Hot spring area, 55 Chestnut Street, in a gray-blue three-story building with a garden, lawn and stables.
The band in the corner played a soft melody, and the owner of the house, Bono. Holding a glass of golden champagne, Goodwell walked among the guests, communicating with them about the aftermath of the chemical plant explosion, trying to avoid his responsibilities to the greatest extent possible and get generous compensation from the insurance company.
He sometimes chatted with the wives of government officials, sometimes with his lawyers, and sometimes with important people in other aspects of the matter.
He was like a natural banquet animal, quick-witted and powerful on such an occasion, his dark blue and almost black eyes and thick brown beard on his mouth reflected the light of the crystal chandelier, shining.
After rounding around an unimportant guest, Bono. Goodwell met Travis. Everett.
The honest superintendent of the market area was not in uniform, wearing a black formal suit, a blue bow tie, and also holding a glass of pale gold champagne in his hand.
"Superintendent Everett, you must protect me during this time!" Bono. Goodwell smiled at Travis. Everett said, "Many people died in that explosion, and I am worried that their relatives will do something drastic."
Everett pushed his black-rimmed glasses and smiled:
"This is a hot spring area, I can't control it, and after I entered this street, I could clearly feel that the frequency and intensity of the police squad's patrols were much higher than normal.
"Well, didn't you hire a lot of bodyguards? What is there to worry about, those who died were ordinary workers, and it was impossible to threaten you, besides, they didn't even know where you lived."
Everett half-joked:
"If the wounded and their families who can't get compensation quickly because of the accident and have to leave the hospital early and go home to wait for the dead know that you are still holding a banquet, entertaining guests with a lot of good wine, and inviting a small symphony orchestra to accompany them, they may really lose their minds and drag you and your family into the abyss."
Bono. Goodwell sneered.
"The banquet has nothing to do with compensation, I have to abide by the law and wait for the verdict.
"Superintendent Everett, if I go back to the market area to deal with things, I hope you can send two or three police officers to protect me."
Everett nodded slightly:
"It's my duty, but I need to remind you that several police families work in your chemical plant."
He was putting pressure on his subordinates to Bono. Goodwell, I hope they can get compensation as soon as possible.
Bono. Goodwell nodded silently, not too concerned.
This banquet lasted until the early hours of the morning, and in the various fragrances that remained, Bono. Goodwell and his three children hugged each other and went up to the third floor.
He loosened his bow tie and returned to the bedroom with his wife.
With a snap, the gas wall lamp was lit, and Bono. Goodwell's eyes suddenly became dull.
He saw a man sitting in his favorite easy chair.
The man leaned forward slightly, obviously sitting, but looked at Bono in a downward posture. Goodville.
He wore a gray-blue worker's uniform, a dark blue peaked cap, and a circle of white straps wrapped around his face, revealing only blue eyes and two nostrils.
Bono. Goodwell was shocked and was about to open his mouth and shout for help.
But before that, a semi-illusory crimson flame crow had condensed behind the "rash" visitor, whooshed out, and crashed into Bono. On Goodwell's teeth.
With a soft bang, Bono. Goodwell's mouth was charred, two teeth fell out, his expression was completely distorted in pain, and his screams were blocked away.
At this time, he and his wife were both held to their vests by a sharp dagger.
Franka and Jane had already come out from behind the door, closed the bedroom door, and restrained their respective targets.
One of them wore a black robe with a hood and leather armor, their face hidden in shadows, a men's linen shirt with a brown jacket, dark brown trousers, and strapless leather boots, wearing a silvery-white metal mask that only covered the upper half of their faces and exposed their eyes.
Franka helped Bono down with his other hand. Goodwell, lest he fall to the ground and roll over in pain.
Lumian remained sitting and smiled:
"Mr. Goodwell, just a warning, otherwise your mouth has been completely blown up, not just two teeth, a little injured."
Bono. Goodwell's wife finally came to her senses and asked in horror:
"Who are you? What are you going to do?"
"Who am I?" Lumian laughed, "You can treat me as your father."
After saying that, he glanced at Franka.
Franka immediately took out the "true spitting potion" that Lumian gave her before the action and poured Bono. Goodwell.
Lumian said with a smile while waiting for the effect to take effect:
"Mr. Goodwell, I really didn't expect to see you so easily and communicate with you in a friendly manner, you disappointed me a little."
I haven't even received a gift yet!
Bono. After Goodwell was forced to drink the "true vomiting medicine", he asked with a bitter face:
"What do you want to do? I have a lot of money in the safe, and I can give it to you!"
Hearing this, Jian Na only felt a wave of anger burn from her chest and jumped towards her head.
She suddenly lifted her left foot and slammed it on Bono. Goodwell's calf side.
If it weren't for the wrong position between each other, she would have wanted to attack this bastard between his legs!
Damn it, take your money to the tomb!
Bono. Goodwell's body tilted, only to feel that his bones were cracking.
His instinctive scream was blocked in his mouth by the sudden condensation of frost.
Lumian nodded approvingly to Jenna, waiting for Bono. Goodwell calmed down a bit.
"I wonder why you detonated your own chemical plant."
Bono. Goodwell's expression changed, and he blurted out:
"How do you know?"
Before he finished speaking, he couldn't wait to raise his right hand and slap himself.
Faced with this kind of problem, shouldn't we deny it first? Why did you say what came to your mind?
"Yo, I'm very honest, I just deceived you, and you actually admitted it directly." Lumian almost let Bono. Goodwell said in a congestionous tone.
Jane had the feeling of her soul leaving her body again.
Although after Lumian's analysis, she was already mentally prepared, but when she heard the answer, she still couldn't believe it.
How can there be such a bad person?
It ruined hundreds of families!
After coming back to her senses, Jian Na bit her teeth tightly.
She was afraid that if she relaxed a little, her whole body would be ignited by anger, so she gave it directly to Bono. Goodwell knife.
No, a few hundred dollars!
Goodwell's wife was also looking at her husband with astonishment and fear.
She originally thought that the explosion of the chemical plant was just a simple accident.
Lumian looked at Bono with indifferent eyes. Goodwell said:
"Why are you doing that? and Yuge. Is someone from Congressman Artois's office related?"
Hearing the question at the back, Bono. Goodwell could no longer control his expression, showing a look of shock and fear.
After drinking the strange liquid and "admitting" that the chemical plant explosion was caused by someone else, his psychological defense line had actually collapsed, and at this time he was full of thoughts of pulling people into the water and helping him share the guilt:
"It's Rhône and Tibert! They are Hugues. Secretary and assistant secretary to Congressman Artois.
"They have been hinting to me that the chemical plant is in disrepair and could explode at any time, so it is better to find a way to get the insurance compensation I bought before. Congressman Artois will also use the excuse of building a factory to develop the economy, protect the factory owners, and give me special funds for reconstruction and compensation.
"They always say that everything will decay, and so is my chemical plant, so all kinds of problems arise, and instead of waiting for it to explode on its own, it is better to exchange it for more benefits.
"I went to them again yesterday morning, and for some reason, my head was confused, and I was persuaded by them, and when the explosion really happened, I felt scared and went to the councilor's office three times.
"They told me it would be fine."
What a fool, not even a believer in evil gods...... Affected by extraordinary abilities? Tibert saw my disguised Bono. Goodwell was also talking about decay, what did they want to achieve? Lumian thought for a while, and was about to ask about the details of the conversation when the sound of a bell being pulled suddenly came from the iron fence gate outside the lawn.
Lumian quickly looked at each other with Franka, both of whom had some guesses:
At this time, he visited Bono. Goodwell also politely rang the doorbell either by his friend or by the official investigator!
Without a word, Lumian stood up, and Franka tacitly put away the dagger.
Seeing their movements, Jian Na also reacted.
She took a diagonal step, raised her dagger, and thrust it hard into Bono. Goodwell's shoulder.
In the sound of the scream, blood rushed out, Bono. Goodwell snorted painfully.
Jane Na didn't stop any longer and rushed to the window opposite to the main entrance.
On her dagger, in several places in the room, black flames ignited and quickly extinguished.
The three of them jumped out of the building one after another, climbed over the iron fence behind the garden, and disappeared into the night in the distance.
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A three-person team consisting of Angoulême, Valentine and the half-race Imre met Bono in the bedroom, who had just finished bandaging and had a charred mouth. Goodville.
The factory owner said with an angry face:
"Officer, I was almost kidnapped by three gangsters!"
Angoulême glanced at the scene and smiled:
"We will investigate this matter later, and now it's mainly your problem."
"My problem?" Bono. Goodwell was shocked.
Angoulême nodded slightly:
"Let's confirm your faith first, and then talk about your visit to the congressman's office on the morning of the chemical plant explosion."
Without enough evidence to take drastic measures against members of Congress and his staff, the "purifiers" turned the direction of the investigation to Bono. On Goodwell.
Bono, whose psychological defense line has been breached. As soon as Goodwell heard these words, his face suddenly turned pale.
(End of this chapter)