Chapter 15 In the World, There Are Always some Fools
The bearded head was slightly lowered, and he raised his hand to grab the arrow that sank into his throat, his eyes full of incredulity.
"Ha ha."
He wanted to say something, but when the words reached his throat, his voice changed involuntarily, becoming a hoarse low laugh, full of weirdness and hideousness.
Beard felt the rapid passing of life, and subconsciously wanted to pull the trigger and die with the goal, but at this time, his fingers were already stiff and it was difficult to move at all.
Gollum.
A series of black blood blisters emerged from his mouth.
The bearded body froze, and there was no sound at all.
The blood bubbles pooled into blood, which ran down the mouth.
It was pitch black as ink, making the scalp tingle just looking at it.
Arrows are poisonous!
And it's some kind of poison!
Die with blood!
The old butler straightened up and looked at the corpse in the car with complicated eyes.
"Feel sorry."
"I don't want to die yet."
"At least, I can't die yet."
The old butler said so and dragged the body out of the car.
Instead of discarding it at will, after pulling out the arrows on the neck of the corpse, using the shovel placed in the pickup manger, he dug a hole in the soft soil beside him, and dragged the corpse into it.
As for why there is a shovel in the pickup?
The answer is self-evident.
The bearded man buried in the pit is the best answer.
However, the burial is different.
After refilling the soil, the old butler returned to the roadside with the shovel and put the shovel back in the pickup manger. He took out a bottle of water to wash his hands, wiped them, and then put on white gloves again and got into the car.
Not far from Cherry City.
The old butler drove the car back to Cherry City.
No. 222, Artichoke Street, located in the southern part of Cherry City.
The old butler drove straight here.
Compared with the wealthy area, this is the best choice for some assets but not really wealthy people.
Naturally, the environment here is very good. The rows of buildings are not only neat, but also have their own small gardens.
No. 222 is more delicate, not only the flower bed is more beautiful, but also a small fountain, but, in the middle of the night, this fountain is not turned on.
On the stone pillars on both sides of the gate, there is a slap-sized gargoyle squatting on the top of the one on the right.
Gargoyles are small but lifelike.
Of course, more importantly, in the slightly open mouth of the gargoyle, there is a probe that can clearly see everything around.
Therefore, when the car just stopped at the door and the old butler got off the car, the iron gate opened on its own with a 'click'.
The old housekeeper entered the small courtyard, turned around and closed the door, and entered the house familiarly.
Inside the house, someone was already waiting for him.
A slightly emaciated man with a gloomy face sat at the end of the corridor.
The other party is dressed in home clothes, showing the true identity of the owner of the other party's room.
Looking at the old housekeeper who came in, the host showed great friendliness.
"Fendilt, good evening."
Saying such words, the other party also showed a smile in cooperation.
The smile was as friendly as possible, but when ordinary people looked at it, it seemed like a jackal grinned.
Not only hideous, but also full of greed, as if to choose someone to devour at any time.
"Good evening, Tois."
After the old housekeeper responded to the other party, hesitation and unnaturalness appeared on his face.
Such a tangle made Toise laugh.
Of course he knew why the old butler had such an expression.
Everything was within his expectations.
So, the owner of the house came back to life, he patted the old housekeeper on the shoulder, and said with seemingly concern:
"What's the matter, Fendilt?"
"you can tell me."
"We're friends."
Toise looked at the old housekeeper sincerely.
"I was discovered by Your Excellency Dodd, and Pun just sent a killer."
The old butler gritted his teeth and confessed what he had just experienced.
"yes?"
"It's more intense than we thought, but it's okay, didn't we plan for the worst before that?"
Toise comforted the old housekeeper.
Then, he paused and asked, "Did you bring anything?"
"Brought it."
"Here is Mr. Armod's ledger."
The old butler took out a USB flash drive from his close-fitting clothes, but he didn't hand it to Toise immediately. His face was full of guilt, and he hesitated for two seconds before he reached out his hand completely.
"Mr. Toyce, please remember what you promised me."
The old butler emphasized.
"certainly."
Toyce walked to the desk with the USB flash drive, and after checking the contents of the USB flash drive on the computer, a smile appeared on his face, he looked up at the old housekeeper, and said, "About your former employer 'Edward' whereabouts, in fact, I already have some clues."
With such words, Toise opened the drawer aside and took out a kraft paper bag.
"This is the information I collected."
Tois said.
"Thank you! Thank you so much!"
The old butler was so excited that his outstretched hand trembled, but he picked up the kraft paper bag on the table without hesitation.
At this time, Toys stood up from behind the desk again and went around behind the old butler. The old butler, who was focused on the kraft paper bag, did not pay attention to Toys' movements until a dagger pierced from the stab. Wearing his waist.
puff!
The old housekeeper who was opening the kraft paper bag trembled, and the kraft paper bag fell directly to the ground.
The old butler turned his head to look at Toise in a daze, his eyes full of puzzlement.
"I'm sorry, Fendilt."
"I don't want to either."
"But your existence will affect us, so we have to ask you to die - of course, we won't let you die in vain, your death will definitely be valuable, just like Elmod, after all, The one who killed you was the killer sent by Pill, and Pill was Dodd's housekeeper, well, as you think, our goal from beginning to end is that Dodd."
Toys said apologetically, but there was no apology on his face, just a kind of smugness.
However, the old butler at this time didn't care what Toise said, he kept mumbling in his mouth.
"Love, Edward..."
"You mean Edward?"
"Of course we don't know where Edward is. He disappeared so strangely."
"Who knows where he is?"
"All this is to deceive you and make you our pawn."
Tois explained.
He didn't mind explaining a little more to a dead man.
Or... he was showing off.
You know, this is all his plan. After learning that Fendilt, a fool who has clearly terminated the contract, is still trying his best to find the missing former employer, he planned the plan.
A plan to get rid of both Dodd and Ermod.
The former is the arch enemy of his brother 'Todini'.
the latter?
A gangster from the street also wants to climb to the top?
It was fantastic.
Originally, I hoped that the other party would be able to deal with some things that they couldn't come forward, but the other party really didn't know what to do, so it was naturally the target to be eradicated.
Of course, it is absolutely impossible for them to do it themselves.
His older brother 'Todini' is already a member of Parliament, and he absolutely cannot afford such a bad reputation.
And he?
Neither.
He is about to become a member of the parliament - to replace Ermod, which has already been set.
Without Dodd's hindrance, such a thing is almost certain.
For this, he was really grateful to Fendilt, the fool.
Toise lowered his head and looked at the old butler who heard that he had been deceived and returned to the light and couldn't stop struggling. He started to turn his wrist and pierced the dagger into the old butler's body, immediately severing the old butler's kidney.
Then, pull out and stab again.
This time, it's the afterthought.
puff!
The old housekeeper trembled, and the brilliance in his eyes began to disappear.
thump!
As Tois let go, the old housekeeper fell to his knees and slammed his head on the thick carpet.
Toise probed his breath, pulse, and heartbeat, and after confirming that the old housekeeper was dead, he made another knife in his chest.
Then, he wrapped the old housekeeper directly with a thick blanket on the ground, resisted leaving the house, and threw the body directly into the pickup.
Pickup started again.
Back to the outskirts again.
In the position he had already chosen, Toys put the old butler in the driver's seat, adjusted his sitting position, put on the seat belt, and put the old butler's feet on the accelerator of the pickup truck that was not turned off.
hum!
boom!
With the roar of the engine, the pickup directly broke through the guardrail and fell towards the cliff.
Bang, bang!
After the continuous crash, the pickup fell to the bottom of the cliff.
Toyce glanced at the pickup truck that was on fire, then turned and left.
The sullen man took out his mobile phone while walking, and made a call.
"nailed it."
As soon as the call was connected, Tois said directly.
"No clues left?"
the voice on the other side asked.
"of course not."
"I handled everything very carefully, especially the biggest flaw, Findilt - that guy was still thinking about finding his former employer, the guy named Edward."
"I really don't know if this guy is stupid or stupid."
Toise let out a contemptuous chuckle.
"But isn't that just what we can take advantage of?"
The other's voice also laughed.
"yes."
"It's a pity that such a useful piece is the only one."
"If there are a few more, the entire Cherry City will be ours."
Toise sighed.
"Quick! Quick!"
"One day, Cherry City will be ours!"
The voice on the other side said with certainty, and at this moment—
boom!
There was an explosion from under the cliff.
"Did you hear that?"
"It's an applause for our imminent victory."
Toise said with a curling corner of his mouth.
"heard it."
"Go back to your residence quickly, don't let any flaws, that guy is not someone to fool."
The voice on the other side reminded.
"clear!"
Tois replied.
He never complained about his brother's caution.
Because so does he.
Even when the two of them are talking on the phone, they will not have any names, and his brother will have a voice changer on.
Tois picked up his speed, and when he turned a corner, he went straight into the woods beside him.
Moments later, Tois, who was riding a motorcycle, appeared.
The motorcycles were put away at the beginning of the whole program.
For this moment.
When returning to the city on a motorcycle, Toise smashed the phone with one foot and threw it into the trash can. His last worry was gone.
An hour later, the garbage will be transported to the garbage station by garbage trucks for sorting, recycling and destruction.
Perfect!
Everything is unknowable!
Toise thought so, and unconsciously showed a smug smile again.
But the complacent middle-aged man didn't notice that a pair of eyes were staring at him from beginning to end.
With a twist of the accelerator, Toise quickly left with the roar of the motorcycle.
In the shadows, a tall, strong figure came out and picked up the fragments of the mobile phone in the trash can.
"interesting."
With such a self-talk, Jason's figure flashed away.
Jason didn't stop, but returned directly to Apartment 3A-313.
At first, he was just curious about the old housekeeper who survived the shootout. According to John and Brian's description, although the two did not take special care of them, the other party was able to wait for the police to appear, which was enough to show that the other party should have Quite a good skill, especially in terms of awareness, it is even better.
Otherwise, those grenades are deadly.
It's just that Jason didn't think that the other party was far more worthy of attention than he had guessed, and it even involved the secret fight between Cherry City Speaker Dodd and Senator Todini.
There is no doubt that such a dark fight is wonderful.
The dead Ermod may not know until his death that the housekeeper beside him was actually arranged by the congressman he had been funding, in order to let him charge into battle and attract his attention.
Undoubtedly, Ermod has done quite well.
Now Dodd has stepped into the trap.
Everything was as expected by that Tois.
only……
The old butler?
Jason sat in the sofa chair, frowning unconsciously.
In his mind unconsciously, when he first met the other party, he bowed his head politely and the other party bowed his head, the arrow was shot, and the blood turned black.
Conflict arises involuntarily.
Although he watched everything, he should feel that everything is reasonable.
But this sense of contradiction haunts my mind like a lingering shadow.
And, the more memories, the more familiar Jason feels.
as if……
He returned to the 'city that never sleeps' and saw those cunning and vicious guys.
Jason has always been wary of those guys.
Because he didn't want to die for nothing.
And the old butler just now gave him such a feeling in an instant.
Even stronger.
Therefore, he was on the sidelines from beginning to end and did not stand up.
But there is one difference. Those guys in the "city that never sleeps" are absolutely greedy for life and fear of death, and it is impossible to die like the old housekeeper.
Or to be more precise...
Is the old butler really dead?
"Some kind of blindfold?"
Jason frowned, tapped the armrest of the sofa chair, and shook his head.
No matter how clever the blindfold method was, it was impossible to deceive the kind of inspection and make-up that Toys had just done, and he surpassed the perception of ordinary people and determined that Fendilt's heart had already been pierced.
Still twice.
Man, are you heartless?
Not to mention the final explosion.
He had seen Fendilt smashed to pieces with his own eyes.
Unless Fendilt has the same "immortal body" as him, otherwise, he is dead.
Of course, there may be others too!
E.g--
"Some sort of secret technique similar to my 'immortal body'?"
Jason frowned in speculation.
In the world in front of him, he has only arrived one day, and there are no more sources of information, but he cannot deny the existence of 'secret techniques'.
After all, 'food' has it all.
The 'secret technique' naturally exists with a high probability.
Jason's brows stretched slightly, and his attention turned to another question.
What is Fendilt going to do?
Dodd, Todini, and the dead Ermod, all have their own purposes.
Coffin Dilt didn't!
At least, until now, Jason hadn't seen it.
Are you really looking for 'Edward'?
Jason doesn't believe this.
If Findilt was really like the guys he knew, such people couldn't care about other people at all, they only cared about themselves.
However, this did not prevent Jason from investigating this 'Edward'.
Such an investigation naturally requires a lot of manpower and material resources, and cannot be solved simply by power.
Or rather, Jason doesn't think he's strong enough.
Fortunately, he has another way.
Picking up the phone in the living room, Jason dialed John.
"John, can you find someone for me?"
"Edward, the former employer of Steward Armod."
"Well, okay, waiting for your news."
After putting down the phone, Jason sat back in the sofa chair.
He pulled the curtains and looked out the window.
A dazzling white line appeared on the horizon in the darkness.
Dawn has come.
Tonight, the long night is over.
But Jason knew that the best time was after sunrise.
He will keep an eye on it all silently.
He doesn't mind intervening when necessary.
When is it necessary?
Jason smiled.
He got up from the couch and walked out of the apartment, his nose already smelling the smell of breakfast from the street.
...
David, who had not slept all night, was sipping the hot coffee brought by his assistant.
Although Fendilt was unexpectedly taken away, his original plan failed, but the investigation of Ermod did not stop.
Before that, he was investigating Aymod.
But, at that time, there were many obstacles.
And now?
Naturally, no one would stand up for a dead man.
Everything went smoothly.
boom!
"Damn!"
"This bastard is related to so many disappearances!"
"What does he want to do?"
"Trade... sell... people?"
On the desk next to him, the young assistant Hunter slammed the desk heavily and said angrily.
"Calm down, Hunter."
"Anger is useless at this time."
"On the contrary, your calmness will allow you to find these poor girls."
David reminded the assistant, but his fists were already clenched, and his voice was even more severe and cold.
He already knew that Aymod was a bastard.
But I didn't expect that the other party's bastard reached this level.
Damn it a hundred times!
The scum that goes to hell!
David continued to look through the interrogation materials.
The middle-aged sheriff's brows furrowed involuntarily.
The interrogation data all came from Ermod's subordinates, but with the death of all the other's confidants, these interrogation data were provided by some peripheral subordinates.
Based on these alone, it is difficult for him to find substantial things.
"Hunter, who else is alive among those henchmen of Ermod's?"
the middle-aged sheriff asked.
"No, sheriff."
"We found his number one man Asa and many henchmen in Ermod's ruined mansion."
"The rest of the confidants died outside the mansion."
"All I can catch now are these small fish."
The young assistant obviously knew what his sheriff wanted to ask, and the words could not help but become full of helplessness.
"is that so?"
The middle-aged sheriff whispered to himself.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the office.
A uniformed patrolman walked in.
There is a package in the other's hand.
"Sheriff, your package!"
"The one who sent the package was a man named Fendilt!"
Before the patrol officer could finish speaking, the middle-aged sheriff rushed over and grabbed the boxy package.
Looking at the sender with 'Fendilt' clearly written on it, the middle-aged sheriff took a deep breath.
He had a premonition that a turning point was coming.
However, he was not in a hurry.
"Hunter, get me a carving knife."
With such words, the middle-aged sheriff carefully inspected the entire package, and after taking the knife, he carefully cut open the outer package.
Postal bombs, he took it more than once.
The experience is naturally quite rich.
Soon, the entire package was cut open, revealing a notebook and a letter inside.
"Good luck this time."
As the middle-aged sheriff said this, he opened the envelope and took out the letter.
Hello Sheriff David,
If you receive this letter, I am dead.
The person who killed me is likely to be Pang Er.
But who it is, I can't confirm.
After all, I'm a damn person.
I was just trying to undo a little mistake at first, but made more mistakes.
I'm sorry Mr Edward.
I also failed Mr. Imod. Although the latter tricked me into knowing the whereabouts of Mr. Edward, I was remiss as a housekeeper.
And as a normal person, I am also dereliction of duty.
I have witnessed so much darkness, but I didn't stand up when I needed me. I just kept rebuking myself, guilt, and regret.
I am a useless person.
I don't want to face my own faults until I die.
hope……
That notebook can help you.
Sinner: Findilt
...
After reading the contents of the letter, a hint of doubt appeared in the middle-aged sheriff's eyes.
Regarding the matter of 'Edward', he had read it in the documentation. It was a very normal disappearance case. According to his experience, Edward should have left on his own.
It was just the letter in his hand that told him that Edward's disappearance was not easy.
Moreover, it seems to be related to Fendilt.
However, the middle-aged sheriff did not investigate the matter immediately, and his eyes turned to the notebook in the package.
When he opened the notebook and saw the contents clearly, excitement appeared on his face.
Ermod's ledger!
Not only does it have Ermod's hidden industry, but also a detailed record!
More importantly, these records included the names of traders.
Many of them are big names!
"What a surprise!"
The middle-aged sheriff took a deep breath.
He had a hunch that he would discover something big, but what he didn't expect was that it would be so big.
Check out those names above!
Each one is a big shot!
And aggregated in everything, it is enough to shake the entire Cherry City!
In front of them, he is really insignificant. If he makes such a move, David can guarantee that he will disappear silently, a car accident? A revenge?
Or simply a suicide?
As for his boss?
The signature last night, as well as everything before, had already made him understand who his boss was.
He can't rely on each other.
He couldn't even rely on the people in Cherry City.
It can be said that at this moment, he is all enemies.
Thinking of this, the middle-aged sheriff smiled.
difficult.
Like thorns all over the front.
He was already predictable.
He must have been stabbed with blood.
However, this does not mean that he will ignore the helplessness and despair represented by the transaction information.
He remembered the oath he made when he became a policeman——
I will uphold and respect everyone with a spirit of fairness, honesty, diligence and justice.
I will do everything in my power to keep and preserve the peace and stop all crimes against people and property.
I will stand by...
justice!
It was time for him to fulfill his oath.
The middle-aged sheriff put the notebook away and put it in his pocket, which surprised the young assistant who was waiting to read it. He was about to read the contents of the notebook.
"You're not in time yet."
"Now... just having one of me is enough."
"Hunter, how long have you been on vacation?"
"Go and rest, I'll give you a day off!"
After David finished speaking, he walked out.
He knew exactly what he was going to do.
He also knew the consequences of doing so.
After that, he could no longer stand in Cherry City.
Even death will follow.
Then stop dragging others down.
He alone is enough.
In the parking lot of the police station, David opened the car door, and as soon as he got in, the co-pilot's door opened, Hunter did it, and the young assistant fastened his seat belt.
"Let's go, let's go together."
said the young assistant.
"Hunter?"
The middle-aged sheriff was taken aback.
Then the sheriff sighed.
"Do you know what I'm going to do?"
"What will you face again?"
the middle-aged sheriff asked.
"I know, I'm not a fool, your expression tells me everything."
"That's why I don't allow you to be a hero alone."
"We are partners."
"If you become a hero, of course it will be two people!"
The young assistant turned his head and said with a smile.
In the morning light, the young face was still immature, but enthusiastic and firm.
"You are such a fool!"
David said softly.
"Fool? Aren't you the same?"
Hunter chuckled.
"Yeah, we're all fools."
The middle-aged sheriff took a deep breath, stretched out his hand to his assistant, and reported himself as if it was the first time they met.
"David."
"Hunter."
The young assistant took this palm.
The two palms were tightly clasped together.
Bathed in the brilliance of the sun.