After Louis and the others hid the bodies, Baron Brinell asked Lumian casually, "I'm curious, how did you kill Hammer At?"
Lumian did not hide anything as he took out the now empty metal vial and placed it on the table in front of him.
"What is this?" Baron Brinell looked at it carefully for a few seconds. "Didn't I go underground this afternoon?" Lumian said with a smile, "I met a pervert and killed him by accident. I got this bottle of gas-type drug and the corresponding antidote from him. I sneaked into the bathroom of Hammer At's room, drank the antidote, waited for him to come in, opened the bottle cap of the drug, fought him in close combat, dragged him, and didn't let him leave the bathroom until the drug began to take effect."
Baron Brinell thought for a moment and determined the feasibility of this plan. He nodded with satisfaction and said, the bathroom is not big, and the gas-type knockout drug can fill it up quickly. There should be no ventilation duct there. Given the character of "Hammer" Et and his precautions against our Savoy party, he will not let anyone have the opportunity to sneak in easily. "The gunmen outside dare not shoot casually, as there is a high possibility of killing "Hammer Et by mistake." They may not even be able to open the bathroom door," Baron Brinell said as he thought, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.
Louis and others on the side nodded secretly. After such analysis, they found that it was not so unbelievable that Charles hunted down "Iron Hammer" Et in a short time.
He did find a way to success, making the best use of the supplies at hand.
Under that plan, as long as the fighting ability is not much worse than that of "Hammer" At, there is a good chance of getting rid of the traitor.
Of course, if the whole thing is to succeed, strength, luck, decisiveness, courage and the ability to collect intelligence are all indispensable.
This showed how terrifying Charles was, but not as terrifying as they had just imagined.
Baron Brinell was more impressed with Lumian's brain, but was a little dissatisfied that he carried the body of "Hammer" Et to the Breeze Ballroom after the mission was accomplished, which almost brought disaster to himself; however, Baron Brinell did not intend to blame the other party. After calming down, he felt that the problem was more with himself.
"It seems that I am usually too confident and too smart. It seems that nothing can stop me, so he believes that I can provide enough protection. Don't be afraid. Black Scorpion Roger, this action was proposed by me. It is normal for him to think that I have been prepared.
Time passed as they chatted, and soon the Savoy thugs guarding the entrance to the first floor came up and said to Baron Brinell: "Baron, Superintendent Everett is here."
Asking him to come up, Lord Brinell stood up and greeted him at the stairs. Travis Everett was the superintendent of the Honest Market District Police Headquarters, one of the highest-ranking police officers directly responsible for the work, above him were several deputy chiefs of the chief superintendent and the district police commissioner who was in charge of everything.
Baron Brinell likes dealing with Everett very much, because if you use the words left by Emperor Roselle, he is a typical "good guy" who doesn't like to get to the bottom of things. He just hopes that everyone can get along in harmony and not cause any big trouble. He is very good at resolving the soft shields between several gangs in the market area.
Ten seconds later, the superintendent walked into the coffee shop on the second floor with two of his men. He was about thirty years old, nearly 1.75 meters tall, with short black hair, blue eyes with relatively large black-framed glasses, and a slightly wide chin. At this time, he was wearing a black police uniform, with black epaulettes inlaid with silver-white five-petal dried irises, which represented the superintendent of police; if there were seven petals, it would be the chief superintendent of police, and above that, there would be off-white diamond-shaped blocks.
Travis Everett looked at Baron Brinell, who was smiling and welcoming him, and asked with a gloomy face, "What happened just now? You said there was an explosion at the entrance of the Breeze Ballroom, but you don't know who did it!"
"Superintendent, please take a seat first," Baron Brinell led Travis Everett to the wooden table, personally pulled out a chair for him and asked him to sit down.
Lumian didn't want to face the police officers directly, fearing that he would be recognized as a wanted criminal, so he disguised himself as a thug like Louis and others and stood behind Baron Brinell.
Baron Brinell picked up the mahogany pipe and looked at Travis across from him. Everett said with a slightly solemn expression... Hammer At is dead, I was worried that Black Scorpion Roger would go crazy, so I threw the bomb to attract everyone here, Mr. Superintendent, don't worry... I deliberately chose the location of the explosion, it won't cause anyone's death, not even serious injuries.
"Travis Everett raised his right hand, pushed the black-framed glasses on his nose, pointed at Baron Brinell opposite and said, "You guys! Can you please stop causing so much trouble! The election for members of Congress is next week. Do you want to embarrass us in front of our boss for the next five years?" "I don't care what you are thinking, and I don't want to know what your purpose is. I just want to see a peaceful and calm area," If something like this happens again, I will suggest to Mr. Emek that the Eighth Bureau and the two major churches set up a joint investigation team to specifically deal with your Savoy Party! "Emek is one of the police commissioners of Trier, responsible for the Young District of Honest City.
Travis Everett did not mention the death of "Hammer" Art in a single sentence, but every sentence was using this incident to hit Baron Brinell.
Baron Brinell responded with a smile, "Mr. Superintendent, you can rest assured that we will strictly abide by the law in the next two weeks. I am only worried about the Sting Gang...
Travis, Eferet nodded... and sighed: Emperor Roselle once said that only when everyone gets along with each other can they get rich. If you really have any disputes, you can ask me to arbitrate.
He then turned his head to the two low-ranking police officers beside him and said, "Let's go back now and find someone to keep an eye on the leaders of the Sting Gang, talk to them, and make them behave themselves." After that, the superintendent stood up, opened his arms, and praised the sun. "Praise the sun," Baron Brinell stood up and watched Travis Everett and others walk into the stairs.
Lumian muttered silently. Is it true that people with a little status always like to mention what Emperor Roselle once said? It's different for people like us. We curse when we should, and use colloquialisms when we should. Whether a statement makes sense or not doesn't depend on who said it...
After waiting for nearly half an hour, Baron Brinell said to Lumian, "Black Scorpion Roger and his men should have been targeted. There is no danger for the time being. You can go back to the Golden Rooster Hotel now to rest. Come here at 10:30 tomorrow morning and I will take you to see the boss."
"Okay," Lumian smiled, "Thank you, Baron."
He immediately asked, "According to the rules, I killed Hammer At, so all the items on him should belong to me, right
"That's right," Baron Brinell was quite generous in this matter. He motioned for Louis to take the black revolver, bullet bag, triangular thorn and the stack of intelligence that he had prepared earlier, "These are yours too.
Lumian hung the gun bag under his left armpit, hid other items, and walked into the box where the body of "Iron Hammer" At was placed. He confirmed that no one was following him, squatted down, and unbuttoned the shirt of the corpse. There was a golden-red ball inside, like morning clouds and evening glow, and there seemed to be a little light flickering and wandering inside. This is the "uncharacteristic of the fighter!" Lumian happily put it away, and then fumbled through the pockets of "Iron Hammer" At, turning out 116 Felkins and 17 Copes in banknotes and coins, and a pair of steel-like gloves with several sharp short spikes. For him, this is a bigger harvest than hunting Maggot, much bigger.
Return to the Golden Rooster Inn "On the way, the gas street lamps were spaced far apart. Lumian shuttled through the interlaced light and shadow, feeling that there were pairs of eyes hidden around him, staring at him, "Is Black Scorpion Roger driving the dead souls or using other extraordinary abilities to monitor me, or am I too vigilant and have hallucinations?" Lumian muttered as he raised his right hand and pinched both sides of his temples. He turned on the "spiritual vision" but found nothing, and the feeling of being stared at subsided.
In the three-story building with a garden at No. 126 Market Avenue, Roger, the "Black Scorpion" with deep and cold blue eyes, and Harman, the handsome "Bald Head", walked back from the door. The ten members of the Sting Gang waiting here felt depressed and afraid at the same time. No one dared to speak, as if they were facing a brewing hurricane.
After more than ten seconds, "Bald" Harman gritted his teeth and said, "That Charles doesn't take us seriously. The Savoy party keeps running away from us. We must make them pay the price!"
"Black Scorpion" Roger also felt that he was provoked by Charles. He said in a deep voice: "We can't just let this go." Huh... He exhaled and signaled the other members of the Sting Gang to leave, leaving only "Bald" Harman.
"Black Scorpion" Roger Caiwei continued: "But we are being targeted by the police now, and there may be official Beyonders, so we can't retaliate for the time being. "Baron Brinell is indeed not simple, he has brains." When Mr. Artois is elected as a member of Congress, Ms. Yue will give us a new gift. At that time, I will dig out Brinell's brain and throw it to those stray dogs! We can't do nothing during this period. When the people who are watching us are not so attentive, find an opportunity to assassinate Charles! The Savoy Party can assassinate our people, and we can also assassinate theirs.
"Golden Rooster Hotel" Lumian just walked to the door of room 207, and he found out. He turned his head and looked at the balcony area not far away. Come out, he sighed and said, "Ms. Janna."