In the middle of the bustling street, a stocky horse walks.

John clutched the reins in his right hand, his body swaying back and forth with the horse's steps, his gaze unfocused, lost in endless thoughts.

He needs to sort out a few things: the current situation, future plans, and the direction of the family's rise.

The Celestial Sphere Convergence ceases, Fenrir disappears, and in a little while, the Combine will transition from total defense to full-scale offensive, and at that time, the end of the war is not far off.

This is an opportunity, a great opportunity brought about by war, whether it is to earn money or gain prestige, you cannot miss it.

However, before that, the matter of the moment must be dealt with.

John came back to his senses, and before he knew it, he had come to Corning Street, and the merchants and pedestrians on both sides of the road glanced at him from time to time, and from the surprise and dodging in their eyes, it was clear that these people had obviously heard what had happened, and recognized from their faces and attire who this young man on a horse was.

John Condon!

The heir of Conton Manor, the giant wolf killer and the cold-faced butcher, he has become one of the most unprovoked murderers in Memphis after the incident of the Irish scoundrel.

"Excuse me, it's His Excellency John Condon."

Suddenly, a greeting came from behind, and two young men in uniform with fires on their waists caught up from behind, looked John up and down, and nodded,

"Sure enough, it's Mr. John."

John tightened his reins, "You guys?" ”

"I'm Agent Ball Leno, and this is Kirdorne Wright next to me, and we're the cops."

As he spoke, the two took out their police badges, "Mr. John, please come with us to the police station." ”

John glanced at the badge and said in a deep voice,

"I killed an Irishman, and I don't remember that there was a law that the police still had the power to do that."

The two looked at each other, and Agent Cordon Wright on the left stepped forward and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear,

"Director Brent wants to see you."

John raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, his gaze scanned the young agent's face several times, pondered for a moment, nodded slowly, and agreed to the strange invitation.

Brent is Mayor Robin's right-hand man and the main executor of the McConaughey family, and he may have something extraordinary about himself.

Ten minutes later, the group of three arrived at the police station in southern Memphis.

Fastening the reins of his horse, John bypassed the main hall of the interrogation of prisoners through the side door and followed the shaded path to the office area at the rear.

The young agent pointed to the door ahead and turned to leave.

"As for being so mysterious?"

John was puzzled, since they had been consciously avoiding the crowd since they had just arrived, and the route they had chosen was also a sparsely populated small section, which felt less like a police officer and more like a sneaky thief.

He shook his head slightly, suppressed the doubts in his heart, knocked on the door, and after the sound of "please come in" came from the door, he pushed the door and walked in.

It was a simple and almost shabby room, with almost no furniture in the thirty-square-meter space except for the table and chairs for welcoming guests, and if it weren't for the middle-aged white man sitting straight behind the desk, John would never believe that this was the office of the police chief.

"John Condon has met Director Brent!"

John stroked his chest with his left hand, swung his right hand back, bowed slightly, and did not slack off in etiquette.

"Tea? Or coffee? ”

"Coffee!"

The strong man with gray hair stood up, walked straight to the table, poured a full cup of coffee and handed it to John, while he himself drank nothing, sat on the sofa and looked at John coldly, his strong arms and forced gaze gave a strong sense of oppression,

"I sent someone to look for you for three days, searched all the areas, and found no trace of you, where are you? How did you survive? What was done? ”

A series of three questions made the atmosphere in the room suddenly become heavy,

John frowned slightly, put down his coffee, and looked at each other expressionlessly,

At this moment, he understood that this meeting was not for the dead Irishman at all, but what happened that night,

What might they perceive? But he couldn't be sure, and wanted more information from me, after all, he had cleaned up all the people who appeared near the pillar of light that night.

Thinking of this, John suddenly understood the joints of the matter, and his heart churned back and forth, but his expression did not change in the slightest, and he said in a condensed voice,

"What do you want to know?"

"Where were you on the night we attacked McConaughey Manor, when the pillar of light lit up the sky?"

"Montenegro! The distance from the pillar of light is less than two miles. John did not hide it, but chose to lie,

"What do you see?" Brent's pupils constricted, and he leaned forward.

John glanced at him lightly, picked up the coffee again, took a sip, closed his eyes, tasted it, and slowly shook his head,

"Mr. Brent, this coffee is good, but it doesn't suit my appetite, the next time we meet, change to a more advanced one."

With that, he put down his coffee and got up to leave the office.

The door opened, then closed, and Brent did not hinder John's departure, not even saying a word, but sat quietly, his right hand beating his knee continuously.

It didn't take long for Agent Cordon Wright to push the door open and enter,

"He's gone."

"Hmm!"

Brent answered, picked up a pen and wrote a short letter to him, and said,

"Give this letter to Mayor Robin and tell him: I have no objection to that proposal and I do not agree with it."

Cordorn took the envelope and asked curiously,

"Uncle, is Mayor Robin really ready to step down?"

Brent frowned and scolded, "Don't talk nonsense about things without evidence. ”

"I'm not talking nonsense." Wright sat in his chair, "The day before yesterday, when the mayor was on a trip, he was attacked, and he was shot in the stomach and almost didn't survive. ”

Hearing this, Brent's expression was slightly narrow, and his face suddenly sank,

"Who do you listen to these words?"

Cordon's head shrunk, a little frightened, and he muttered, "It's rumored outside that someone has seen the body of the attacker, and it's someone from McConaughey Manor." ”

"There are also rumors that the reason why the mayor has been closed for the past two days is that he is arranging the affairs of the Francis family, including the Nance Chamber of Commerce and Miss Grace's marriage, and he wants to choose a good husband for Miss Grace before he dies."

At this, Cordon raised his head and stared straight at him,

"Uncle, are these rumors true?"

Brent didn't answer, his expression silent.

"Sure enough, it's true."

The corners of Ke Dorn's mouth curled upward, and he quickly got up and poured him a cup of tea, and said seriously,

"As the oldest male in the Wright family, and my only uncle, Director Brent, you have an obligation to help me gain the favor of Mayor Robin and Miss Grace."

"It's you!"

Brent looked at him speechlessly, thinking of what he had done all these years, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh in his heart, feeling tired.

This nephew is twenty-four years old, and his personality is still a young man, not a little mature and steady, and he still wants to win the double favor of Robin and Grace...... No kidding.

"Forget it, these things are not something you can get involved in, you have time to practice marksmanship, during this time, Memphis is very chaotic, pay attention to protect yourself."

Before Kodorn could say more, Brent waved his hand and pointed to the door, motioning for him to leave.

Seeing this, the young detective scolded angrily, picked up the envelope, and slammed the door.