Chapter 532

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In the early morning of 2 September, before Dušan had yet to wake up, Gal brought him a message that Mura wanted to see him. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was Mura, not Olivier! Could something have happened? Duchamp muttered and went to the Channeling Store to meet Mura.

Mulla had a gloomy face and told him as soon as they met that the signal was cut off.

Duchamp took the headphones, fiddled with them a few times, and said with certainty: "That bird has been captured, and maybe even taken apart!" ”

"When it was getting close to dawn, the last time I heard a sound coming from someone looking for Delgado, and the last sound that came was a gunshot."

Duchamp was a little heartbroken, but he was not very frightened, and it was impossible to use the water birds to counter them. He asked Mura in detail about the last information from the waterfowl, but he couldn't get the point.

"Maybe it's not just the army checking the accounts, and it's unusual that someone has twice asked the speaker to stop holding the banquet." Mulla, who had received some kind of training, could see at a glance the point of the visitor's words, "What does the Speaker's banquet have to do with the army's audit?" As long as the logistics chief keeps a low profile, he can do it. ”

Duchamp was a little nervous when it came to the banquet, and he suddenly thought of a possibility: "I have been lobbying the parliamentarians for the past two days, hoping to take the opportunity of the banquet to get the parliamentarians to raise a bill asking the military to lift the blockade of Eagle Pass." Could it be that someone is planning to take advantage of the banquet to deal with me? ”

Mura shook his head. "If it's just to deal with you, why wait until the banquet starts, I think there must be something more unusual."

"Maybe it's to deal with the road?"

Mura couldn't help but smile: "What does this have to do with the chief of logistics." Besides, I don't go to the banquet on the road. ”

"I'll investigate again, no matter what, you can't let Olivier go to the banquet." Duchamp turned around and walked out in a panic.

He was going to pay a visit to Delgado's mansion to see what was unusual there, and to see whose hands the waterfowl had fallen to.

If someone knows the goods, maybe the waterfowl has already been handed over to the agents.

In the morning, Delgado's mansion was quiet, and everyone knew that the head of the house was in a particularly bad temper today, and fired a shot before dawn, and then locked himself in his study, and still did not come out.

After waiting for two hours, the butler, who had always been deeply trusted, knocked on the door of the study by asking why he had arranged lunch.

Delgado opened the door to his study, relieved, his lips pale, but still calm. He instructed the butler to arrange all the affairs of the house as usual, and began to arrange the banquet without hurry.

"Let the people in charge of the banquet come and report to me in the afternoon, this matter can't go any further!"

As the spider peered through the glass window, Delgado and the butler checked the banquet guest list and recipes. When the butler had left, Delgado went into the small room in the study.

Through the spider's eye, Duchamp saw at a glance the blackened waterfowl that had been placed in front of the stone statue. It doesn't seem to have been dissected or handed over to anyone.

Duchamp was a little relieved, and at this moment, the stone statue suddenly shone slightly. A colorless ripple passed through the spider and swooped down on Duchamp, who was lying in ambush in the outdoors.

Duchamp felt only dizzy, and he saw the stone statue, which seemed to come to life, staring straight at Duchamp, as if it could see all about him at a glance.

Duchamp's spiritual world rippled, and something seemed to emerge from the sea of clouds. Duchamp's lips trembled, and he gave an order to "withdraw", and staggered down the embankment to retreat.

The star in the depths of the Sea of Consciousness, it is violently resonating with this stone statue.

Duchamp didn't even care about the possibility of attracting attention, and ran as hard as he could, he just wanted to get as far away from the statue as possible.

After a few seconds, he stopped again in confusion.

All the discomfort, strangely gone! Everything was like an auditory hallucination.

He wandered in confusion on the path, tried to take a few more steps back, and nothing happened. Finally, with a twist on his mind, he tentatively turned around and walked back. If there's a danger, let it show early! With this in mind, he walked all the way to the Speaker's mansion, but there was still nothing unusual.

As he was wandering in confusion, a guide car drove up, and the occupants rolled down the window panes and greeted him warmly: "Hey, Styry, are you also visiting the Speaker?" It's so early. ”

Congressman Cassel and several of the speaker's personal aides were in the car. After a few dealings, Councillor Cassel was now able to call Duchamp by his first name.

Several other members of parliament were also full of enthusiasm, and it seemed that the speaker was about to expand the list of invitations to the banquet, and all the members, regardless of whether they belonged to the speaker's faction, were on the invitation list, and what that meant was self-evident.

Listening to the latest good news, Duchamp, whose brain domain had just been stimulated so much, also became a little crazy. He remembered the words of the young Kulo, took out a stack of redemption tickets from his arms, didn't look at it, and gave it to Cassel: "Help me send a faction, as long as you agree with the councilors who put forward the bill to withdraw the card from the Eagle Pass, one for each person!" ”

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving only a few surprised and somewhat delighted councillors.

It's Friday, September 3rd.

Olivier, who had been a good baby for three days, finally couldn't stand it anymore, and he pestered Duchamp to go to the exchange to gamble again in the afternoon.

Duchamp scoffed and stuffed them with a stack of redemption tickets: "Choose for yourself, don't expect me to look at the stone you chose." ”

Olivier, who did not believe in evil, pulled up Learmour, and threw himself into the pile of ore that had been newly pulled again, blindly picking among them, and Mura had no intention of ending up at all, he stood next to Duchamp and asked in a low voice, "Have you found anything abnormal?" ”

Duchamp shook his head: "There is no sign of the army and the police moving, and Delgado is also preparing for the banquet in full swing." I really don't see anything out of the ordinary. ”

"What about you?"

Listening to Mula's question, Duchamp lowered his eyes with some weakness. Since yesterday's accident, he has felt more and more that this Julai is like a crater, and he wants to escape as soon as possible. He had agreed with Lu that if it was business as usual at the banquet, then they would immediately go to talk to some of the people on the list after the banquet.

All the men brought by Ah Jin have already entered the city, some of them are monitoring the streets, some are preparing speedboats, and a net has been prepared in the city.

"I've already bought my tickets, and tomorrow morning, you and Olivier, and Learmour, let's take the train and go quickly. No matter what happens later, I'll tell you later. ”

Mulla glanced at Olivier worriedly: "How can we convince him?" ”

"Sometimes it doesn't depend on his character. Let him be happy and happy today, and then communicate with him well in the evening. ”

The two discussed in a low voice, and Olivier finally took over a bunch of raw ore that no one had picked, and was convincing Lilmu: "Trust my instincts." This pile is sure to make us rich! ”

Liermu hesitated, "Let's let Stellary come over and take a look!" ”

Duchamp shrugged and turned his back.

Olivier, who was shrouded in luck and didn't lose much in the end, didn't seem to see Learmour, who had a black face, put the results of the gamble into his arms, and came to Duchamp to get money, but was rejected by Duchamp coldly.

Olivier cheekily said, "Borrow a little more, it's useless for you to carry the money anyway." Grabbed Duchamp's clothes and grabbed them, and took advantage of the situation to say in Duchamp's ear: "Anyway, this thing is about to be invalidated, so it's better to have a good time!" ”

Duchamp's whole body stiffened, his eyes widened with rage, as if he had been immobilized, and exchanged suspicious glances with Mura, and when he came back to his senses, Olivier had returned to the pile of stones with the spoils of war.

Duchamp's fingers trembled slightly, and their plan was not only seen by Mura, but even Olivier, who was only thinking about eating, drinking, and having fun all day, so was this plan still feasible?

When he left the exchange, Mura drove, and Duchamp sat in the back seat, staring at Olivier's all the time.

Olivier, of course, knew what he was thinking, and looked away from him: "Don't look at me, let's talk about your plan to kidnap the councillor." ”

A muffled thunder exploded in Duchamp's heart.

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