel is only the secretary of the liaison office, but Polka has no education and does not know arithmetic, so she has mastered all the finances, personnel contacts, and information exchanges with the above.

"Now, there's only one person left in the way!"

Shabbir's mind flashed Byrne's face, and his fearless and fierce fighting figure in the night, and the fierce murder in his eyes, and a trace of fear that he was not aware of.

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The singing on Thirteenth Avenue finally stopped, and the royal guards and the Clerics of Light who were guarding both ends of the street began to evacuate, and at dawn the street was deserted as usual.

Normally, this time is the rest time for these Fengyue girls, and all the Fengyue Pavilions are closed in the morning, but today their family was politely knocked on the door.

The friars of the Dawn Church went door to door and announced a message to the boss (the old bustard) very kindly.

The Dawn Church will build a St. Daisy Church on 13th Street, which will be open to women who are engaged in the business of Fengyue for three days a week, not only to have formal morning prayers and evening prayers, but also to help them get rid of some physical aches and diseases.

The entire 13th Avenue exploded like a pot of oil poured with water!

The first sentence of the opening sentence of the Light Bible is "God loves the world, and the world loves all men", but when did the clergy of the Church of Light take these Fengyue women on the 13th Street as human beings?

When the women of Fengyue were sick and painful, they begged to go to the door of the church, crying for a long time but were turned away, and the scene would be staged in the neighborhood church every few days, they were despised by other believers, they were disgusted by other believers, but who had ever considered their past, how helpless and helpless they had no choice.

How many times have they longed for an equal love in their dreams, hoping for a love from the gods, but after waking up from the dream, only tears on their faces accompanied their lonely selves.

But today, at the risk of offending Brother Dawn, after trembling and confirming it again and again, they finally determined that the gaze of Monk Dawn in front of them had a bit of pity and love that they had never felt before!

The sound of a neat chant sounded on Thirteenth Street again, but this time it was not the bleak complaint of the previous night, but the weeping thanksgiving.

But that's not all, at noon, another group of people came to the lively 13th Street, causing another wave of sensation.