On the second floor of the villa, Benoit held a wine glass and told the story of the black magic.

Three years ago, the Gallic Brotherhood was in the limelight, and now the Gothic Tomahawks and the Light of Marseille are not qualified to be their equals. The Gallic Brotherhood could even meddle in the affairs of gangs in other countries, and even networks had entered the realm of Parliament.

At that time, Benoit was the deputy of the Gallic Brotherhood, and he followed the boss to Great Britain and had a very strange business.

Benoit clearly remembers that the person he met with the boss at that time was a very Sven person.

The Sven man, the voice he made with them was extraordinary.

Human life business!

They needed people, a lot of people, through the Gallic Brotherhood, to sell some of the population to them, and to name the ones to live.

This kind of business, the Gallic Brotherhood also did, so it was a pleasant conversation.

However, the other party pointed out that on the day of delivery, the boss of the Gallic Brotherhood would personally bring someone to inspect the goods for them.

"Because it is a sky-high business, Mr. Hausen brought people to it for the benefit of the organization. But then, Mr. Hausen disappeared. His family also disappeared from the world, and the other ones disappeared together, as well as the senior backbones who went there. ”

"Who's the buyer?"

Benoit shook his head with a wry smile: "I don't know. I later sent someone to inquire, and he used a pseudonym, and this business was talked about by Mr. Hausen from the beginning, and I did not know the content and process of the business. ”

Qin Kun took a sip of wine.

"And what about the 'black magic' in you?"

Benoit recalled: "It was about half a month after Mr. Hausen's disappearance, the organization needed to choose a new leader, and I and the other contender had our own supporters, but the Gallic Brotherhood did not want to be divided by the two of us, so some senior senior cadres suggested that if any of us could bring the exact information about Mr. Hausen's death or the enemy, and give everyone an explanation, we would be able to sit in this position." So I took some people with me and went to Great Britain. ”

"Mr. Howson probably had a premonition that something was going to happen to him, and before he left, he mentioned that he was from East Sussex, so we went straight there."

"You found Mr. Hausen's whereabouts?"

Benoit smiled bitterly: "How is it possible. I found a strange forest. Inside...... It's all dead!! ”

The wind was a little cold, and Benoit couldn't help but shiver at the mention of this, even though he was covered in blood.

"The forest was horrible, and many of the dead died with severed heads, and it seemed that most of them had committed suicide. It was a devil's forest, the second scariest place I've ever seen! ”

"Second terror?"

"Yes, the first terrifying place is at the end of that forest, a mental hospital!!"

The cigarette ash fell into the wine glass, Qin Kun poured the wine, Benoit looked terrified, as if he was recalling a thing he didn't want to recall, Qin Kun had never seen him so out of shape after seeing this temperamental big guy.

And......

This place knows itself.

Guillotine Forest, Confinement Hospital.

Soul Castle!

European Soul Fortress !! Beyond the existence of the Three Graves Mountain.

Those people who bought and sold were actually used for experiments?

In Qin Kun's mind, he got through it at once.

If I guessed correctly, Benoit's former boss, Mr. Hausen, was put on the table!

The traders asked them to bring people over in person, but in fact, the purpose was definitely not the ordinary people they had kidnapped, but the elite of the Gallic Brotherhood, and it was these able-bodied gangsters who were really going to be used as test subjects.

First, you can kill these people by taking advantage of the situation, weaken the power of the gangsters, and stabilize law and order.

Second, it can rescue those who have been kidnapped and increase the authority of those in power.

Third, those scientific researchers, doing experiments can put aside most of the burden in their hearts, after all, the experimental subjects are a group of scum.

No matter more, Qin Kun couldn't think of it, but when he thought of this method, Qin Kun's neck was a little cold, the real experimental subject had no human rights, and he was very glad that those madmen in Sanfen Mountain didn't treat him as a guinea pig, and let him survive.

"Do you know how horrible that psychiatric hospital is? The sick in the hallways are no different from the walking dead, they are crazy, paranoid, and even cannibalistic! And the most critical place they ...... There is black magic! ”

Benoit found that Qin Kun didn't speak, and laughed self-deprecatingly: "Forget it, it's too bizarre, you may not believe it." The black magic in me was at that time. At that time, I sneaked into that mental hospital and ran back immediately after discovering the weirdness. At first, he had strange blisters on his body, but then he festered a lot, and he didn't heal for years......"

Unexpectedly got the news of the Soul Castle, Qin Kun was helpless, there was still no news of the Holy Spirit.

"You're saying that those walking dead mental patients are already capable of ghostcraft?" Since Benoit did not have the whereabouts of the Holy Spirit, Qin Kun simply asked some questions about the Soul Castle.

"That's right! The black magic was so great that we went to six of us and only two came back, one was me and one was Bertrand. Benoit's bodyguard, Bertrand, the man in sunglasses, was called over.

Qin Kun had already discovered that Bertrand had a faint black ghost aura on his body, and after Bertrand was called over, Benoit said: "Bertrand was outside at the time, so he didn't fall for any black magic, but he was the only one who proved that I was attacked by black magic. ”

"What else did you find there?"

"It's gone. We left there overnight, and when we returned to the headquarters, we learned that my rival and his men were all dead. As a result, the strength of the Gallic Brotherhood was sharply reduced, and the two gangs of Gothic Tomahawk and Marseille Light had a chance to rise in those years. ”

The ups and downs of the gangster's history didn't make Qin Kun much interested, but the soul castle involved in it, and the disappearance of Benoit competitors, the articles in it were very big and too messy, even if you peeled back the cocoon, you couldn't see what was hidden in the depths of the messy porridge.

……

In the evening, Qin Kun returned to his residence with doubts, Naland Robert still harassed Maitherine every day, the five-year-old boy really didn't understand the love of men and women, what he lacked was maternal love, so he would rely on Maitherine.

Naland Robert has not yet grown into the future Golden King, after all, his temperament is too tender, and he is too different from the future lewd lion.

Qin Kun brewed a cup of coffee in the living room, found the golden king arch in Maitherine's arms, and said goodbye to Maitherine.

"Mertherine, I might be leaving you."

"Where are you going?" Mertherine never thought she was in a relationship with a little boy, and probably saw him as her own brother.

"Great Britain. In this battle, the light of Marseille has taken the lead in the game, and we are leaving France and going to Great Britain to recuperate. ”

Mertherine smiled and touched the Golden King's head: "You are the future Lion of Marseille, no matter where you are, you can be king." ”

The Golden King received great encouragement, nodded heavily, and said to Qin Kun, "After I leave, you have to take good care of Metherine!" Don't let her be bullied by others! ”

The Golden King said very seriously, and Qin Kun blew a cigarette into his face: "Your woman, you take care of it." Leave me alone. ”

The Golden King's little face was red, and he couldn't rest assured that Mercelyn was particularly cute.

He hated Qin Kun very much, but Qin Kun was the only one around him who regarded himself as a man, although he was full of bad habits, despicable, very greedy for money, and had a bad taste for shaving people's heads.

"Then I'm leaving, Messerine, remember that I'm going to marry you!"

The little boy's farewell also carried a childish sadness, Qin Kun shook his head helplessly, and heard Mertherine ask, "If I have the opportunity to go to Great Britain, where should I find you?" ”

"East Saxes!"

Qin Kun was stunned, isn't this the location of the Soul Castle?!

Marseille Light...... Is it possible to become an experimental subject as well?

"Hey." Qin Kun spoke towards the Golden King: "Who chose that place for you, do you know?" ”

The Golden King looked at Qin Kun, although he was very upset that Qin Kun disturbed his farewell to Messerine, but he still replied, "Of course I know!" It's Baron Andrea. ”

"Where is he?" Qin Kun asked.

"Why should I tell you?"

Qin Kun clenched his fists, let go again, and said with a slight smile: "Messerine, such a cute little boy, just parting, isn't it worth kissing?" ”

Maitherine glared at Qin Kun, she actually wanted to kiss each other, after all, she was a prostitute, except for little Robert, she had never been so valued. However, the other party is the future Maasai lion, and she is not qualified to kiss the other.

With Qin Kun opening his mouth, Maitherine had one more reason, picked up the little face of the Golden King and took a sip gently.

The Golden King was excited, and he was so grateful to Qin Kun.

The Golden King looked at Qin Kun with a smirk: "Baron Andre is in the Sacred Heart Cathedral, the former territory of our Marseille Light. You can say that you are my friend when you go to meet him! He'll see you. ”