"Alpha Khoda Gold Coins?" Albert's voice sounded a little surprised, "I've heard something about those gold coins. What do they do, you ask? ”

"Alpha Khoda Gold Coins, Tishes, A.R.X., Death in Bakitardon XVI. The two bodies at 2174 Main Street—what connection there is between them. I have a little guess, but I can't know for sure. I need your help me to look it up. ”

"Investigate the connection between Alphabhoda Gold and Tithe?"

"No, it's investigating the connection between the Alpha Buhoda Gold Coin and the A.R.X. I think you should have a way to find out as soon as possible. ”

"This ...... Possibly. Albert snorted indistinctly, "It could cost me some time, and money." ”

"Need me to sign a check for you?"

"Hey, good man, forget it. You can't afford to sign it. Albert smiled, "Is there anything else?" ”

"No more. If only this could be done for me as soon as possible. Notify me immediately of any news. ”

"I feel more and more that it was a mistake to know you."

"That's what I'm trying to say, Albert - I'm so strange what you're trying to get out of me with all this stuff?"

"About that," Albert calmed down, "when you need to know, you'll naturally know." See you later, detective. ”

As soon as the words fell, Albert Lisso hung up the phone. Ed at this end silently put away his phone, looked at the straight road in front of him, and the huge bulge that was already looming on the horizon not far away, took a deep breath, and stepped on the accelerator.

Then he found out that the car was running out of gas.

……

The name given by Dear Mr. Garrison is "Pafrenza". Unlike Garrison, a small manager who is stuffed in a corner, Paflorenza has a position in the organization at least two levels above him, the kind of being who needs him to come out and be a smirking companion when he comes to his place for a drink.

Garrison tells Ed two addresses. One of them is the home of Baflorensa, located near the central square in the small Kartner district. But now the honorable Mr. Barflorence is not at home. He, like Mrs. Bing, who had been taken to the hospital by Ed some time ago, had a car accident while walking along the river in the evening. And because he is not on crutches, he broke his leg and is now recuperating in the hospital.

Garrison's second address to Ed is the location of the current Sanatorium where Barflorence is located. Unlike most people, Barflorence did not go to a regular hospital, but to a small, beautiful and valuable private hospital on the Sabilivo Hill. I heard that the director of that private hospital did not have enough financial resources and ability to support the construction and operation of such a super, high-end and luxurious sanctuary, and the reason why he was able to achieve his current achievements was entirely because there was another force behind him that secretly funded him, so that all his unrealistic ideas could finally be realized.

And it is self-evident where this "other power" comes from the big players who can play such a big game so easily. Of course, they're not just kind. In the world over there, everything is a transaction. Of course, you can, but you have to pay off.

Now, Pafrancenza has been blessed with the light of the organization and has enjoyed this reward. A hospital stay in a place like Sabilifu Hill is no different from a vacation, the only difference may be a long cast on your leg. This is very detrimental to going to the toilet.

Ed took a long detour, refueled his black car, which was as cheap as a jacket suit, and rushed up the winding mountain road to the top of the mountain. He had no restraint, ignoring other cars passing by him, and driving as fast as his courage and technology allowed him to. He was already lagging behind, and the little time he had lost had left him even behind. He hoped he wouldn't be too late and wouldn't miss it again.

Ten minutes later, he arrived at his destination.

Sabilifer Sanatorium is indeed a very beautiful building, although the top floor is only four floors, but it covers a large area, and the decoration should be beautiful, like a quadrangle in the shape of a quadrangular shape located in the deepest part of the summit of Sabilifu Mountain, next to nothing but the forest. If Ed was not mistaken, there should have been a large open space in the middle, like a courtyard, designed as a garden within a building. He figured that no one would grow potatoes in it.

Ed felt pity. He doesn't pay much attention to the art of architecture, but beautiful things are always more pleasing to the eye than bad ones.

The parking lot here should not be open to new cars for the time being. In fact, even if it picked up Ed, he didn't want to drive the car in. He stopped on the side of the road, in front of the hospital, and got out of the car.

Thinking about what might happen next, he didn't rush in immediately, but straightened his clothes, fastened the only button, and tidied up his collar well, no longer with a casual appearance with his neckline wide open. He licked his lips and glanced down the door at the entrance of the hospital building. There was a car there.

It used to be a very good car, an armoured pickup truck that had obviously been specially modified, the kind of military vehicle that was only seen in the military or private armed companies. But now it doesn't look good at all.

It was destroyed, crashed in front of the hospital door, half of its head smashed into the tempered glass on the left side of the hospital gate, stuck there and unable to move, and the burning flames on its body were turning it into scrap metal little by little.

Ed walked over to it, past the flowerbed, and glanced again at the flowerbed's platform. An airtight mercenary wearing a helmet, a black combat uniform, and wrapped all over his body lay there lying on his back, quadriplegic. Underneath his head rested his gun, a black short-barreled rifle.

Postureally, he seems to be very comfortable. But biologically, he's dead. His goggles were smashed, his eyes were rounded, and the blood from his mouth and nose had seeped out.

Ed didn't let his eyes waste too much time on him. He's not special at all, it's full of corpses like him, flames everywhere, bullet holes everywhere. There's a brother of his running under the wheel of that cute armored pickup truck. That guy is even more worth seeing than this.

"You're right here, aren't you?"

Ed looked up, glanced at the top floor of the hospital, and then stepped up the stairs into the lobby of the main hall. As expected, it's a mess too. The semi-circular counter opposite the main entrance has been half-honeycombed, the huge and delicate mural-like logo of the nursing home behind it has been half gone, and the sofa in the waiting area next to it has been burned into a lizard by the flames, and it is still burned.

Here, among the corpses of the mercenaries that can be seen everywhere, Ed unexpectedly sees two living people. They appeared to be staff at the hospital itself, a man and a woman, hiding behind the counter, revealing half of their heads and secretly looking at Ed. They seemed to be frightened, but they still kept their sanity. It's not easy, in every way.

"Hey," Ed said, gesturing at them, "is she up there?" ”

"Who...... Who? It was the man who spoke, and his voice stuttered a little, probably because of that.

"The guy who came here. The woman. Ed pointed upstairs, "She's still here, isn't she, isn't she leaving?" ”

This time the two of them couldn't even speak, probably because Ed had mentioned something that terrified them so much, and just nodded stiffly.

"What floor?"

"No...... I don't know. ”

"Do you know each other, Mr. Pafrenza?"

"Acquaintance."

"What floor is he?"

"The third layer."

"Thank you."

Ed watched the two of them react cautiously, didn't pay much attention to them, just nodded his head in thanks, and then turned and walked to the elevator. Thankfully, the elevator hasn't broken yet.

Holding his breath, Ed closed his eyes in the elevator. He didn't know whether it was too fast or too slow to say that the time to stand still was too fast, and whether he would prefer this period of silence to be longer or shorter. Anyway, after the elevator doors opened again, he opened his eyes and walked out with his feet up.

The floors on this floor are not much better than the lobby on the first floor. Ed walked forward, except for a few sparse corpses—most of them were estimated to have died downstairs—but also the familiar mess, the iron shelves on the side full of medical equipment, and the lights above his head flickering on and off, and a piece of lamp still half-hanging in the air, stinging and thorning. In the middle of the hospital floor, the environment is very dim even during the day, so you need to keep the lights on.

As he passed by the workbench, Ed spotted several nurses and doctors peeking out of the window in the infirmary. When they found Ed looking, they all hid again.

Ed took a breath, frowned, and continued walking. He knew where the hospital room in Paflorence was, and he could guess it. He guessed when the two men in the lobby on the first floor told him about the third floor, because he had taken a special look outside the building, and the third floor had a very exaggerated, obviously specially expanded ward, with an open-air observation deck.

This sanatorium is not a very important property for A.R.X, it is not among the top of the list. Otherwise, a guy with a middle level like Barfrenza wouldn't be qualified to live in a top room here.

But compared to that, Ed now had something else occupying his mind, something that had kept his frown on his frown.

It's too much of an exaggeration, it's all too much of an exaggeration. He knew that the man he was chasing was once a hired killer with a reputation for ruthlessness, a cold and efficient bounty hunter, but now it didn't seem like what a killer could do, not the style of a man of that profession.

It's more like an Avenger, an Avenger full of rage, an unstoppable ruthless beast with iron teeth and steel teeth, a ...... that has lost its chains Rabies.

"It's not a rabid dog." Ed then shook his head inwardly, "It's rabies. ”