Volume Five: The Cold-Blooded Princess and the Dark Paradise Chapter Ninety-Four: Donfly's Action
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Don Salan sensed something was wrong. This is not normal, it is not rare, and with her usual shrewdness and ability, she should not have discovered Tangfrie's abnormality until now. But even so, this surprise itself is indeed reasonable, because she has just returned to Bablair from the outside, and has just learned all the changes that she can know about Bablair during her absence in a very short period of time through the many channels of the family machine and her own unique set of investigative methods, and the most bomb of them is naturally the all-out cold war between the Donfrie family and the Dark Paradise in the past month. So much so that the entire dark kingdom of Bablair was in turmoil.
Don Salan's mood was shaken. She naturally knew how terrifying the power of Dark Heaven was, as the head of Barblair's most powerful triumvirate, and under normal circumstances, it was absolutely impossible for the Tangfrey family to bargain even the slightest bit in their hands by head-on methods, let alone win a formal war with absolute interests. His brother is playing with fire - in a barn full of gasoline!
Of course, she also knew that Donfrey was not a fool, and since he had really done something stupid in her own eyes, there was definitely a reason to explode enough to make him take the risk from behind. And this reason is undoubtedly the sudden and strange death of the Great Boss of Dark Paradise - it should now be said that the former Grand Boss "Frankie" has died.
Frankie's death was inexplicable, without warning, but since Dark Heaven had released the news, it couldn't be fake - and no one really cared how Frankie died, they cared about Frankie's death itself. The change of power is never easy, especially for an organization as large as Dark Paradise. And with the influence of Dark Paradise in Barblair, a major earthquake that will ripple the mighty inland sea is inevitable.
And since even an outsider like himself can think of this, wouldn't he be able to think of the dark heaven that took the initiative to release the news to the outside world? Will they be prepared for nothing?
Don Salan realized it when she felt a dark cloud of agitation envelop her brain and crackle. She immediately integrated and analyzed all the back and forth of the war between the family and the Dark Heaven in the past month, and then quickly came to a conclusion with a dark face - in the past month, although it seems that they have brought a lot of trouble to the Dark Heaven, but the Dark Heaven's response every time is orderly and unhurried, like a firefighter who always knows in advance where the fire is, can always carry a ton of fire extinguishers and wait to extinguish the fire in advance, and he moves neatly, quickly and ruthlessly, They didn't take advantage of it at all.
That's right β that's what really makes Don Salan feel creepy. If the family strictly calculated, it would be good to make a little money, or Dark Heaven would fight back against them more ruthlessly, and bite the meat from their bodies into their mouths, but the weird thing is that the two of them have been fighting until now It has been a perfect stalemate - a perfect stalemate, and no one has taken advantage of anyone!
Is this a coincidence? NoβDon Salan wouldn't make such a lowly mistake, she didn't believe in coincidences. There is never a "coincidence" in their world.
Everything is under the calculations of the Dark Heaven, and they - or just "her" themselves - are planning something, and the Donfried family is nothing more than a pawn in it!
Don Salan, who guessed that this floor, couldn't sit still. Despite the fact that there was no basis for it, even though everything was nothing more than her own unwarranted speculation, she just couldn't sit still. She thought of what the terrible consequences would be if this conjecture was true, so she immediately rushed to Donfried all the time, and according to her usual character and style, she spoke directly and bluntly to her face, demanding that her eldest brother immediately cease war with Dark Heaven. She was afraid that if she delayed it any longer, even if it was only for another day, there would be a risk that everything would be too late.
And although she is not much different from her usual self on the surface, in fact, because of the relationship between high spirits, inner tension, clear purpose, and over-concentration of consciousness, her observation and some abilities in other aspects are greatly reduced, just like the principle that only staring at one thing will automatically ignore the principle of other things. As a result, she didn't suddenly notice the weirdness of her brother Donfrie until now.
Not only did he uncharacteristically refute his opinions directly and forcefully when it came to the issue with Dark Heaven, but he also clearly reserved himself, what did he not say to himself?
If that's the case......
"Is there something new that I don't know about?" She looked at her brother and suddenly asked.
"Oh?" Don Freery came back to his senses, looked at Don Saran, and asked with interest, "What do you know?" β
"If I had to say," Don Salan kept his eyes peeling, "it should have been everything that had happened before today. β
"Yes." Don Freey was noncommittal.
"Including you asking Carl to assassinate Tabilon - and he failed."
"Jaime failed. Carl was just wrong not to expect our old friend Detective Duroc to be there. β
"Excuses are not reasons, master." Don Salan's tone turned cold, "His misjudgment led to the failure of the operation, and he and his arrogant and stupid junior were not punished in any way. β
"He brought the latest intelligence."
"The family has brought the latest information." Don Salan corrected Don Free's statement, "And Carl was the first to get it because of his position." β
Don Freery shrugged his shoulders and decided not to argue with his sister on the issue. He poured himself a cup of black tea, and there was nothing more heartwarming than a steaming black tea.
"At the end of the day, he's still the leader of the family. The family needed him, and he did contribute to the family right away. β
"You're saying he went out of his hand to catch Duroc and an unknown detective who popped out of nowhere β and ended up letting one run away?"
"He encountered a rabbit." Don Freery took a sip of tea and lowered his gaze, "It's not easy to bring one back. And the appearance of the rabbit also corroborates the information knocked on in Duroc from the side. β
"You're talking about an old woman who lives alone outside of our territory and doesn't know what she has to do with rabbits." Don Saram leaned back in his chair and clasped his hands, "Whatever the rabbit's relationship with her, do you really think that old man can help us do anything to a child of the Nether?" β
"No," Donfrey shook his head and grinned, "but I'm sure she might have had some unintended effect on the one who gave the order to the Nether Child. This is at least an attempt worth exploring, after all, I don't believe that Safatina would let one of her sharpest hyenas run to the house of someone who has nothing to do with her, without any reason. β
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Don Salan didn't speak immediately. She also felt that there was some truth in what Donfrie had said, and that from their point of view, Safatina's behavior was indeed a little incomprehensible.
"That's what you think," Don Salan said suddenly, his eyes looking at Don Free, also unblinking, "but instead of sending someone to the old woman's house right away, you sent a group of family soldiers to the Wyrne district?" β
"That's exactly what I did." Don Frie nodded, "Tabillon is there." β
Don Salan straightened up unconsciously.
"We've received the message," Don Fri said of Don Salan's reaction, "Tabilon was secretly transferred by the Barblair Bureau to a small, privately run clinic in Wilder to recuperate, as a way to escape our pursuit. I've had people check that there is indeed a clinic converted from a private house, registered under the name of a female physician named Tithe. She was the only physician there, and it was a very humble and low-key place where there were no nurses, and it was indeed perfect for Tibetans. β
"So you're going to have someone go there and dispose of Tagyron first, and then you're going to 'visit' the owner of the rabbit's nest outside?"
"Anyway, it's just on the way." Don Frie laughs, "It saves time and energy." I guess that shouldn't be a problem. β
"There's only one," Don Salan's cold gaze remained unchanged, "the leader of the team is the one who was largely responsible for the defeat in the Tabyron assassination mission. β
"The task that he messed up will naturally be made up by him." "That's Karl's suggestion β this time Jaime doesn't have any opponents to deal with, all he has to do is 'walk by' the clinic and accidentally throw an incendiary bomb into it." β
"The mission wasn't screwed up by Jaime, it was screwed up by Carl." Don Salan corrected Don Free's statement again, "And once again he pushed the factor of the last failure out of the equation, and did not personally make up for the mistakes he had made." β
"There's no way, understand." Don Frie shook his head, "He has another important task ahead of him. β
"What task?"
Don Fri didn't speak, but pulled out his phoneβhis phone was thin and small like a piece of glassβand then tossed it on the table, slid in front of Don Saran, and automatically popped up a holographic three-dimensional window of light and shadow a little larger than a palm. Don Saram frowned as he glanced at the contents twice.
"Dark Heaven has rented a ship from the Golden Galleon?"
"And there's a big fuss up there." Donfrey let out a laugh that he didn't know what it meant, "Gotti and Safatina's other hound appeared, and his attitude was very tough, as if he took the matter very seriously. β
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"But that's not the point." Without waiting for Don Salan to look at the information and think about what the result was, Don Freery said again, his voice lowered, "The important thing is the other thing that is the opposite. β