Hot Spring District, No. 55 Chestnut Street, a gray-blue three-story building with a garden, lawn and stables.
The band in the corner played soft melodies, and the host, Bono Goodwill, holding a glass of golden champagne, walked among the guests, discussing with them the aftermath of the chemical plant explosion, trying to avoid his own responsibilities to the greatest extent and get generous compensation from the insurance company.
Sometimes he chatted with the wives of government officials, sometimes he talked with his lawyers, and sometimes he communicated with important people in other aspects of the matter.
He was like a natural banquet animal, with a quick mind and strong body for such occasions. His deep blue eyes, almost black, and the thick brown beard around his mouth were shining in the light of the crystal chandelier.
After pirouette-stepping around a minor guest, Bonor Goodwill ran into Travis Everett.
The police superintendent of the Honest Market District was not in uniform, but wore a black suit and a blue bow tie, and also held a glass of light gold champagne in his hand.
"Chief Everett, you have to protect me during this time!" Bono Goodwill said to Travis Everett with a smile, "Many people died in the explosion, and I'm worried that their relatives will do something extreme."
Everett pushed his black-framed glasses and smiled, "This is the hot spring area. I can't control it. Besides, after I entered this street, I could clearly feel that the frequency and intensity of the police patrols were much higher than normal."
"Well, didn't you hire a lot of bodyguards? What's there to worry about? Those who died were ordinary workers. They couldn't threaten you. What's more, they didn't even know where you lived."
Everett half-joked, "If the injured and their families who had to leave the hospital early and go home to wait for death because they could not get compensation quickly knew that you were still holding a banquet, entertaining guests with a lot of good wine, and even invited a small symphony orchestra to accompany them, they might really lose their minds and drag you and your family into the abyss."
Bono. Goodwill smiled awkwardly: The banquet has nothing to do with compensation. I have to abide by the law and wait for the verdict. "Chief 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 job, but I need to remind you that several police officers have family members working in your chemical plant."
He was putting pressure on Bono Goodwill on behalf of his subordinates, hoping that they could get compensation as soon as possible.
Bono. Goodwill nodded silently, not caring too much. The banquet lasted until the early morning. In the lingering fragrance, Bono. Goodwill hugged his three children one by one and went up to the third floor.
He loosened his bow tie and returned to the bedroom with his wife.
With a click, the gas wall lamp was lit, and Bono Goodwell's eyes suddenly became dull.
He saw someone sitting in his favorite armchair.
The man leaned forward slightly, and although he was sitting, he looked down at Bono and Goodwill.
He was wearing a gray-blue worker's uniform and a dark blue peaked cap, with white bandages wrapped around his face, leaving only his blue eyes and two nostrils exposed.
Bono. Goodwill was startled and was about to open his mouth and shout for help.
But before that, a half-illusory red flaming crow had already formed behind the "uninvited" visitor, and flew out, hitting Bono Goodwill's teeth.
With a slight bang, Bono Goodwill's mouth turned black, two teeth fell out, his expression was distorted by the pain, and his screams were blocked.
At this time, both he and his wife had a sharp dagger pressed against their vests.
Franca and Janna had come out from behind the door, closed the bedroom door, and captured their targets. One of them was wearing a black robe with a hood and leather armor, her face hidden in the shadows, and the other was wearing a man's linen shirt with a brown jacket, dark brown trousers and untied leather boots, wearing a silver-white metal mask that only covered the upper half of her face and exposed her eyes.
Franca supported Bono Goodwill with her other hand to prevent him from falling to the ground due to pain.
Lumian remained seated and smiled, "Mr. Goodwill, that was just a warning. Otherwise, your mouth would have been completely blown up, not just two teeth lost, which is a bit of an injury."
Bono. Goodwill'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 Franca.
Franka immediately took out the "truth serum" that Lumian gave her before the operation and fed some to Bono. Goodwill.
While waiting for the effect to take effect, Lumian smiled and said, "Mr. Goodwill, I didn't expect to be able to meet you so easily and have a friendly exchange with you. You disappoint me a little."
I haven't received any gift yet!
Bono. After being forced to drink the "truth serum", Goodwill said bitterly: "What do you want to do? I have a lot of money in my safe, I can give it to you!"
Hearing this, Janna felt a surge of anger rising from her chest and rushing to her head.
She raised her left foot sharply and slapped it into the side of Bono Goodwill's calf.
If they weren't in the wrong position, she would have liked to attack this bastard between his legs!
F**K, take your money to the grave!
Bono. Goodwill's body tilted and he felt his bones cracked.
His instinctive scream was blocked by the sudden condensation of ice in his mouth.
Lumian nodded approvingly to Jana and waited for Bono. After Goodwill calmed down a little, he said, "I want to know why you want to blow up your own chemical plant."
Bono. Goodwill's expression changed and he blurted out, "How do you know?"
Before he finished speaking, he already wanted to raise his right hand and slap himself.
Shouldn't you deny it first when faced with this kind of question? Why did you just say whatever came to your mind
“Oh, you’re so honest. I just deceived you, but you admitted it straight away.” Lumian said in a tone that almost gave Bono Goodwill a brain congestion.
Jenna once again felt as if her soul was leaving her body.
Although she was mentally prepared after Lumian's analysis, she still couldn't believe the answer when she heard it.
How can there be such a bad person
That would destroy hundreds of families!
After coming to her senses, Janna clenched her teeth tightly.
She was afraid that if she relaxed a little, she would be ignited by anger and stab Bono Goodwell directly.
No, hundreds of dollars!
Goodville's wife was also looking at her husband with astonishment and fear.
She originally thought that the explosion at the chemical plant was just a simple accident.
Lumian looked at Bono with indifference. Goodwill asked, "Why did you do that? Is it related to someone in the office of Councillor Hugh Artois?" Hearing the latter question, Bono Goodwill could no longer control his expression, revealing a mixture of shock and fear.
After drinking the strange liquid and "admitting" that he had arranged for someone to do the explosion at the chemical plant, his psychological defenses had actually collapsed, and he was now full of the idea of dragging others into the water to help him share the guilt: "It's Rhone and Tibor! They are the secretary and assistant secretary of Councillor Hugues Artois." They have been hinting to me that the chemical plant has been in disrepair for many years and may explode at any time. It is better to find a way to get the insurance compensation I bought before. At that time, Councillor Hugues Artois will use the excuse of building factories, developing the economy, and protecting factory owners to get reconstruction funds and compensation funds for me.
[Given the general environment,
"They always say that everything decays, and so does my chemical plant, so there are all kinds of problems. Rather than waiting for it to explode, it's better to use it to exchange for more benefits." I went to find it again yesterday morning.
For some reason, they were confused and I was convinced by them. When the explosion really happened, I felt scared and went to the congressman's office three times.
"They told me it would be OK."
What a fool, not even a follower of the evil god... Influenced by supernatural powers? After seeing my disguised Bono and Goodwill, Tibor was also talking about decline. What exactly 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 exchanged a glance with Franca, both of them having some guesses;
The person who came to visit Bono at this time and politely rang the doorbell was either his friend or the official investigator!
Without saying a word, Lumian stood up and Franka put away the dagger tacitly.
Seeing their actions, Janna also reacted.
She took a sideways step, raised the dagger, and thrust it hard into Bono Goodwill's shoulder.
With a hissing sound, blood spurted out, and Bono Goodwill groaned in pain.
Janna didn't stop and rushed to the window opposite to the main entrance.
Black flames ignited on her dagger and in several places in the room, then quickly went out.
The three of them jumped out of the building one after another, climbed over the iron fence at the back of the garden, and disappeared into the night in the distance.
The three-man team consisting of Angouleme, Valentine and the mixed-race Yinmre saw Bono, whose mouth had just been bandaged and burned, in the bedroom.
The factory owner said angrily, "Officer, I was almost kidnapped by three gangsters!"
Angouleme glanced at the scene, smiled and said, "We will investigate this matter later. Now it's mainly your problem."
"My problem?" Bono and Goodwell were shocked.
Angouleme nodded slightly. “Let’s first confirm your faith, and then talk about your visit to the congressman’s office on the morning of the chemical plant explosion.”
Without sufficient evidence to take drastic measures against the congressman and his staff, the Purifiers turned their investigation to Bono Goodwill.
Bono, whose psychological defenses had been broken, turned pale when Goodwill heard these words.