The bearded man lowered his head slightly, raised his hand and grabbed the arrow that had sunk into his throat, his eyes full of incredulity.

"Heh, heh."

He wanted to say something, but when the words reached his throat, his voice involuntarily changed, becoming a hoarse chuckle, full of weirdness and hideousness.

The bearded man felt the rapid passage of life, and subconsciously wanted to pull the trigger and die with the goal, but at this time, his fingers were already stiff, and it was difficult to move at all.

Grunt.

A series of black blood bubbles came out of his mouth.

The bearded body stiffened, and he was completely silent.

Blood bubbles gather into a stream of blood and run down the mouth.

It's as black as ink, and it makes your scalp tingle when you look at it.

Poison on the arrow!

And it's some kind of poison!

Death with blood!

The old butler straightened up and looked at the corpse in the car with complicated eyes.

"I'm sorry."

"I don't want to die yet."

"At least, I can't die right now."

The old butler said this, and dragged the body out of the car.

Instead of discarding it at random, he pulled out the arrows from the corpse's neck and used a shovel placed in the pickup horse trough to dig a pit in the soft soil on the side and dragged the corpse into it.

As for why there is a shovel inside the pickup?

The answer is self-evident.

A bearded man buried in a pit is the best answer.

It's just that the buried people are different.

After refilling the soil, the old butler returned to the side of the road with the shovel, put the shovel back in the pickup manger, took out a bottle of water to wash and wipe it, and then, put on his white gloves again, and sat in the car.

Not far from Cherry City.

The old butler drove the car back to Cherry City.

No. 222 Artichoke Street, located in the southern district of Cherry City.

The old housekeeper drove straight here.

Compared to the wealthy areas, there are some assets here that are not the best choice for the truly wealthy.

Naturally, the environment here is very nice, with rows of buildings, not only neat and tidy, but also with their own small gardens.

Number 222 is a little more delicate, not only with the flower beds more beautiful, but also with a small fountain, which, in the middle of the night, is not turned on.

And on the stone pillars on either side of the gate, on the top of the right-hand side, there is a squatting, palm-sized gargoyle.

Gargoyles are small, but lifelike.

Of course, more importantly, the gargoyle's slightly open mouth has a probe that can see everything around it.

Therefore, as soon as the car stopped at the door and the old housekeeper got out of the car, the iron gate opened by itself with a 'click'.

The old housekeeper entered the courtyard, turned around and closed the door, and entered the house with a familiar approach.

Inside the house, someone was already waiting for him.

A slightly emaciated man with a gloomy face sat at the end of the hallway.

The other party is dressed in home clothes, showing the true identity of the owner of the other party's room.

Looking at the old butler who walked in, the master showed a very friendly attitude.

"Good evening, Findirt."

Saying such words, the other party also cooperated with a smile.

The smile was as kind as possible, but ordinary people looked like a jackal grinning.

Not only hideous, but also full of greed, as if he was going to choose someone to devour at any time.

"Good evening, Towis."

After the old butler responded to the other party, hesitation and unnaturalness appeared on his face.

The tangle made Tois smile.

Of course, he knew why the old butler had such a look.

Everything was expected by him.

So, the owner of the house came to life, and he patted the old butler on the shoulder, and said with a look of concern:

"What's wrong, Findirt?"

"You can tell me."

"We're friends."

Tois looked at the old butler sincerely.

"I was discovered by Lord Dodd, and Poel sent a killer just now."

The old housekeeper gritted his teeth and confessed what had just happened.

"Really?"

"It's a little more intense than we thought, but, it's okay, didn't we prepare for the worst before that?"

Tois comforted the old butler.

Then, after a pause, he asked, "Did you bring anything with you?" ”

"Brought."

"There's Mr. Elmod's ledger in there."

The old butler took out a USB drive from his underwear, but he didn't hand it to Tois at the first time, his face was full of guilt, and he hesitated for two seconds before he stretched out his hand completely.

"Mr. Towis, please remember what you promised me."

The old butler emphasized.

"Of course."

Tois walked to the desk with the USB drive, and after checking the contents of the USB drive on the computer, a smile appeared on his face, he raised his head to look at the old butler, and said, "As for the whereabouts of your former employer 'Edward', in fact, I already have some clues. ”

With these words, Tois opened a drawer aside and took out a brown paper bag from it.

"Here's what I've gathered."

Towis said.

"Thank you! Thank you so much! ”

The old butler was so excited that his outstretched hand trembled a little, but he picked up the brown paper bag on the table without hesitation.

At this time, Tois got up from behind his desk again, and went around behind the old butler, who was all on the brown paper bag, and did not pay attention to Tois's movements, until a dagger pierced his waist.

Burst!

The old butler, who was unpacking the kraft paper bag, trembled all over, and the kraft paper bag fell directly to the ground.

The old butler turned his head to look at Tois in a daze, his eyes full of puzzlement.

"I'm sorry, Findirt."

"I don't want to."

"But your presence will affect us, so I have to ask you to die - of course, we will not let you die in vain, your death will be very valuable, just like Elmod, after all, it was the killer sent by Ponl who killed you, and Ponel is Dodd's butler, well, just like you think, our goal from beginning to end is that Dodd."

Tois said apologetically, but there was not the slightest apology on his face, only a kind of pride.

However, the old butler at this time did not care what Tois said, and his mouth kept muttering.

"Love, Edward......"

"Edward, you say?"

"Of course we don't know where Edward is, he's disappeared so strangely."

"Who knows where he is?"

"It's all about lying to you and making you our pawn."

Towis explained.

He didn't mind explaining more to a dead man.

Or rather...... He's showing off.

You know, this is all his plan, after learning that Fendilt, a fool who has obviously terminated his contract, but is still trying his best to find his missing former employer, he laid out the plan.

A plan to get rid of Dodd and Aimmod.

The former was the great enemy of his brother 'Todini'.

Latter?

A street thug who also wants to climb to a high position?

It's really whimsical.

Originally, I hoped that the other party would be able to deal with some things that they couldn't come forward with, but the other party really didn't know what to do, so he was naturally the target to be eradicated.

Of course, they can't do it themselves.

His brother 'Todini' was already a member of parliament and could never afford such a bad reputation.

And he?

No, it doesn't.

He's about to become a member of parliament — a place to replace Aimmod, which has already been set.

Without Dodd's hindrance, such a thing is nine times out of ten.

For this, he is really grateful to Fendilt for this fool.

Towis lowered his head and looked at the old butler, who had heard that he had been deceived and was struggling, and began to turn his wrist, and the dagger that pierced the old butler's body immediately cut the old butler's kidney.

Then, pull it out and plunge it again.

This time, it's the afterheart.

Burst!

The old butler's body trembled, and the brilliance in his eyes began to fade.

Thump!

As Tois let go, the old butler fell to his knees and slammed his head on the thick carpet.

Toris probed his snort, his pulse, and his heartbeat, and after confirming that the old butler was dead, he stabbed him again in the chest.

Then, he wrapped the old butler directly in the thick blanket on the ground, resisted the house, and threw the body directly into the pickup.

The pickup starts again.

Returned to the countryside again.

In the position he had already chosen, Tois put the old butler in the driver's seat, adjusted his sitting position, put on the seat belt, and put the old butler's foot on the accelerator of the pickup truck that did not turn off.

Airplanes!

Bang!

With the roar of the engine, the pickup truck directly broke through the guardrail and fell towards the cliff.

Bang, bang!

After a continuous crash, the pickup truck fell to the bottom of the cliff.

Towis glanced at the burning pickup truck, then turned and left.

The gloomy man took out his mobile phone as he walked and dialed a call.

"That's it."

As soon as the phone was answered, Tois said directly.

"Didn't leave any clues, did you?"

The voice on the other side asked.

"Of course not."

"I took care of everything, especially the biggest flaw, Findirt, who was still trying to find his former employer, the guy named Edward."

"I really don't know if this guy is stupid or stupid."

Towis chuckled disdainfully.

"But isn't that just what we can do?"

The other person's voice laughed too.

"yes."

"It's a pity that this is the only one that is so easy to use."

"If there were a few more, the whole Cherry City would be ours."

Tois sighed.

"It's coming! Soon! ”

"One day, Cherry City will be ours!"

The voice on the other side said very affirmatively, and at this time-

Rumble!

An explosion was heard from under the cliff.

"Do you hear that?"

"It's a cheer for our upcoming victory."

Tois said with the corners of his mouth curled.

"I hear you."

"Get back to your quarters, don't leak any flaws, that guy isn't a fool."

The voice on the other side reminded.

"Understood!"

Towis replied.

He never complained about his brother's prudence.

Because, too, he is the same.

Even when the two of them are on the phone, they don't have any names, and his brother will turn on the voice changer.

Towis picked up speed, and as he turned a turn, he plunged into the woods beside him.

Moments later, Tois appeared on a motorcycle.

The motorcycles were put in advance at the beginning of the whole program.

For this moment.

When he returned to the city on his motorcycle, Tois stomped his phone and threw it in the trash, and his last worries were gone.

After an hour, the garbage will be transported to the garbage station by the garbage truck, which will be sorted for recycling and destruction.

Perfect!

Everything is unnoticed!

Thinking like this, Towis unconsciously showed a smug smile again.

And the self-satisfied middle-aged man didn't notice that a pair of eyes were staring at him from beginning to end.

With a twist of the accelerator and the roar of the motorcycle, Tois sped away.

In the shadows, a tall, muscular figure stepped out and picked up the fragments of the mobile phone from the trash can.

"Interesting."

With such a muttering voice, Jason's figure flashed away.

Jason didn't stay any longer and went straight back to 3A Apartment-313.

At first, he was just curious about the old butler who survived the shootout, according to John and Brian's description, although the two did not take special care of them, but the other party was able to wait for the police to appear unharmed, which is enough to show that the other party should have quite good skills, especially in terms of consciousness, it is even better.

Otherwise, those grenades would be deadly.

It's just that Jason didn't expect that the other party was far more noteworthy than he expected, and it was even involved in the secret fight between Cherry City Speaker Dodd and Councillor Todini.

There is no doubt that such a secret fight can be called wonderful.

The dead Elmod probably didn't know until he died that the butler next to him would be arranged by the councillor he had been sponsoring, in order to make him charge into battle and attract attention.

Undoubtedly, Alter did a pretty good job.

Now Dodd has stepped into a trap.

Everything was as Tois had predicted.

It's just that......

The old butler?

Jason sat in the sofa chair, his brow furrowed unconsciously.

His mind unconsciously came to the scene when he first saw the other party, politely bowed his head to the other party, arrows were shot, and the blood turned black.

Contradictions arise involuntarily.

Although he watched everything, he should have felt that everything made sense.

But this sense of contradiction haunts me like a lingering shadow.

And, the more he recalled, the more familiar Jason felt.

Seems......

He returned to the 'City That Never Sleeps' and saw the cunning and vicious creatures.

Jason has always been wary of those guys.

Because, he doesn't want to die in vain.

And the old butler just now gave him such a feeling in an instant.

It's even stronger.

Therefore, he was watching from the beginning to the end and did not stand up.

But there is a difference, those guys in the 'City That Never Sleeps' are definitely greedy for life and afraid of death, and it is impossible to die like the old butler.

Or to be more precise......

Is the old butler really dead?

"Some kind of trick?"

Jason frowned, tapped lightly on the armrest of the armchair, and shook his head.

No amount of clever blindfolding could have fooled Toys's kind of examination and refill, and he was beyond ordinary perception to be sure that Findirt's heart had already been pierced.

Or twice.

Man, do you have no heart to live?

Not to mention the final explosion.

He had seen Fendilt shattered to pieces.

Unless Findirt has the same 'immortal body' as he does, he will die.

Of course, there could be something else!

For example –

"Is it some kind of secret art similar to my 'immortal body'?"

Jason frowned and guessed.

In the world in front of him, he has only arrived for a day, and there are no more sources of information, but he can't deny the existence of 'secret arts'.

After all, 'food' is there.

Naturally, there is a high probability that the 'secret art' exists.

Jason's brow furrowed slightly, and his attention turned to another question.

What is Fendilt going to do?

Dodd, Todini, and the dead Elmod all have their own agendas.

But Fendilt didn't!

At least, until now, Jason didn't see it.

Is it really a search for 'Edward'?

Jason didn't believe it.

If Findirt really was the same kind of person as the guys he knew, such people couldn't care about anyone else, they only cared about themselves.

However, this did not prevent Jason from investigating the 'Edward'.

Such an investigation naturally requires a lot of manpower and material resources, and it cannot be solved simply by being strong.

Or rather, Jason doesn't think he's strong enough.

Thankfully, he had another way.

Picking up the phone in the living room, Jason dialed John.

"John, can you help me look up someone?"

"Edward, Edward, the former employer of Adam's butler."

"Well, okay, I'll hear from you."

After putting down the phone, Jason sat back in the sofa chair.

He pulled up the curtains and looked out the window.

A dazzling white line appeared on the horizon in the pitch black.

The dawn has come.

Tonight, the long night is over.

But Jason knows that after sunrise, it's the best time.

He will silently watch all this.

He doesn't mind interfering when necessary.

So when is it necessary?

Jason smiled.

He got up from his daychair and walked out of the apartment, his nose already smelling breakfast coming from the street.

……

Davide, who hadn't closed his eyes all night, was gulping down the hot coffee brought by his assistant.

Although Findirt was unexpectedly taken away, his original plan was frustrated, but the investigation of Elmod did not stop.

Before that, he was investigating Elmod.

It's just that, at that time, there were many obstacles.

And now?

Naturally, no one would come forward for a dead man.

Everything went smoothly.

Bang!

"Damn it!"

"This bastard has something to do with so many disappearances!"

"What does he want to do?"

"Traffickers. Sell.. Population? ”

On the desk next to him, the young assistant Hunter slammed the table and said angrily.

"Calm down, Hunter."

"Anger is useless at this time."

"On the contrary, it is your calmness that will allow you to find these poor girls."

Davide reminded his assistant, but his fists were already clenched, and his voice was even more fierce and cold.

He knew that Elmod was a jerk.

But I didn't expect that the other party was a bastard to such an extent.

Damn it a hundred times!

Scum who goes to hell after going down!

Davide continued to look through the interrogation materials.

The middle-aged sheriff's brow furrowed involuntarily.

The interrogation materials were all from Amod's men, but with the death of all the other party's henchmen, these interrogation materials were provided by some peripheral subordinates.

With that alone, it was difficult for him to find something substantial.

"Hunter, who else is alive with those henchmen of Elmod?"

The middle-aged sheriff asked.

"It's gone, sheriff."

"We found his number one henchman, Assa, and many henchmen in the mansion of Elmod in ruins."

"The rest of the henchmen died outside the mansion."

"The only thing I can catch now is these little fish."

The young assistant clearly knew what his sheriff wanted to ask, and his words couldn't help but become full of helplessness.

"Is that so?"

The middle-aged sheriff muttered softly to himself.

And at this time, there was a sudden knock on the office door.

A uniformed patrolman walked in.

The other party has a package in his hand.

"Sheriff, your package!"

"It's a guy named Findirt who sent the package!"

Before the patrol officer could finish speaking, the middle-aged sheriff rushed over and took the boxy package.

Looking at the sender with 'Findirt' clearly written on it, the middle-aged sheriff took a deep breath.

He had a hunch that a turning point was coming.

However, he was not in a hurry.

"Hunter, bring me a carving knife."

With these words, the middle-aged sheriff carefully inspected the entire package, and after taking the carving knife, he carefully cut open the outer package.

Parcel bombs, he's taken more than once.

The experience is naturally quite rich.

Soon, the entire package was sliced open, revealing a notebook and a letter inside.

"Good luck this time."

As he spoke, the middle-aged sheriff opened the envelope and took out the letterhead.

Hello Sergeant Davide:

If you receive this letter, it proves that I am dead.

The person who killed me is most likely Poel.

But I can't confirm who it is.

After all, I'm a damn person.

I was just trying to make up for the first few mistakes, but I made many more mistakes.

I'm sorry Mr. Edward.

I also failed Mr. Elmod, who tricked me into knowing Mr. Edward's whereabouts, but I was derelict in my duty as a steward.

And as a normal person, I am also derelict in my duty.

I have witnessed so much darkness, but I have not stood up when I am needed, but I have kept blaming, guilt, and remorse.

I'm a useless person.

Until I die, I don't want to face my mistakes.

Wish......

That notebook can help you.

Sinner: Fendilt

……

After reading the contents of the letter, a trace of doubt appeared in the eyes of the middle-aged sheriff.

He had seen about 'Edward' in the information, a very normal disappearance, and according to his experience, Edward should have left on his own.

It's just that the letter in his hand informs him that Edward's disappearance doesn't seem to be simple.

Moreover, it seems to have something to do with Findirt.

However, the middle-aged sheriff did not immediately investigate the matter, and his eyes looked at the notebook inside the package.

When he flipped through his notebook and saw what it was on, excitement crossed his face.

Elmod's ledger!

Not only does it have the hidden property of Amod, but it also has a detailed record!

What's more, these records include the names of the traders.

Among them, there are many big shots!

"What an unexpected bonus!"

The middle-aged sheriff took a deep breath.

He had a premonition that he would find something big, but what he didn't expect was that it would be so big.

Take a look at the names above!

Every one of them is a big shot!

And the aggregation in everything, enough to shake the whole Cherry City!

He is really insignificant in front of them, and if he makes such a move, Davide can guarantee that he will disappear quietly, a car accident? A revenge?

Or is it simply a suicide?

As for his superiors?

Last night's signing, and everything that had gone before, had already made him understand who his boss was.

He couldn't rely on the other side.

Even, the people in Cherry City, he can't rely on.

It can be said that at this moment, he raised his eyes to the enemy.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged sheriff smiled.

Tough.

Like thorns all ahead.

He was already predictable.

He would have been stabbed to blood.

However, this does not mean that he will ignore the helplessness and despair represented by the transaction information.

He remembered the oath he took when he became a police officer—

I will uphold and respect all people in the spirit of fairness, honesty, diligence and justice.

I will do my utmost to maintain and maintain peace and to prevent all crimes that harm people and property.

I'm going to stick to ......

Justice!

Now it's time for him to fulfill his vows.

The middle-aged sheriff put the notebook away and put it in his pocket, which stunned the young assistant who was waiting to flip through it, and he was about to read the contents of the notebook.

"You're not there yet."

"Now...... I'm enough. ”

"Hunter, how long has it been since you had a holiday?"

"Go and rest, I'll give you a day off!"

After Davide finished speaking, he walked outside.

He knew exactly what he was going to do.

He also knows the consequences of this.

After that, he simply couldn't get a foothold in Cherry City anymore.

Death can even be a shadow of it.

Then don't drag anyone else down.

He alone is enough.

In the police parking lot, Davide opened the car door, and as soon as he sat in, the co-pilot's door opened, Hunter came in, and the young assistant fastened his seat belt.

"Let's go, together."

Said the young assistant.

"Hunter?"

The middle-aged sheriff was stunned.

Then, the sheriff sighed.

"Do you know what I'm going to do?"

"And what will you face?"

The middle-aged sheriff asked.

"You know, I'm not stupid, your expression tells me everything."

"That's why I don't allow you to be a hero alone."

"We're partners."

"If you become a hero, of course it's two people!"

The young assistant turned his head and said with a smile.

In the morning light, the young face was still immature, but enthusiastic and determined.

"You're such a fool!"

Davide whispered.

"Fool? Aren't you the same? ”

Hunter chuckled.

"yes, we're all fools."

The middle-aged sheriff took a deep breath, he stretched out his hand to his assistant, and as if they were meeting for the first time, he reported to his home.

"Davide."

"Hunter."

The young assistant held the palm.

The palms of the two hands are clasped tightly together.

Basking in the glow of the sun.