Inner City, Bradley Place.

Time Amber Gallery.

"Good cooperation, Mr. Beckman."

Roderick said.

With a bang, he threw a man with a big tie in his hand to the ground.

This man is a member of the previous mysterious society, "Iron Hammer" Fieri. His face was numb at this time, and it seemed that his heart had already died.

"Nice to work with, Commissioner Roderick."

Beckman, still dressed in a white suit, chuckled.

I saw him pick up Fei Rui on the ground and drag him to a bench to sit down. Then he snapped his fingers, and the expression on the latter's face immediately changed, from a depressed look to a resolute and bright smile.

"That's what a Church of the Sun monk should be, Firey."

Beckman was amazed.

Fei Rui's eyes rolled and stared straight at Beckman, his calm eyes devoid of emotion.

"Resigned to your fate? Also right...... From the moment you betrayed the Sun Church, I am afraid that you also expected your own mortal situation, but it was an outsider like me who did it in the end. ”

Beckman said, snapping his fingers.

I saw a pool of blood oozing from the ground at his feet, bubbling and bubbling, and then a easel slowly emerged from the pool of blood.

Beckman picked up the brush from his easel and began to paint on Fieri.

"What are you going to do with the 'circus' organization, Mr. Beckman?"

Roderick asked aloud as he watched the other party paint on the spot with great interest.

"My gallery is about to hold a grand art exhibition, where many of the most powerful and wealthy businessmen in Amber City will be present, and the 'circus' will be at the exhibition to kill all these big names!"

Beckman's hand kept moving, and he said softly.

"This is a shocking kidnapping case that the 'circus' has been planning for a long time, and they are ready to make a fortune from it and then flee immediately...... I'm just part of their plan, well, pretty important. ”

Roderick frowned and said in a deep voice:

"Thank you very much Mr. Beckman for the information, it's important...... But why do these crazy people dare to do this? Are they not afraid of the wrath of the asylum higher-ups? ”

"Scared ......?"

Beckman chuckled.

"If they had been afraid, they wouldn't have kidnapped Congressman Lawson's son in the first place, or even torn up the vote afterwards...... And behind them, there seems to be the shadow of a 'mutual aid association'. ”

"Mutual Aid Society!"

Roderick's eyes froze.

As a special agent of the asylum, he had been in the metropolis of the main city level, and had heard of this hidden but powerful organization.

The vast majority of the members of the mutual aid association are transcendents of the [conspiracy faction], believing in the evil god "Old Man with Bones". The asylum's top brass had speculated that the members were all glamorous on the surface, perhaps nobles, wealthy businessmen, parliamentarians, or even an inconspicuous factory owner.

Many of the large-scale mysterious hazards that occurred in the empire were related to this "mutual aid society".

"I see...... Then there is no need for the 'circus' to exist! ”

Roderick snorted.

"On the day of the exhibition, the shelter will be in a secret ambush in advance, and after the 'circus' people make a move, please ask Mr. Beckman to cooperate with me to suppress them all! Don't let any of them go! ”

"Of course, Mr. Commissioner."

Beckman readily agreed.

He stopped his brush, and an oil portrait on the easel was finished. Fei Rui's resolute appearance is vividly displayed in the painting, giving people a sense of warmth and peace of mind like the sun.

On the other hand, Fei Rui himself was as stiff as a puppet, and his calm eyes had lost their spirituality, leaving only an empty dead silence...... Apparently, he died quietly when the painting was finished.

Beckman expertly framed the painting, then walked to the side wall and hung it.

"It's a really good work, and I'm going to give it a name, 'The Indomitable.'"

He clapped and snapped to himself.

Beckman then turned his head to look at Roderick.

"According to our agreement, after the exhibition, I will leave Amber City, and your clean-up plan will be overfulfilled...... And the director of the 'circus' will also be my best painting. ”

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On the day of the exhibition.

The big names in the entire inner city received invitations in advance to participate in the "Amber Painting Exhibition". Some were brought forward by the Countess of Bradley, and some were personally invited by Councillor Lawson, both of whom had a lot of energy in aristocratic circles and political circles.

The people who received the invitation would more or less agree on the face of the two of them. In addition, Beckman's gallery is quite famous in the inner city, and this time I heard that there are many paintings on display, and the self-proclaimed dignitaries and nobles have been present.

One by one, the carriages drove slowly through the streets, and finally entered Bradley Square, where they were parked on the side in order.

Some of the residents of the inner city who were resting in the square were surprised to see such a grand occasion. They pointed and whispered to the gentlemen and ladies who got off the carriage.

"I've met that gentleman, he's the owner of Moses' Voyage subsidiary, Mr. Hardy!"

"Oh Sun, it's Viscount Picot, and Baron Harrington and Baron Matthew! How did they come together, and what was happening? ”

"I heard that the 'Amber of Time' gallery has opened an art exhibition, and even half of the members of parliament have come!"

"It's so grand! If only I could participate......! ”

Parliamentarians, aristocrats, big businessmen, big bosses, and some middle-class elites, all dressed formally, mostly brought their own families. They didn't seem to be attending an art exhibition, but a big feast.

Those with high status regard this exhibition as a party to get acquainted with other partners or friends. Those with a slightly lower status want to take the opportunity of this exhibition to make friends with those in high positions.

All kinds of thoughts came together.

The Earl of Bradley did not attend, much to the surprise of many of the bigwigs who entered. But when they saw the countess standing in the doorway, and the gallery owner Beckman beside her, they realized in their hearts.

The news of the Countess Bradley and her lover is not a secret in the circle, perhaps the Count of Bradley did not show up to avoid embarrassment.

"Mr. Jack, I'm sorry to invite you to come with me...... I didn't expect there to be so many big people here, there must be a lot of eyes secretly staring, and I'm afraid you'll be exposed because of this. ”

The large carriage of the Silver Dragon Chamber of Commerce stopped at the corner of the square.

In the huge and reinforced carriage, Noah looked at Chen Lun opposite with an apologetic expression.

"It's okay, we'll keep a low profile later."

Chen Lun smiled politely and comforted.

"Moreover, with the [Starlight Veil] provided by Noah, others can't see our true appearance, and they shouldn't be able to find out."

Beside him, there sat the quiet Floy. The appearance of the two is different from the original, this is the effect of [D-class Trickery - Starlight Veil], which can not only change their appearance, but also affect themselves in the eyes of others.

For example, Floy, when others look at her, she is just an ordinary girl, and her eyes are normal and healthy.

[Starlight Veil] is a specialty of the Silver Dragon Chamber of Commerce, Chen Lun is very interested in it, and plans to buy a few from Noah when the time comes.

Before leaving, Chen Lun deliberately divined, and there was no danger in this trip, and even faintly indicated that something good would happen.

It was only later that Floy heard about this and asked Chen Lun to take her. Remembering that Floy had never participated in such an exhibition, Chen Lun agreed.

Even if she can't see the painting, she wants her to feel the atmosphere, which is what she promised her.

Take her to the wider world.

Chen Lun lifted the curtain, and his [spiritual intuition] was faintly triggered.

He narrowed his eyes, looked left and right around the gallery, and carefully swept over everyone who attended the exhibition. There were a few people who were slightly out of place in dress and temperament, and caught his attention.

"It's the investigator of the asylum......"

Chen Lun can be sure that in the vicinity of the art exhibition, there are people from the shelter who are secretly ambushing.

But instead of feeling worried or uneasy, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Now that the power of the shelter is concentrated here, then my plan can also begin."