Chapter 1094 Create Enemies

"It's very simple."

Jerry Collins smiled and said, "There are only two requirements to join us."

"The first one must be a 'Hunter', and it can only be a 'Hunter'. We only absorb Beyonders from this path."

"Second, we need people who act boldly and are not bound by worldly rules."

The thin man spread his hands and said, "Obviously, you are the kind of person we are looking for."

"So congratulations, you are already a member of our 'Jagged Cross'."

Xifa let himself show a 'overjoyed' expression: "Really? It's that simple?"

"Yes, it's that simple."

Jerry Collins nodded, and said meaningfully: "However, if you want to get a chance to be promoted and get more protection from the organization, you need to pay and contribute."

Xifa leaned forward slightly, showing strong interest: "If you want to get more, you need to pay more, which is fair."

"What do I need to do, what do I need to contribute?"

Jerry Collins glanced at Xifa with satisfaction: "There are many ways to contribute."

"For example, converting to the 'True Creator' and gaining His approval will be the highest level of contribution!"

Forget it then.

I don't want to deal with evil gods.

Xifa smiled and said, "What else?"

Jerry Collins took the lit cigar from Reed Parker, took a puff and said: "Also, complete the various commissions given by the organization, and we will evaluate your contribution according to the degree of completion of the commissions." .”

"Of course, the simplest and most direct contribution is to donate property."

"This is the fastest way to increase your contribution and your status in the organization."

Xifa narrowed his eyes slightly: "A donation?"

"this is not bad."

"If donating property can increase your contribution, I am happy to donate 10,000 gold pounds to the Jagged Cross."

As he spoke, he took out a cashier's check: "Do you have any pens?"

Reed Parker immediately sent a pen.

Xifa quickly wrote a series of numbers on the check, then tore off the check and handed it to Reed.

Reid sighed sincerely: "Mr. William, you are the most generous and generous member I have ever seen."

"Of course, I mean the one that just joined."

He put the check in Jerry's hands.

Jerry glanced at it, put it away in satisfaction, nodded and said, "Very good, Mr. William. We will take care of your troubles in Trier for you."

"In addition, after you have fully mastered the potion of 'Arsonist', we will provide you with the potion of the next sequence."

"As for higher-level potions, they can only be exchanged when you make more contributions."

Xifa said happily: "No problem, I'm already looking forward to what commission you will give me."

Although Jerry didn't like to talk and laugh, he just received a check for 10,000 gold pounds, and he was in a happy mood. He couldn't help laughing and said, "Trust me, you will have a mission soon."

He looked at Reed Parker: "Help me send Mr. William back and arrange a safe place."

"In addition, Mr. William is already our member, our brother and sister, and there is no need to make any concealment when he leaves."

Reed Parker nodded and said, "I see, Mr. Jerry."

It was already late at night when Xifa returned to Trier, and Reed Parker settled him in the 'Clover Hotel'.

After sending Reed Parker away, Sifer closed the door, and Sharon, wearing a black soft hat and gothic court dress, appeared on an easy chair.

"Is the plan going well?" The 'puppet' lady couldn't even hear the slightest ups and downs of emotion in her voice, like an exquisite puppet.

Xifa pulled up a chair and sat down: "It went well, but it didn't achieve the effect I expected."

"Now it's just one of their strongholds in Trier, but I want to know their headquarters."

Sharon let the teapot and cups on the table fly over by herself, and poured a cup of black tea for her and Xifa each: "Then what are your plans?"

Xifa took the teacup flying towards him, snorted and said, "I think, even if I donate all the tens of thousands of pounds on hand, it may not be able to win their trust, so I will take me directly to the headquarters."

"On the contrary, it will arouse their suspicion."

"After all, there should be quite a few 'conspirators' in the Jagged Cross. If a guy who has just joined the club is so active and donates a large amount of money, I would doubt it."

"So, if I want to dig out the location of their headquarters as soon as possible, I can't let me do it myself."

Sharon thought for a while and said, "You want to create some 'enemies' for them?"

Xifa took a sip of the tea in the cup and felt that the taste was very ordinary.

"That's right, I plan to create enough sense of crisis for Jerry Collins to make him ask for help from the headquarters, and even take me back to the headquarters."

"I donated ten thousand pounds tonight. I bet they must know that Mr. William's property is more than ten thousand pounds."

"I was worth a little to them until they ransacked all my possessions."

"I'll go to the bank tomorrow to take out the remaining 10,000 pounds, plus the previous win from the poker game, the total is 40,000 pounds."

"That's a lot of money."

"As long as only Mr. William knows about this huge sum of money, they won't easily surprise Mr. William."

Sharon nodded slightly: "Do you need me to do anything?"

"For example, playing 'the enemy'?"

Xifa put down his teacup and said, "That's exactly what I want to say."

"Miss Sharon, in two days, please deal with Reed Parker of the 'Fire Dragon Bar' first, cut off their minions bit by bit, create pressure, and make Jerry Collins feel desperate and helpless."

"In that case, he can only ask the headquarters for support."

Sharon picked up the teacup and nodded, "No problem."

Also this night.

In the factory area of ​​Trier.

A man crashed out of the dark warehouse in horror, trying to escape, but at this moment, a rope with a noose swam out of the gate.

It came to the man's feet like a poisonous snake, caught his feet at once, the cover shrank, and the rope was pulled, and the man fell to the ground.

"don't want."

"Help!"

He just screamed when an old newspaper flew over and covered his mouth.

The man wanted to reach out to tear off the newspaper, but was pulled towards the warehouse door by the rope. He instinctively scratched and grabbed the ground with both hands.

But cutting off the nails and catching blood from the fingers still can't change the fact that he was dragged into the warehouse.

The rope seemed to be pulled by an invisible person, and the man was soon hanging upside down on the wall.

Only then did someone come out of the shadows, came to the corner illuminated by the crimson moonlight, looked at the man and said, "Who are the members of the 'Jagged Cross' in Trier?"