Everything happened quietly.
Suddenly, there was a change.
Then, like a thunderclap, Lawrence, the A-level manager of the 'Asylum', was caught off guard.
Lawrence, who had always been gentle and gentle, had a blue face at the moment, and a trace of coldness bloomed in his usually smiling eyes.
After Sean was accidentally beheaded, he directly ordered Clark and Lites to kill Edmund.
'fraternity'
Lawrence knew it.
When Warren, Quick, Clive, Edwin, Jones, and Rodney died, he knew about the "Brotherhood" at the beginning of its establishment, because Clark and Lites initially chose to join his order.
It's a good idea to use so-called grief and anger to move people's hearts.
But it was too late in time.
Edmond, you have disappointed me so much.
It's really a pity that I really fell to the point where I didn't realize it until the last moment.
This is Lawrence's sigh of regret when he knows the 'fraternity'.
However, such an exclamation only existed at the moment before Sean's death!
Such exclamation turned to anger when Lawrence learned that Sean was dead.
He understood that Edmond knew that he would send someone, and there was a high probability that it would be Sean, so this was Edmond's design from beginning to end, just to kill Sean.
Lawrence, who wanted to understand the process in an instant, was furious.
Sean was killed with a useful tool, but more of it was his miscalculation.
Moreover, this is the second time he has miscalculated on Edmond.
This made Lawrence intolerable.
Therefore, Lawrence directly gave the order to kill Edmond.
But now, it has been more than 5 minutes since the action of Clark and Lites, but the information that should have been sent has not been sent back...
Clark and Lites failed!
Although Lawrence didn't know what happened, the result of failure was certain.
"Etdemon, Edmond..."
"You surprised me again."
Lawrence murmured.
Then, a playful smile appeared on the corner of Lawrence's mouth again.
His anger had already dissipated with the complete failure of this round, and there was only a touch of excitement. He expected to start the third round with Edmund.
In the first game, he won.
In the second game just now, he lost.
then
In the third round, it was natural that Edmond would suffer even more.
Last time, Edmond went away to Angcheng disheartened, eating and waiting to die.
This time, he wanted to make Edmund's life worse than death, suffering every day.
"'Brotherhood'?"
Lawrence narrowed his eyes, thinking.
Edmund used the 'Brotherhood' to break the game, of course he will use the 'Brotherhood' to make the game.
The widows and relatives of Warren, Quick, Clive, Edwin, Jones, and Rodney, if you don’t make good use of such useful chess pieces, I’m really sorry that Edmond has done so much s hard work.
Almost instantly, Lawrence thought of many plans that could make Edmund suffer.
He didn't choose, but prepared to use them one by one.
For example, if Quick's son and Rodney's son were kidnapped and placed in secret places at the east and west ends of Ang City, bombs would naturally be strapped to their bodies, and then let Edmund choose whose whereabouts to know.
Then, attack Varun's pregnant wife and let Edmund choose whether to keep the big one or the young one.
Clive's girlfriend had an accident, and it was a good choice to face a group of drunken and daring gangsters.
Edwin's parents are too old, be kind and let them get into a car accident.
Jones's younger sister is young, energetic and tenacious, with good strength, but very impulsive. If I tell her that all this is because of Edmond... a good show will be staged.
However, this is only the beginning of the second round.
The real highlight, of course, is for Edmund to watch the destruction of the entire city!
Thinking of this, Lawrence smiled gently.
"It's really good."
Talking to himself like this, he picked up the communicator and prepared to implement his plan.
But at this moment—
Drip, drop.
Messages came from the communicator one after another.
Holda: I have been exposed and request to evacuate.
Crick: I was just attacked and asked to evacuate.
Will: I have multiple people watching me and asking to evacuate.
These are the three people who he has arranged for a long time, and they are acting as shadows on the surface, but they are actually acting as 'bait'.
The three were found, and Lawrence didn't care at all.
It was the latter that really caught his attention.
Simon: It's true! 'Hydra' 'Court of Owls' is real!
Simon, his true dark son.
It is the shadow he carefully selected.
He believes in the other party.
But it was because of his belief that he became even more unbelievable.
"'Hydra' and 'Night Owl Court' are true?"
Lawrence frowned for the first time.
As the management staff of the 'shelter house', his level is enough for him to read some secret information and know some things that ordinary people don't know. Before that, he had checked Angcheng in detail for the layout.
The history of Angcheng is only a hundred years old, and the written records are in the new century. Although some things have happened, each time is within the controllable range.
etc!
Within the controllable range
Lawrence subconsciously thought of the 'Night Owl Court' which he took as a joke.
Angcheng is not considered a prosperous city, but in the archives with written records, there have not been any 'abnormalities' or disasters that exceeded the scope.
Moreover, why did Edmond choose Angcheng
Is he really disheartened
Isn't it to accumulate strength to counterattack him
Also, when he looked it up before, the historical records before the new century in Angcheng were very vague, and there were still a lot of faults, which should be normal in normal times, but if the 'Night Owl Court' really existed...
These are man-made!
It's the 'Court of Night Owls' covering up the truth!
Didi, Didi!
The voice of the communicator rang again.
The message was still from Simon.
But the information above is impressively—
Simon: Because of the night owl, it's time for the verdict!
Night Owl!
There is no doubt that Simon should be dead, otherwise, it would be impossible for the enemy to take away the communicator.
"Et Demond, I underestimated you!"
"besides… "
"'Night Owl Court'!"
Lawrence said harshly.
He knew that in this round, he lost even worse than he imagined.
Moreover, the third round couldn't be as simple as imagined.
But as long as his status as the A-level administrator of the 'shelter center' is still there, everything will have a chance to start over, and he will be able to...
wrong!
He knows it!
Of course Edmund knew it!
Now that Edmond has done it, will he be given such a chance
Lawrence's expression changed.
Without any hesitation, he directly took out two secret USB flash drives from the secret compartment of the desk in front of him, got up and walked towards the hanger.
Leave the 'Asylum' headquarters!
This is what Lawrence is thinking at the moment.
But just as he took off his coat and hat, the door of the office was pushed open.
A team of mobile players from the headquarters rushed in.
Leading the way was one of his colleagues, Golore.
"Your Excellency Lawrence, I hope you will not resist. There are some things that require your cooperation in the investigation."
"Of course, we all believe in you."
"There must be something wrong."
said the colleague.
Obviously, Lawrence's usual performance gave him a little room to turn around at this time.
"certainly."
Lawrence said so, put the hat on his head, put on the coat, and looked very cooperative, then, Lawrence looked at his colleagues calmly, and said slowly: "Lawrence, I didn't expect you to do something like this."
The voice fell, not waiting for the colleague to speak again.
Lawrence took a step forward and knocked his colleague down.
"catch him!"
"Press it down!"
Looking at his colleagues collapsed on the ground, Lawrence said very coldly.
The mobile players around immediately took action.
And Lawrence followed, and then, after completing a series of custody procedures, he swaggered towards the parking lot, got into Golore's car, put a blues cassette into the cassette player, and Amidst the sound of music, he stepped on the accelerator, and the car slowly left the headquarters of the 'shelter'.
Lawrence was in no hurry.
He knows he has at least 1 hour.
And this 1 hour is enough for him to do many things.
For example: contact the 'Holy Temple' and tell them what happened in Ang City.
Or, tell the 'temple' the special bases of several 'shelters'.
Presumably the people in the 'Temple' will be interested in those few special containment objects.
Of course, there is also the 'Holy Snake Society'.
This is also a force that can be harnessed.
However, the first thing he did now was to activate the 'bomb' that he had buried in Angcheng long ago.
But reason told him that doing so now would not achieve the best results.
So, he restrained himself.
"Et Demond, our third game has begun."
Lawrence, who had completely torn off his camouflage, said with a cold voice and a sullen face. He was like a poisonous snake that had burrowed back into the bushes from the light. It was not only dangerous, but also deadly.
In Angcheng, in the office, Edmond, who had been waiting for the call, remained silent.
Drip ring ring.
As soon as the phone rang, Edmond picked it up.
"Et Demond, everything you reported is true."
"After we confirmed, Lawrence has been arrested."
There was a female voice on the other end of the phone, stern and unusual.
Edmund usually didn't want to hear this voice, but at this time, he felt that this voice was so beautiful.
However, he has not waited for him to be happy.
His communicator rang, and when he saw the text on the communicator, he frowned directly.
Lawrence: Are you ready
"Your Excellency Wei En, I suggest you check it carefully."
Edmund said so.
"Are you questioning me?"
Wei En's voice sank, but immediately the A-level member issued an order to re-examine. Hearing such an order through the receiver, Edmond's serious face suddenly collapsed and became lazy. Yes, especially after shrugging his shoulders, his upright body just slipped down involuntarily, and his whole body collapsed into the soft sofa chair.
"Sure enough, I'm still used to being a salted fish."
Speaking of such words, Edmund picked up the communicator again, looked at Lawrence's murderous words, thought for a while, edited a message and sent it.
Then, he threw the communicator on the table.
Under the lights in the room, the communicator displayed the message just sent—
Edmund: Excuse me, who are you