Listening to Qin Ran's words, the expression on Ford's face became more and more frightened.

Obviously, everything is just as Qin Ran said.

Qin Ran was not surprised by such a result.

There's no doubt that the 'Thorn of Penetration' has other preparations, but whatever the plan is, it revolves around the 'Onuma', which is one with Yancheng.

Moreover, the 'Piercing Thorn' cannot directly face the 'Onuma', and can only use methods that do not attract the attention of most people, but will affect the strength of the 'Onuma'.

With this in mind, some inferences become simpler.

Destroy the Flame City!

In a way that slows down first and then rushes, and after the eruption, it will catch Onuma off guard.

And what could be more subtle than bribing a group of 'natives' who are themselves constantly at war, without attracting the attention of others?

Therefore, someone like Ford is the best candidate.

Of course, Ford is just one of the candidates.

Not only is such a person too easy to find, but also because if you want to form a situation where a spark can ignite the prairie in an instant, one person is not enough.

So, without Ford, the plan for the 'Piercing Thorn' will not be affected.

According to common sense, the 'Thorn of Penetration' wouldn't pay more attention to Ford.

But Qin Ran is not a person who gives up without trying.

"Oak, he's over to you."

"If you can, ask him everything he knows, and then, do whatever you want."

"The 'Hair Demon' will cooperate with you."

Qin Ran, who understood the old detective's character, said very simply.

"What about you?"

The old detective asked.

"Try your luck."

"I'll look for you tomorrow morning at the latest."

Qin Ran gave an accurate time.

"Good luck then."

Without hesitation, Qin Ran's words just now, the old detective heard it very clearly, it was about demons, not to mention the 'piercing thorn', even if it was an inconspicuous small organization, it was not something he could handle.

The old detective, who knew exactly what to do, started the car and quickly disappeared into the night.

After Qin Ran watched the old detective's car go away, he turned around and returned to the vicinity of Ford's stronghold again, monitoring everything that happened inside.

This night, because of the disappearance of Ford, Delin Street was not quiet.

Near the side of the ghetto, gunfire continued.

The police cordoned off the side of the wealthy area and sent a team of police to set up a makeshift sentry, but that was it.

They don't allow any help. Send. Divide. The sub-people are close here.

In the same way, they will not participate in the gang. Send. Divide. Among the subs.

As for the rest of the slums?

In the eyes of these policemen, those people are also gangs. Send. Divide. Child.

Therefore, these police officers ignored the calls and requests for help they received.

Countless lessons have already told them not to join these gangs rashly. Pie in the brawl.

That would only cost them a lot.

The right thing to do: wait until it's over.

Minutes and seconds passed.

Eventually, when the sun rose, everything was gone, the gunshots were gone, the screams and roars were gone, as if everything had receded into the ground with the darkness.

But in the sun, the bloody corpses became more and more dazzling.

Bands of police took to the streets and began to pick up the pieces.

Qin Ran, who had been standing in the corner all night, sighed with a little disappointment.

He didn't get anything out of the night.

The Thorn of Piercing didn't show up because of Ford.

Even, nothing related to demons appeared, and it was a gang from beginning to end. Send. Divide. Sub brawl.

"Do you sow it and ignore it?"

"Then if there is something wrong with the seeds themselves......"

"What will you do?"

Qin Ran took a deep breath, and after quickly throwing the disappointment out of his mind, the whole person quickly melted into the shadows.

Without the slightest pause, Qin Ran went straight back to the old detective's temporary residence.

When he saw Qin Ran pushing the door in, the old detective, who had obviously not slept all night, handed over the interrogation record.

"He's even more cunning than he thought."

"If you only admit a few innocuous things, you will only be locked up for a few months at most, or even less...... What a damn one! ”

The old inspector cursed as he spoke.

"Can I go see him?"

"Of course, everything is accompanied by you, and I need to change my appearance a little as well."

Qin Ran asked tentatively.

And in his heart, Qin Ran had already done it, even if the old detective didn't agree, he would go to 'see' Ford's decision in private.

In other words, the reason why Qin Ran simply asked the old detective to bring Ford back was that he confirmed that Ford would not confess so simply.

If Ford really was such a 'straight' guy, he wouldn't be the one who controls Delin Street. Send. Head. See.

That sniper, you say?

Qin Ran, who is not an aborigine, has to hire such a killer in more than three ways without showing up, let alone someone like Ford.

"Okay."

After a moment of hesitation, the old detective finally nodded.

An hour later, according to the process, Qin Ran, who was wearing sunglasses and had no face to cover, saw Ford.

As soon as he saw Qin Ran, Ford struggled violently.

But the handcuffs on the wrists make the struggle weak.

What made Ford's heart even worse was that the 'hair demon' hidden in his pocket was poking out a strand of hair and piercing him. Chest. The skin of the mouth.

Pain!

Fear!

The former comes from a nerve response, while the latter is a conjecture of a heart piercing.

"Look at me."

Qin Ran said lightly.

The pain in his chest made Ford look up very cooperatively.

"Good."

Qin Ran smiled with satisfaction, and the ghostly light on the [Ring of Mesli] on the middle finger of his left hand flashed away.

……

Derin Street, inside Ford's office.

Two of Ford's henchmen are facing off.

"Hey, Clay don't kid, you're really going to go against me?"

With a big back and a cigarette in his mouth, Carey squinted at the stout scarred opponent in front of him.

"You're not the boss yet."

"Why can't I go against you?"

Clay sneered.

"I'm not one yet, but I'll be there in a moment!"

Carey took a drag on his cigarette and spat out a smoke ring.

"I don't think so."

Clay sneered.

"Do you need me to prove it to you?"

"Look at how loud my cry is?"

Carey raised her voice.

"I'll see."

Clay made a gesture of please.

But he didn't really put up with it, but when Carey went to open the door, he opened the door first, and Carey seemed to know all this and grabbed the other party.

The two of them squeezed out the door almost side by side.

But the scene that appeared in front of them made the two stunned.