In the candlelit library, Joyce was lying on the bed in the corner with a quilt covered in a dark blue overalls, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

"It's going to happen!"

Through the ability of the compass's left eye, Joyce saw that the girl in the black dress had been waiting until dawn at the tavern opposite the Traveler's Bar, and the window of the tavern was just enough to see the main entrance here.

"She obviously found out, but by what?" Joyce thought worriedly, recalling the spied on the girl in the black dress.

Early in the morning, before dawn, the girl in the black dress woke up from the bedroom on the third floor of the Iron and Blood Firm, and after confirming her condition, she killed the rest of the firm with poison.

Immediately, the girl in the black dress went to sleep in a villa in Moya District, and when she woke up, her expression was a little abnormal.

She didn't take a shower before going to bed, and she didn't take a shower and put on makeup after she woke up, which seems a little strange, if she were an ordinary person who encountered such a thing, shouldn't she wash it first? Joyce thought of what she had seen before, a dossier of quests for dream divination.

"I did that kind of thing with her, and if I borrowed special means, maybe there would be traces. Joyce couldn't care about the memories of the night before, and he was thinking more about what to do.

The wrath of a seven-vein secret person was not something Joyce could bear, and even if the girl in the black dress entered the Traveler's Bar to ask for an explanation, he couldn't explain it.

"She was just confused, she wasn't completely unconscious, and in retrospect it was possible, should I have killed her then?" Joyce's regret flashed away, replaced by helplessness.

"Yarlin is still in the bar, looking for him?"

Joyce lifted the quilt and got up from the bed, but quickly shook her head, for Arrin was also a bit of a waste, and he was afraid that he would not be of much help to someone like the girl in the black dress.

Out of the library, Joyce went to the second floor of the Traveler's Bar.

Although Bodan Arthur's office was blown up, the contract room and rest room were still there for the time being.

"Tie up all the contracts and try to move today. ”

In the early morning, Arrin was still instructing the two men in the contract room to work, and the voice reached the aisle.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

Joyce shows up outside the contract room, where he knows Lucia Heidi, a typist who is not very tall.

Lucia and Arrin worked in two shifts before, and in just a short period of time, the situation of the two has changed significantly.

"You're almost done, Joyce, did you come yesterday and read the papers until this point?" Jarrin smiled at Joyce.

"Old Bolton came yesterday and was already dissatisfied with the progress of my marking, and I did have to put in a little more effort. Joyce squeezed out a smile.

"Did you hear that? There's something big going on in Knight Frank, the Iron Will Firm was slaughtered last night, and Sean Redmay is nowhere to be found. Arrin walked a few steps out of the contract room and whispered to Joyce.

"Who did such a thing?" Joyce asked, pretending to be shocked.

Because the military intelligence department came to the door before, and failed to tell the Iron Blood Firm, it was Yarlin who shared the news with Joyce.

"The initial suspicion is Winnie Sigrid, remember the hostess? On the surface she was a mercenary, but her origin is a mystery. Yarlin had reservations.

"Sean Redmay's death, will it affect our sale of the Mage's Tower title deed?" Joyce's heart sank, realizing that there was only a limit to the information he could get from Arrlin.

"No, Sean Redmay wasn't killed by us, and the Wizard's Tower title deed is already valuable, it's just a deal with Tenai Grelom as a politician. Yarlin was quite sure about this.

"You're busy, I need to get some sleep quickly, and then I can devote my energy to grading. Joyce glanced at his pocket watch, and it was already eight o'clock in the morning.

Arrin seemed to want to say something, but couldn't say anything.

Leaving the Traveler's Bar, Joyce could feel the gaze of a girl in a fox fur coat from the window of the tavern opposite.

After calling a horse-drawn taxi, Joyce did not go back to the bungalow on Abby Cross Street, but went to the former Damian herb shop at 56 Herb Street in Soke.

"Sure enough, it's keeping up!"

Joyce peered through his left eye and noticed that Winnie Sigrid, whom Arrin had spoken, had also come out of the tavern and called for a cabana.

The reason why Joyce went to the two-in, two-out mansion was to solve the problem without any familiar people.

More than ten minutes away, when Joyce got off at 56 Vanilla Street, he found the copper nail gate open, and walked into it without hesitation.

The front yard of the herb shop was cleaned, and Joyce stepped into the pharmacy to see three workers arranging the wooden floor.

"What do you do?"

A renovation worker looked at Joyce with a wary face, obviously on high alert.

"I'm the master of this place, Joyce, and I didn't tell you about it?" said Joyce, with a gentle smile.

"Well, it's Mr. Joyce, please forgive me for my offense, some people came here yesterday to make trouble......" The renovation worker didn't know whether to tell Joyce such a thing.

Before Joyce could respond, Winnie Sigrid, dressed in a fox fur coat, had already entered the front yard of the herb shop.

Joyce could even hear the slight sound of leather boots walking on the floor tiles.

"I'll give you a day off today, and I'll come back tomorrow. Joyce didn't say why, but only said to the three workers who were doing the work.

The girl wearing a black gauze top hat, as soon as she entered the medicine hall, the murderous aura that was waiting to be released made the entire medicine hall cold.

The three workers were very eye-catching, and hurriedly left the medicine hall together, and they didn't even have time to get the tools.

Joyce saw the girl in the black gauze top hat, her eyes pretending to be frightened, and her body instinctively tense and guarded.

"Shaun Redmay was killed by you?"

The gauze top hat girl held a pair of hands, and she was not too sure about this.

"That scum has killed a lot of women, he deserves to die, I killed him while he was unconscious and before he could attack you. Joyce was righteous, trying to win the girl's favor.

"So you did it to me?"

The girl in the fox fur coat spoke in a wicked tone, as if she was about to burst out uncontrollably.

"I inhaled candle incense, and I was also a victim, and I tried my best to endure it, but you still pushed me to the ground. Joyce looked innocent, but saw the girl in the fox fur coat kicking on the ground.

"Boom!"

Seeing the fox-fur coat girl bring out a glow, Joyce instinctively raised her arms to resist, but was bombarded in the heart by the girl's snake-like arm.

In just one shot, Joyce's figure flew upside down, knocking the woodworking shelves and wooden floors into scattered places.

"Even if you can infiltrate the Iron and Blood Firm, was it the MIA operation the night before?" The girl in the foxfur coat stopped attacking again when she saw Joyce fall hard.

It took a while for a mouthful of blood to come out of the corner of Joyce's mouth, and his breathing recovered slightly.

Sean Redmay kicked Joyce in the heart, the injury was not good, but the strength of the girl's hand was stronger than him.

"It's up to me, if it weren't for me, even if you weren't killed by that scum, you would die of boiling blood. Joyce, who was hurt by the girl in the fox fur coat, looked hideous, obviously extremely angry.

Joyce didn't take the girl's ring before, and she also left her dead, so it is reasonable to say this.

"Your toughness is not directly proportional to your strength, and if it weren't for the Lensu Military Intelligence Service, you would be worse than Sean Redmay. The girl in the fox fur coat said cold words.

Joyce grinned in a bloody mouth.

"If you want to live a long life, don't have unnecessary expectations, don't think that you and I can develop anything, and I don't want the news of the previous night to get out. The woman in the fox fur coat kept her eyes cold and looked at Joyce Dao.

Although I didn't want to be responsible, why did the words come out of her mouth? Joyce said secretly annoyed.

"What about people?"

The shouting from the front yard entered the medicine hall, easing the cold atmosphere between the foxfur coat girl and Joyce.

"What do you want to do?"

Holding his heart and mouth, Joyce walked out of the medicine hall, and Joyce saw seven men armed with machetes.

"Find out Damian Murphy, who has committed a serious crime by terminating a pregnancy. Seeing Joyce in a dark blue overalls, a smuggling gangster thought he was working.

"Bang!"

Joyce put his right hand into his bosom, took out the Sarun pistol, and without saying a word, he had already shot the leading young man with a machete.

The bullet would shoot into the young man's head, piercing his head and flying a piece of skull in the back of his head, oozing red and white slurry.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

As the young man's body slowly fell to the ground after being shot through the head, Joyce shot at the other men again.

In the case of relatively close distance, Joyce has a relatively high accuracy rate of shooting with a gun, and he shot six people calmly and coldly.

"There's no Damian Murphy here, I'm Joyce Rupert from MIA, and I'm the new owner here. Joyce said to the young man who was scared to the side, the only one who was not injured.

Speaking of which, the six men armed with machetes were also unlucky, and became the targets of Joyce's anger.

"Drag these men out of the yard. ”

Joyce's eyes narrowed slightly, and he glanced at the young man who couldn't hold the machete.

The girl in the black gauze top hat smiled contemptuously at Joyce, who turned to enter the medicine hall, and left the herb shop.

"Should you spare my life?"

Joyce sat on a chair in the medicine hall, her face rather ugly.

If she could, Joyce didn't want to have anything to do with Winnie Sigrid and wanted it to be over.

The loss of face certainly made Joyce angry, but the key point was that Jarrin said that her origin was not investigated.

Leaving Winnie Sigrid behind, Joyce fears that she will hold on to Sean Redmay's death and dig up more secrets.