After taking out Dodd, who will be the biggest winner?

John, Brian, and McCall were stunned for a moment, and their eyes lit up.

"Jason, you mean?"

McCall asked tentatively.

"There is no conclusion yet, just a direction, and it is difficult to guarantee that the final result is the same as we think!"

"In fact......"

"There's a way to do it once and for all!"

Jason said, looking around at the three men.

"What's the solution?"

Brian asked.

Of the four men, apart from Jason, he now wants the whole thing to be over.

Otherwise, his daughter Kemi would always be in danger.

The thought that his daughter might be in danger filled Brian's heart with anxiety.

"We can't solve the problem, but we can solve the person who raised the problem."

"As long as you kill all the people involved in this matter, all the problems will be solved."

Jason said.

John nodded subconsciously when Jason's words fell.

He was in favour of such an approach.

Clean and neat, it's his style.

Brian frowned slightly, but then nodded as well.

Although this is not his style, he is willing to try to change his style for the sake of his daughter.

McCall, on the other hand, waved his hand repeatedly.

"Hey, guys, don't do that."

"We can't do that!"

"There are other ways to confirm Jason's train of thought – how about I do it right away? I promise that within three days, everything will be investigated. ”

McCall looked at Jason, John, and Brian.

His inner insistence made him unacceptable to this approach, even if it was the most direct and effortless.

Moreover, he could not refuse directly and hardly.

Because, he was worried that if he angered the three men in front of him, the consequences would be something he couldn't bear.

As for turning around and leaving?

More unlikely!

Who knows, after he is gone, what will happen to these three guys in front of him?

So, he asked and promised.

Under McCall's gaze, John hesitated and looked directly at Jason.

Jason came up with the idea, and he agreed with it.

According to the rules, only Jason can mention the current refusal.

It's the same with Brian.

Some of the rules of the underworld are always so similar, even if you're in different camps.

"Over to you!"

Jason said.

Jason doesn't mind someone volunteering to take on the job of investigating.

He's not some kind of masked murderer, how can he possibly get rid of everyone?

What I just said was just a temptation.

Just as he promised McCall at this moment.

Trust?

It's not something that can be built in a moment.

It would take countless trials to make it possible.

McCall, who didn't know what Jason really thought, immediately breathed a sigh of relief after Jason agreed.

"I'll do it right away."

"Help me take care of Tyri."

With that, McCall walked to the bedroom and study door, and he knocked on it.

Kemi and Tyri, who were eavesdropping behind the door, were startled.

Immediately, however, the two girls opened the door as if nothing was right.

"Tyri, I need to do something, you stay here for the time being."

"If there's anything to do, you can go to Jason."

"He can be trusted."

McCall said dryly.

John had investigated Jason, and so had he.

Among Jason's many labels, the one that keeps its promises is reassuring.

"Okay, I got it."

"You—you have to be careful."

Tyri's eyes flashed with hesitation and reluctance, but in the end she nodded firmly.

She didn't want to get McCall in trouble herself.

Kemi on the side immediately grabbed Tyri's hand.

"Don't worry, I'll be with you."

Kemi comforts Tyri, who is younger than her.

Seeing this scene, McCall was completely relieved, and after nodding at Jason and the three again, he pushed the door straight out, and the footsteps quickly disappeared.

"What do we do next?"

Brian motioned Kemi and Tyri back to the room with his eyes again, and then asked Jason and John.

Kemi didn't want to close the door, she wanted to hear what her father and Jason were talking about.

It's a pity that the rooms here are so well soundproofed.

Just through a door, I didn't hear anything.

What is an apartment so soundproofed for?

Kemi thought indignantly.

Then, she noticed Jason and John staring at her.

The gazes of both of them were that kind of indifferent and calm, especially Jason, who also had something in his eyes that made her feel inexplicably stressed.

"Kemi?"

Brian raised his voice at this time.

"Got it."

Kemi reluctantly agreed, closing the door.

But just as the door was about to close, Kemi stuck his head out and stuck out his tongue at Jason.

Then, the door slammed shut.

Looking at the closed door, Kemi snorted angrily, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and Tyri on the side walked over with two cups and handed one of them directly to Kemi.

Kemi immediately gave a thumbs up.

Two young girls hold cups against the door, eavesdropping on the conversation outside.

"I'm sorry, I was too busy at work, and Kemi has been living with my ex-wife."

Brian apologizes to Jason and John.

"You're divorced?"

John asked suddenly.

"At that time, I didn't understand the importance of family."

"I regret it now."

"So, I've been making amends."

Brian sighed softly.

"At least, you still have a chance to make amends."

After John finished speaking, he remained silent again.

Brian was equally silent.

Jason didn't break the silence immediately, the two men with strong appearances have a softness in their hearts that ordinary people can't imagine, and when they are touched, they give some time and deserve respect.

After about a few seconds, Brian was the first to come back to his senses.

"How do we do it?"

Brian asked again.

"Weapons, ammunition."

"Whatever McCall investigates, these are what we have to do."

"And the investigation into McCall!"

Jason said, looking at Brian.

"Brian, I want you to be able to investigate the whole thing from other ways."

"From an angle that McCall couldn't even consider."

Jason admonished.

"Understood."

Brian nodded.

"Leave the weapons to me."

"I have channels."

John made a direct promise.

"I think you should give me an extra room than that."

Jason gestured to a room not far away.

As a landlord, John understood right away.

"No problem."

As he spoke, John stood up and walked to the phone.

Brian, who had finished talking to his daughter, left 313 at this time.

Soon, the room was arranged.

It is on the third floor, and it is the other side of the next door: 312.

Jason watched Kemi and Tyri enter the room, but instead of returning to the room, he motioned to John and walked straight downstairs.

He hadn't forgotten the crucial point in the whole thing.

……

Outside the interrogation room, Davide couldn't help but sigh as he watched his assistant Hunter's interrogation of Elmod's old butler.

His assistant is quite a nice young man, there is no doubt about that.

It can be called excellent among his peers.

But still too young.

Some things are inevitably impulsive.

Looking at the assistant who slapped the table again, Davide knocked on the door.

The middle-aged sheriff knew that he couldn't let his assistant interrogate it, and if it continued, I was afraid that something would go wrong.

He didn't want any stains on his assistant's resume.

Knock, knock!

After knocking on the door, the middle-aged sheriff pushed the door in.

"Hunter."

Davide looked at the young assistant who had already stood up angrily, and couldn't help but shout.

"Sheriff, I'm ......"

"Go wash your face."

"I'll leave it to me."

Davide patted his assistant on the shoulder.

The young assistant nodded and walked out.

By this time, sanity had returned to him, and he knew what kind of mistake he would have made if Davide hadn't appeared in time just now.

Beat up the prisoners!

This is no small matter.

Especially when facing that guy.

The thought of the guy he had just interrogated made young Hunter have a toothache.

He had never faced such a difficult opponent.

Silent!

From the moment I entered the interrogation room, I have been silent!

It's been two hours, and the other party hasn't said a word, let alone made any requests!

It seems to be dumb!

As soon as he thought of this, the anger in his heart made Hunter's brows tighten.

Whoa, whoa!

Holding the cold water from the faucet with both hands, Hunter threw a handful on his face.

The stimulation of cold water made him calm again.

Then, without wiping his face with a towel, he wiped his sleeve with his sleeve, and Hunt hurried back to the room next door to the interrogation room, where he wanted to see how Davide interrogated the difficult prisoner.

Interrogation room.

Davide looked at the middle-aged and elderly man in a tuxedo and white gloves in front of him with a smile on his face.

Even when the other party was sitting in the interrogation room, he still maintained a considerable demeanor.

Moreover, for two hours, the other party's back was straight, and he did not lean back in the chair or tilt his body from beginning to end.

This kind of demeanor is not to say that a middle-aged or elderly person with gray hair can't do it, even an ordinary young person can't do it.

"You're such a good butler."

"I really admire that you can do this at your age."

The middle-aged sheriff habitually began to praise.

Hosility only brings vigilance.

Praise always has unexpected gains.

The middle-aged sheriff is convinced of this.

"Are you a member of the 'Stewardship Alliance' according to the information?"

"Can you tell me about this organization?"

"You know, my wealth makes me unqualified to face this organization, so, I'm curious."

The middle-aged sheriff asked with a smile as he got up and walked to the water dispenser on the side, brought a glass of warm water to the old butler of Eimod, and placed it in front of the other party.

"Thank you."

Amod's old butler thanked him as soon as he put the glass in front of him.

The body bows slightly, and the right hand is placed in front of the chest.

At a glance, there is no stereotypical influence, but a personable demeanor.

Then, he took a sip from his glass of water.

When the cup is lowered, it is still in its original position, not bad at all, as if it was measured by a ruler.

"You're welcome."

The middle-aged sheriff responded with a smile.

Silence is only relative.

As long as you find the corresponding gap, you will be able to break down the seemingly solid barrier.

In fact, the so-called barrier is not much stronger than a membrane.

It's all broken with a poke.

When that membrane is punctured, everything will be smooth.

It takes skill, though.

Davide knew this very well, so after responding, he did not immediately press the old butler, but began to look through the information in front of him.

Findirt, male, 56 years old, was born in Cherry City in 43.

After that, the records of elementary school, junior high school, high school, and even the 'butler academy' are extremely clear.

The 56-year-old has served two masters.

The first was a man named 'Edward', but the gentleman failed in his business and could not afford to pay Findirt, and after nearly 30 years of cooperation, the contract was peacefully terminated.

The second is Amode.

This bastard was introduced to Findirt two years ago.

It was also during these two years that Amodmine's business became quite prosperous.

Many people are speculating that it has something to do with the help of the old butler.

This is confirmed by the information in Davide's possession.

With 30 years of experience as a butler serving Edward, Findirt has not only accumulated a large number of contacts, but also has a considerable sense of business, and has given Amod several investment advice, all of which have gained a lot of money.

Therefore, Amod trusted the old butler more and more.

So, Davide was sure, the old butler must know something they didn't know about 'Elmod's secrets'.

The more this happens, the more Davide shows relaxation and kindness.

The middle-aged sheriff didn't look up, and continued to flip through the information in his hand, and the praise in his mouth did not stop.

"You're amazing!"

"It took only 8 years to graduate from the 'housekeeping academy' at the age of 24, and as far as I know, if you want to graduate from there, you have to study for at least 10 years."

"Your first employer is very happy with you."

"Diligent, responsible, and almost every year is the same excellent evaluation."

"Your second employer...... Well, I am full of praise for you, thinking that you can be trusted and can be a legacy steward who presides over the overall situation. ”

The praise of the middle-aged sheriff did not get a response from the old housekeeper.

And the middle-aged sheriff didn't seem to care about whether there was a response or not, so he said to himself.

Minutes and seconds passed.

Davide seems to have met an old friend to catch up with.

The words did not stop, in addition to pouring water for himself and the old housekeeper, he also asked people to cook two packets of instant noodles.

"I'm sorry, there's nothing to entertain you."

The middle-aged sheriff held instant noodles with a sincere apology on his face.

"It's good enough."

"Thank you."

This time, the old butler responded again.

Moreover, there is one more sentence than before.

The middle-aged sheriff smiled from the bottom of his heart.

Everything is in his hands.

In the next room, Hunter, the assistant who watched all this through the one-sided glass, was also relieved.

He could tell that the old butler's attitude was softening.

A few more times, they're sure to get what they want.

But at this time-

Knock, knock.

There was a knock on the door to the interrogation room.

Not like the middle-aged sheriff, then pushed the door in, and the knocker waited quietly.

"Please come in."

The middle-aged sheriff frowned, but immediately changed to a smiling face again.

The door was pushed open.

A man dressed exactly like Fendilt walked in.

Compared to Fendilt, the person in front of him is older.

But he still had a straight back, his steps were consistent as he went, his all-white hair was meticulously combed back to his head, and a white handkerchief was neatly folded in his breast pocket, revealing a corner.

However, what the middle-aged sheriff cared about the most was an order in the other party's hand.

Release Order.

Release Fendilt, with the Director's signature.

"Sergeant Davide, good evening."

The old man first bowed, and then handed the order in his hand to the middle-aged sheriff.

The middle-aged sheriff, who had already caught a glimpse of the release order, took the order with an unchanged expression, and then, with a smile on his face, turned to the side, signaling that the two could leave at any time.

"Thank you."

The old butler got up from his chair and thanked him again as he passed by the middle-aged sheriff.

Davide immediately responded with a smile, and then watched the two leave.

When the figures of the two disappeared at the end of the hallway, Hunter in the observation room could no longer hold back.

"Sheriff, just let them go?"

The young man asked.

"With the director's order, we can't keep people!"

"And ......"

"Things seem to be getting more interesting."

The smile on Davide's face grew brighter and brighter.

"Interesting?"

The young man was stunned.

"That man, the man who came with the director's order, is Dodd's butler."

Davide whispered.

"Dodd?"

"That Dodd?"

The young man looked at Davide in disbelief.

Davide didn't answer, just nodded.

In the eyes of the middle-aged sheriff, there was coldness.

……

Outside the police station, in an ordinary car, Fendilt sat in the co-pilot's seat.

The Cherry City Speaker Butler sat in the driver's seat and started the car.

The car slowly left the police station and began to accelerate after passing a block.

It wasn't until the remote suburbs of Cherry City that the car stopped.

"What exactly did you do?"

As soon as the car stopped, Poel asked.

The speaker's butler looked extremely angry, not only glaring at Findirt with wide eyes, but the muscles on his face twitched, and after a sentence was asked, he roared again: "Do you know what you have done? ”

"I didn't dissuade Mr. Elmod."

"I knew it would be dangerous for him to go back, but I didn't dissuade him."

The old butler bowed his head in shame.

"Why?"

"Why don't you remind him?"

"Why don't you fulfill the duties of a steward?"

The questioning continued.

"I, I ......"

The old butler's mouth opened and his words stuttered a little.

Then, he took a deep breath and said straight away:

"I don't want a tragedy to happen!"

"I don't want those innocent girls to be tortured again!"

"I don't want those happy families to be ruined again!"

The voice is loud and powerful.

The old man looked at the old butler's flushed face, looked at the tough but hesitant eyes, he was silent for a moment, and then continued to ask.

"Do you know the consequences of what you do?"

"Yes."

"Removed from the Stewardship Alliance."

"Disqualified as a steward."

The old butler nodded, his face bitter.

"You will also be blacklisted, and you will not be welcomed by any family or power that has members of the Steward Alliance...... You lose the last of your decency. ”

Ponel said word by word.

The old butler was silent, a hint of regret in his eyes.

"People have to pay for the consequences of what they do."

"I am."

"So are you."

After Poel finished speaking, he pointed outside.

The old butler pushed open the door, and just as he was about to close it, an envelope was handed to him.

"Lord Pon?"

The old butler looked at Pon.

"Your severance pay is not a 'butler alliance', I applied for it privately."

Speaking of this, Poel paused for about a second, and then continued: "If you can, you leave Cherry City immediately, and don't come back in this life!" ”

Airplanes!

The motor roared, and Poel stepped on the accelerator.

The car sped away.

After driving for about four or five hundred meters, the seemingly ordinary center console suddenly flipped over, revealing an LCD screen, and the image of an old man in his sixties, full of white hair, and pajamas appeared.

"Findirt, that's good, isn't it?"

The old man said.

"Well, yes sir, he's a good guy."

"But it's not suitable for living in today's society."

"Nor is he a qualified housekeeper."

Poel replied in a respectful tone.

The honorific title and tone both show the identity of the old man on the LCD screen.

Speaker of Cherry City: Dodd.

"That's why I wanted him to be by Todini's side, but alas...... He was still a little close, and the darkness that Emmod showed alone consumed him. ”

The Speaker sighed, his face full of regret.

Todini, the member of parliament that Emmode did his best to support.

It is also a strong contender for the next speaker.

To put it simply, Todini is the Speaker's worst enemy.

"I'm sorry, sir."

"It's because my arrangements aren't in place."

"I miscalculated Findirt's patience."

Poon said apologetically.

"No, no, no."

"Pon, you're not wrong."

"I also miscalculated."

"So, don't take it personally."

The old man waved his hand.

"Yes, sir."

"I've also investigated that impersonator, and it's Aimud's subordinates who are doing mischief."

Pauer reported something else.

"Oh?"

"Damn it."

"Actually exposed such darkness to the people's vision."

The old man frowned, and then, his brow unfolded.

He adjusted his sitting, his tone showing a sense of ease.

"Thankfully, he's dead!"

"Although we did not achieve our goal against Todini, the death of Elmod is also a good thing for us."

"Come back soon, we need to discuss how to digest these benefits."

"By the way, remember to dispose of Fendilt."

The old man commanded.

Butlers who graduate from the housekeeping academy are not only people who manage affairs, but more often than not, they also serve as consultants.

Occasionally, there will be guest appearances in some dishonorable professions.

It also makes them more worthy of the trust of their employers.

Of course, each of them is quite professional.

"Yes, sir!"

After Poel answered, the LCD screen was hidden again.

Pon, on the other hand, made a phone call.

"Well, do it."

After a simple command, the car accelerated.

The glow of the headlights soon faded into the night.

As always, darkness covered the land.

The deep night makes people feel peaceful, but it also brings the fear of location.

Fendilt was walking along the suburban highway with a thick stack of large bills, the road was smooth but there were no street lights, so when a beam of light appeared behind him, Findirt immediately stopped and looked behind him.

A pickup truck drove slowly, and a bearded man sat in the driver's seat.

"Hey, do I need to piggyback on you?"

The bearded man asked.

"Thank you very much."

The old butler bowed and thanked him, looking at the bowed old butler, the murderous intent appeared in the bearded man's eyes, and as soon as he raised his hand, he took out a pistol and pointed it directly at the head of the old butler.

At this time, the old butler seemed to be more sincere in expressing his gratitude, his neck bent and his head lowered.

And then—

Sou!

A short arrow shot out and plunged straight into the bearded man's throat.

Burst!

The red light bursts.