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John raised his head and looked at the old man in front of him quietly, strange questions always appeared inadvertently, which made people a little overwhelmed.

He never imagined that the old man in front of him would make this invitation to him, join the Francis family, become Miss Grace's husband, inherit the title of the Louis family, and become a man in one step.

If he had encountered such an opportunity in his previous life, John would definitely nod his head without hesitation, but there is no if in the world, and now he will not change his court, no need, and there is no need for that.

"Sorry, I'm not interested in that yet." John whispered,

"Really?" Logan smiled, not surprised by John's answer, how could a young man who locked up his stepmother, shot his brother to death, and invented a cigarette machine be swayed by such a thing, if he really agreed, he would underestimate him.

"Listen to Grace, you saw my stupid son that night."

"Yes." John was reluctant to say much about this,

Logan sighed, and didn't know what to think, and the hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly,

"Danny is my only son and I've always been proud." He sighed slightly, his brows tightened, and said, "It's a pity that he was ruined, because my concession was ruined, and that was the thing I regret the most in my life.

This time, I will never let the tragedy happen again. ”

He raised his head, and his cloudy eyes instantly became incomparably brighter, like a sword that had been nurtured for decades, and when it opened, it would shine in all directions.

"You go out, take advantage of this time, have a good rest, and maybe I need your help in the afternoon."

"Got it, Mr. Logan."

John bowed slightly and exited the study, the breeze in the corridor blowing back and forth, blowing away the trivial hair, but not the smell of iron and blood that lingered on the tip of his nose.

The old fox, who had endured it for decades, finally began to get angry.

……

The mayor's anger is many times stronger than the fool's anger.

Over the next few days, John, who was sitting in the hall, finally got a glimpse of what it meant for a family to prosper for thirty years.

From morning to noon, dozens of officials, large and small, who John knew and did not know, walked into the study one by one like sugar gourds.

Some went in for a short time, some went in for a long time, some stayed, and some were taken directly to the room in the rear.

It is said to have been the private prison of the Francis family.

Whether the old fox was expressing determination or strength, John didn't know, but he knew that from now on, Memphis was going to turn the sky upside down.

At about two o'clock in the afternoon, the audience finally ended, and most of the officials left, except for those who had been locked up, and only Memphis Police Chief Brent remained.

He strode up, took out a letter and a map from his bosom, and handed them to the three Johns.

"This was given to you by the mayor, and you need to follow the instructions from above."

After saying this, the former colonel turned around and left.

John opened the envelope, and after reading it, his brows slowly furrowed, and there was a hint of solemnity on his face.

"What does it say?" The witch asked curiously,

"Just look at it."

John handed the letter to Gretel and sat down on the couch and drank his tea.

It wasn't long before an exclamation came from beside him.

"What, this... This..."

She stammered, hesitated for a moment, but swallowed back the following words,

"He thinks too highly of us."

"There's no way around it." Hansel shook his head and said, "Mr. Mayor doesn't want anyone else to know about Miss Grace's current condition, so this task can only be entrusted to us. ”

"That can't let us sneak in alone, it's the former governor's manor, if we get caught, we can't explain it."

They are just witchers, not police officers, and even if they are registered with the government department, they do not have the right to break into other people's homes without permission.

"So what do you say? Refuse! ”

Hansel spread his hands, his face full of helplessness,

"No, we don't have to say no." John put down the teacup and said in a deep voice, "Don't forget, the person we are dealing with is the governor, even if he has stepped down, but his identity and status are still there,

Legally, the mayor of Memphis has no right to search his home, and all he can do is draw attention to him and make room for us. ”

"You mean he weighs all the treasures on us."

"Or else?" John spread his hands, "A mayor and a former governor are equal, and unless a large-scale conflict breaks out, no one can help the other.

But do you think our Mayor Logan will go out of his way for this? ”

After saying this, the witcher brothers and sisters suddenly fell silent, John was right, unless he was forced to the edge of the cliff, the old and serious mayor would never let go of his family business that he had worked hard for decades to fight to the death with the enemy.

John smiled and continued, "Actually, we don't need to be pessimistic, there are always risks and opportunities, don't you want to know how Ian McConaughey used to manipulate Grace's mind? As he spoke, he spread out the map and pointed to the villa in the middle, "The answer is in this house." ”

……

Memphis is big, and it's small to say.

Hundreds of thousands of people huddled in a congested col, the slightest bit of wind and grass, in the blink of an eye, everyone knows.

I don't know who said that the mayor of Memphis, Mr. Rogan, was going to search the estate of former Tennessee Governor Robin McConton.

The news swept through the city of Memphis like a storm.

Countless reporters and commentators rushed out of their homes, some to the city hall, some to the McConaughey estate, but without exception, they were all stopped.

In the middle of the McConaughey Manor, in a four-story villa.

Ian McConaughey paced back and forth in his study, his scarred face full of hideousness, his hands clenched into fists, constantly waving in mid-air, not even knowing that the gem on the gemstone ring had fallen to the ground.

"Damn, who leaked the news, how would that old bastard know that I caught Grace."

"Erik, tell me who leaked the news."

Across from him, the bearded man didn't dare to look into Ian's eyes, lowered his head, and said in a deep voice, "The plan for that night was perfectly executed, everyone who participated in the raid died, and only one remained, but you know, he would never betray us." ”

"You're saying the old man didn't know it was me who kidnapped his niece."

"Yes." Eric replied, "He should be suspicious in his heart, and he can't come up with evidence, so he wants to test it." ”

Ian frowned, thought for a moment, nodded slowly, and said to himself,

"What you said is very reasonable, with my understanding of that old guy, if he knew that the murderer behind the scenes was us, he would definitely not act with such fanfare." After a pause, he added, "Yes, he is testing us. ”

"So what do we do next?"

Ian's face was hideous, and after learning the other party's thoughts, he had nothing to fear, and said sharply, "Go and tell Charles, let him bring a few teams of soldiers over, bring guns, preferably cannons,

Didn't that old fellow want to test my truth? I'll let him take a good look at it, McConaughey Manor is not so easy to enter;

By the way, there are also those wolf cubs, find an opportunity to drive them to the cave in the back mountain, and no one is allowed to come out without my order. ”

"Yes, sir."

Eric took the order and turned to leave.