Chapter Twenty-Eight: Gerald

The arrest went even more smoothly than expected.

Oreo, Tamia, and the two henchmen brought by Reka, the five of them worked together to quickly arrest all the criminals in the factory, a total of sixty-three people.

In addition, the group also seized thirteen wagons of unprocessed poppy fruit and two wagons of processed poppy sugar, which can be said to be a lot of money.

Reka took a drag on her cigarette, her face full of energy.

"Do you think these people are sick?"

Tamia didn't say anything, she looked left and right at the criminals, how she felt that something was wrong.

Some of the criminals were already wounded, and when they saw Reka, not only did they not have the idea of escaping, but instead looked relieved, and it seemed that they were all poor people who had been caught in desperation to work.

Standing in front of Reka, Oreo with his hands behind his back, narrowed his eyes, and then said.

"Something is wrong, but the bounty is always right."

"That's right...... What are you doing, be honest with me! ”

Reka stopped a few of the dishonest criminals, and then beckoned two of his men to look at them with guns.

When he was done, he turned his head and leaned into Oreo's ear.

"Tonight is the first round of performances, aren't you going to see Angelil?"

“......”

Oreo felt that he couldn't handle this stubborn idiot, and he stepped aside with a black face.

Reka said with a grin.

"I'm doing it for his good, too, isn't it."

Tamia said coldly.

"What's good, don't you have any cases lately?"

"There's a case, there's a case."

Reka nodded and said, "But Tamya, what have you been doing all this time, I haven't seen you for nearly half a month." ”

Tamia pursed her lips, her tone unkind.

"Do your thing, don't worry about it."

"It's just that we care, after all, we are also colleagues."

Reka squeezed out a forced smile, "Recently, everyone has been busy with the affairs of the dragon clan, and the group in the palace seems to want to open the whole of Turin. Director Eden hasn't been resting lately, and he asked you a few times where you are, and I prevaricated you. ”

Seeing Reka's honest appearance, Tamia couldn't get angry.

"What did Director Eden ask?"

Reka turned around and glanced at his men, seeing the two of them wandering around the pile of criminals, before speaking.

"Just to ask where you are, but he also mentioned the resort once. I don't know if there is water in his head, it's been months......"

"Hey, Reka."

Tamia paused, "They say the person above Director Eden is ......"

Reka didn't say anything, just nodded, obviously afraid of the name.

After a moment, he asked.

"What are you asking for?"

Seeing smoke and dust rising at the end of the road, it should be Reka's men who rushed to the scene after receiving the news.

"Nothing...... I'll go first. ”

Tamia waved her hand and walked briskly in the direction of Oreo.

Reka sniffled, there seemed to be a lingering scent of Tamia's hair, and he felt the smell was somewhat familiar.

Staring at the backs of the two, Reka's expression became strange.

He knew where he had smelled it.

......

It's been a long time since Turin has had a case of this magnitude.

For most people, this is a great deal.

Although she was extremely reluctant, as the biggest hero, Tamia was still caught at the celebration site, and she had to be busy socializing these days.

Seemingly unaccustomed to such a deserted office, Oreo changed positions in his chair several times in a row, still feeling dissatisfied.

Finally he put his feet on the desk, and the whole person collapsed in the chair, muttering in his mouth.

"Damn Caron."

As soon as the name was mentioned, the wooden door of the office was suddenly pushed open, and a thin figure walked into the office like a ghost.

Oreo quickly got to his feet, his brow furrowed when he saw the comer.

"Is that you?"

The man nodded and bowed on one knee.

"Young Master."

Oreo looked out the door warily and said quickly.

"This is not where you should be."

The man hesitated, then looked up.

"Young master, I have left you a letter for the past few days, but I haven't waited for your reply."

“......”

Oreo glanced at the door again, the street was empty, and he said knowingly.

"You weren't seen on the way here, were you?"

The man nodded.

"It's Election Day and there's no one on the street."

Oreo pouted, walked to the door, and looked out.

Sure enough, the streets were deserted, with only a few broken leaves whirling in the wind, which was a bit depressed.

Closing the wooden door, he said sternly.

"You're not allowed to be here without my notice, I mean later."

The man nodded, speaking quickly.

"Young master, Simon knows about us, and he wants to defect to us."

"Isn't that wrong?"

Oreo scratched his head in confusion, "Is it a temptation?" ”

The man shook his head.

"I can't tell, so I'm here to ask you."

Oreo put his hands behind his back and said categorically.

"Reject him directly."

"Yes,"

The man paused, "But why ......?"

Oreo said through gritted teeth.

"The tree is a big wind."

The man replied quickly.

"Yes."

Although there are still many doubts among his subordinates, Oreo has no intention of being the boss of this confidant.

He pointed in the direction of the gate and said weakly.

"Go ahead."

The man nodded, pulled open the wooden door, and quickly disappeared at the end of the street.

After he leaves, Oreo pulls the window open, revealing a dilapidated mailbox hanging from the fence.

Pulling open the bottom of the mailbox, there were several letters inside.

Closing the window and sitting back in his chair, Oreo picked the letter with the highest date, spread it out and read it.

"Young master, I don't know what's going on lately, the people from the City Patrol Bureau have been hanging around Fern's factory all the time, and he has been sad for the past few days.

Taking advantage of his efforts to mobilize men and agents, I swallowed up all his stalls, so that only me and Simon were the only poppy sellers in Turin. But Simon always sent someone to me in the name of defection, and I knew he wanted to find out how we made it, and this little rabbit had a pretty good idea.

By the way, there is another thing that I think is quite interesting, after knowing that Fern is gone, his aristocratic leaders even sent someone to tell him that they will solve everything for him, and the stupid Fern actually believed it.

There are still two months left until the end of the year, and I believe that we will have a good harvest in these two months.

Your most loyal servant, Gerald. ”

Putting down the letter, Oreo lay back in his chair, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a terrifying smile.