Chapter 252 Loophole in the Contract
Seeing Bono. Goodwell's reaction, Angoulême's heart suddenly bottomed out.
He took out a pen and paper, brushed and wrote a notarized deed, to the effect that it was Bono. Goodwell swore to the gods that he would not lie in the next questioning.
As Angoulême signed his name at the notary's position, the paper glowed with gold.
Bono. Goodwell swallowed his saliva and became more and more nervous.
In the past few years, as a factory owner who is quite famous in Trier, he has come into contact with some occult knowledge, and has encountered extraordinary powers beyond the imagination of normal people several times, and he is no stranger to this kind of thing, just like the three kidnappers just now blew up his mouth with a flame crow, one could create black flames, and the other jumped directly from the third floor.
"Sign your name." Angoulême handed the notarial certificate that had converged its golden light to Bono. Goodwell.
"Okay." Bono. Goodwell's right hand trembled, and he wrote his name in the position of the promiser.
Every time he completed a letter, there was a little golden light on his handwriting.
When he finished writing, Angoulême asked in a deep voice:
"Which god do you believe in?"
"'God of Steam and Machinery'." For Bono. Goodwell, this question was not difficult.
Angoulême moved on to the next question:
"Why did you visit the congressman's office on the morning of the chemical plant explosion?"
Bono. Goodwell hesitated for two seconds, fearing the testimony of supernatural forces and gods, and under the influence of the residual effect of the "Truth Spitting Agent", he repeated the words he had said to Lumian and the others in their original form.
Angoulême, Valentine and Imre took turns asking questions, allowing Bono. Goodwell tried his best to restore his conversation with the parliamentary secretary Rhone and the assistant secretary Thibert.
At the end of the question, Angoulême said to Bono. Goodville said:
"From now on, you will be arrested for arson, intentional explosion, and murder, and your property will be temporarily frozen until you compensate those dead and injured."
Bono. Goodwell's face was pale, and he slumped in the easy chair as if he had lost all his strength.
Valentine took two steps towards the door, looked at the corridor outside, and said in a low voice:
"Deacon, after bringing this bastard who blasphemed his faith and betrayed his conscience to the police station, we will officially arrest Hugue. Artois's secretary Rhone?"
Angoulême sighed slowly and shook his head:
"Not yet.
"Didn't you notice? Rhone and the dead Tibert were very cautious, they never explicitly said that they would let Bono. Goodwell detonated his chemical plant, and they had always only hinted that they were promoting the policies of the parliamentarians, talking about the philosophy of decay, and they could use Bono. Goodville was blinded by interests and misunderstood their words to justify.
"Nearly two days have passed, and it is difficult to find any traces of Bono. Goodville being influenced by supernatural forces.
"To put it simply, we still don't have strong enough evidence to arrest that secretary Ronne and interrogate him with extraordinary ability, or we can only summon and question normally."
Valentine heard a burst of anger, but there was nowhere to use it.
He was 100% sure that there was something wrong with the parliamentary secretary, but due to the rules, he could not use occult means against him.
After a few seconds, he looked at Bono, who was lying on the easy chair like a puddle of rotten meat. Goodwell, in a deep voice:
"I would suggest sending him at the stake!"
Angoulême nodded and said to Valentine and the half-race Imre:
"Let's go, bring this guy who should be killed in ten ways back to the market area."
Valentine was stunned for a moment and said:
"Deacon, don't you track down the three extraordinary people who just invaded here?"
Angoulême laughed:
"Why track?"
Valentine expressed his confusion with puzzled eyes.
Imre, who had long been accustomed to the style of his deacon, whispered:
"The three extraordinary people sneaked in here, neither robbed the property nor harmed others, but only inquired about the explosion of the chemical plant and the visit to the parliamentarian's office, and it was clear that what they were really interested in was the secretary Ronne, who was Hugues. Congressman Artois.
"I wonder if they are from the 'Aurora Society', one of which is the one who killed the assistant secretary Tibert."
Angoulême chuckled and added:
"Since we cannot conduct an in-depth investigation into the councilor's office due to contracts and rules, why can't we let the wild extraordinary who is also interested test it, violently squeeze out the pus from the wound, and expose it to the sun?"
"Is there a problem with this?" Valentine blurted out.
Angoulême responded amusedly:
"Of course there is no problem, to deal with those cunning people who are good at using the rules, we must be more cunning than them, and we will take advantage of the loopholes in the rules, and when necessary, we can even cooperate with some hidden organizations and join forces with the wild extraordinary.
"The kind of contract we signed with members of Congress and senior government officials only prohibits us from doing something, and it does not say that we cannot have ill intentions towards them, and we cannot develop informants among wild extraordinary people, who are not subject to that kind of contract.
"Again, that kind of contract is mainly a restriction and does not force us to do certain things, and sometimes we can sit idly by and watch something happen at the cost of ordinary punishment without touching the contract.
"Valentine, even under the sun, there are still many shadows, for example, everyone's shadows, you have to learn to live with them, sometimes remove them, sometimes use them, praise the sun!"
Valentine remembered the cooperation with Lumian in the village of Kordu, reluctantly accepted the deacon's words, opened his arms, and responded:
"Praise the sun!"
Angoulême added:
"These words were not invented by me, from the fall of Roselle the Great to the present, the two major churches, the parliament, the government, the military, and the Eighth Bureau have been playing games, and everyone has accumulated a lot of experience in struggles that cannot be put on the table.
"Otherwise, why do you think I would acquiesce to the existence of wild extraordinary people in those gangs in the market area? Just rely on the guarantees and rhetoric of the superintendents? No, I think they might come in handy sometimes.
"Of course, letting the evil god believers become a big gang, everyone is responsible, and I am no exception.
Valentine thought silently for a while without asking any more questions.
Similar contradictions and conflicts are also reflected in the province of Leston, but they are far less obvious and intense than in Trier, after all, this is the center of a country.
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On the way back from Underground Trier to the Market District.
Lumian, who had removed the strap, glanced sideways at the silent Jana, and said casually:
"I thought you would kill Bono on the spot. Goodwell, even give him a little torture that he can't forget even if he becomes a ghost, who knows, you just gave him a knife in the shoulder."
Jian Na pursed her lips and took several steps before answering in a low voice:
"If he dies now, I don't know how many years the accident compensation will be delayed, and it may even be a symbolic ......."
She didn't care anymore, but there were still many people waiting.
Franka nodded slightly invisibly and helpfully added:
"Don't worry, Bono. Goodwell will definitely be sentenced to death, the difference is only in which one, and we also have to leave clues to the official extraordinary, otherwise we will be protecting Yuge. Like Artois, he always helps him eliminate hidden dangers."
Jian Na smiled sadly:
"That was our elected councilor, but his secretary and assistant secretary deliberately greeted us with a big explosion."
"Are you afraid?" Lumian asked mockingly.
Jane Na was silent, not knowing how to answer for a while.
Lumian said to himself:
"I have never enjoyed the goodness of Indis, nor have I ever voted, if something similar happens to me, let alone the parliamentary secretary, even the parliamentarian himself, even the president who rules this country, I will not let it go!
"My sister once said that only blood can repay blood, and I don't care what the identity of that bleeder is."
Jane Na's expression was distorted again, and she said in unusually painful words:
"My mother has always taught me to be kind, to know how to forgive, and not to let suffering and hatred control my life, that is the ...... that cannot see the light."
Without waiting for Lumian and Franka to speak, she lowered her head and said through gritted teeth:
"But I really hate it!"
"If you kill all your enemies, you won't be controlled by hatred." Lumian curled his mouth and said.
Jian Na was silent for a few seconds, and said with a "hmm":
"At least, at least I won't let go of that secretary Ronne!"
Franka immediately praised:
"It's good, keep this spirit."
She then emphasized:
"Of course, revenge cannot be blind or impulsive, you must wait until you have enough strength and wait for the opportunity to appear before taking action, otherwise you will only cause more harm to your relatives and friends, and watch your enemies still live and live well."
"Hmm." Jane Na nodded slightly.
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Late at night, Jane, who had changed into her usual clothes, returned to her home at 17 Rue Pasteur in the Botanical Garden with mixed emotions.
It is close to the market area of rue Saint-Gers and a large number of factories south of the Botanical Gardens, and Jane and her family have chosen to rent this place to facilitate Eloti and Julian's work.
As soon as Jane opened the door, she saw her brother Julian squatting by the window with his head in his arms.
Her heart sank, and her voice trembled a little, and she asked:
"Julian, what's wrong with you?"
Julian, who was bathed in the crimson moonlight and next to the old wooden table, looked frightened:
"Don't fire me, don't fire me!
"My mother passed away, really died, so I didn't come to the factory in the afternoon......
"Don't fire me! Don't fire me!"
"Mom, Mom, it's all my fault, I shouldn't have left you alone in the ward!
"It's all me, it's all me!
"Woohoo!"
Julian burst into tears, like a child who was extremely scared.
He seems to have gone crazy.
Jian Na stood in the darkness at the door, looking blankly at such a brother, feeling that she was slowly falling into the bottomless abyss uncontrollably.
(End of this chapter)