0494 This Is a Joke

On the lawn, two people sat across from each other. A gust of autumn wind blew, and the bleak autumn air was like the murderous intention of a killer. It was obviously as warm as spring, but it gave people a chill in their bones.

The diplomat wrapped up his clothes and fell silent.

Mr. Trueman unabashedly admitted that he did all this, and although it is annoying, it is not hateful.

This is much better than finding out the truth after a long time after he made the decision. A hateful... well, a somewhat hateful guy, but not disgusting. With this explanation, he immediately felt much better. .

In fact, at this point, he no longer had many choices to choose from.

Once he returns to the country, the royal family will definitely take action on him. Over the years, he has learned too much about that decadent and backward country. Everyone wants to have more power, and everyone is unwilling to listen to any valuable suggestions.

Nagaril is not weak. This is an idea he has always had after graduating from Gevra, including coming to the Federation and indulging in the decadent capital life every day. He has never thought that Nagaril is a weak person. s country.

It may not be technologically developed enough, but this country has a large population, and population is the potential for development. Unfortunately, the clans in the country only want to benefit themselves, and are not even willing to listen to some of his ideas...

Now, he has no more choices.

If he goes back, he will die, and his family will die, but he stays here...

He glanced at Mr. Trueman, who was sitting opposite, and became a little angry when he saw the smile on his face that said, "You have no choice, you'd better surrender as soon as possible."

This breath made him make an action that he had not thought of. He leaned forward, almost crossing the table, and waved to Mr. Trueman, who thought that the diplomat had something more private to say. He also moved closer.

Then...a fist hit Mr. Trueman hard on the bridge of his nose, and blood spurted out instantly.

Yes, it was sprayed. It may be that the discomfort caused by the ruptured blood vessels caused Mr. Trueman's lungs to contract, hoping to use airflow to flush out the "foreign matter" in the nasal cavity. This is an instinctive reaction of the body, which also led to the initial The nosebleeds are spurting out!

He sat back on the chair, spread his hands and looked at the blood on his hands, arms, and pants.

The surrounding agents have jumped onto the turf, and they are approaching quickly with guns in their hands. As long as the diplomats make any misleading moves, they will shoot without hesitation.

The diplomat sat back down again. He felt much better. He picked up the coffee cup gracefully like a nobleman from Gevra. He held the ear of the cup with his little finger and tasted the fragrance of the scented tea, with a satisfied smile on his lips.

Mr. Trueman raised his hand and told the men to put down their guns and leave the area.

He took out a handkerchief and pressed it to his bleeding nose, looking at the diplomat across the table, "You have fewer choices."

The diplomat shrugged indifferently, just like Mr. Trueman did before, "Why choose? We will soon become colleagues, but the prerequisite is that my family must appear in front of me intact. "

Mr. Teleman had more smiles on his first couplet, which was the best result, but he shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, I can't do this because..."

Under the stunned eyes of the diplomats, he told the truth, "It's all false."

"We found your friend and bribed him with only 20,000 yuan and the identity of a federal citizen. Then he forged this telegram and helped us forge the royal family's telegram. In fact, your family is still living well. good."

"If we bring them back rashly, it will cause unnecessary commotion, and it will also be very detrimental to you. Your current job is very important."

After hearing what Mr. Trueman said, the diplomat laughed so angry, "You are such a bastard, Mr. Trueman!"

He had already made his choice, and he had no right to go back on it. This was why he was angry and funny. He was actually deceived by such a cheap trick!

In fact, as long as he waits a few more days, he will be able to know the truth. If the royal family of the United Kingdom of Nagaril really wants to arrest him, they must have sent diplomats to replace him on their way to the federation. At the same time, they have also Someone must have been sent to take him back.

As long as he waits for a few days, three to five days, and no ship arrives, and no new diplomats or those who captured him arrive, he will naturally know that these things are false.

But it is impossible for people to face and analyze the world so calmly and objectively.

The telegram sent by his close friend became the straw that convinced him that this was not a scam. There were probably not many people in the world who knew about his relationship with his close friend. This was also the most reliable layer of protection he considered.

In addition, the content of the telegram was shocking and appalling. Even if he had good mental endurance, he was still in disarray.

"How did you find him?" He didn't really care how much money the other party charged, he was just curious about how Mr. Trueman found that person.

Mr. Trueman spoke in a shaky voice, "We looked up the Nagaril people who were also in Gefra when you were studying abroad, and found several very interesting characters, including your friends."

Well, the other party paid such attention to it that the diplomat could only sigh, "What do you want me to do?"

Mr. Trueman's expression was a little subtle, "It's not 'you', it's what 'we' are going to do next!"

Three days later, a heavy envelope was sent ashore in a sealed letter box at the coastal port of Nagalil's Mong U Province. Under the escort of a group of people, the letter box will eventually be sent to Naga In front of the president, chief and king of the United Kingdom of Leer.

This is a very complicated name. According to the Nagalil people's own point of view, they only have great chiefs, and there are no big presidents and kings. They are all called by the outside world.

The local clans are said to be clans, but in fact, they were tribes bound by blood ties in the early days. The governor of the province was the chief, and the chief of the largest and strongest tribal clan was the great chief.

The president was added to cater to the mainstream international forces. At least the president sounds more in line with a civilized society than the chief.

The king is a title that resembles a false position after they integrated all the resources and established a fixed base.

In short, it is too complicated to discuss this matter, and there is not much need. Let's always call him the king.

At the same time, three people and a dog got off the boat.

"Damn it, it stinks here, don't the people here never take a bath, I can already imagine the thick greasy on their bodies!", the former lady with a puppy can never be idle twittering.

The puppy she led was a little bigger than a palm, and she didn't like this place full of stench. The sense of smell of dogs is much stronger than that of humans. It is difficult for people who just came here to bear the smell here. Forget about this puppy living in a developed country.

It sneezed and barked, seeming to be fighting the invisible stench in the air.

Then the young man who disembarked was also full of disgust. What he disliked was different from others. He disliked his dead father, Mr. Simon, who would choose to settle here after abandoning them, and married the stinky man here. A beautiful woman gave birth to a smelly son, who turned out to be an unreasonable man.

As for the lawyer who finally came down, it seemed that he was not affected by this.

"Don't you think it stinks here?" Looking at the springy smile on his face, the lady couldn't help but ask.

"Stinky?" The lawyer was a little surprised. "Of course, it does stink here, but as a professional lawyer, I should also show absolute professionalism in front of my clients!"

Not to mention it stinks, as long as the money is available, he will dare to eat even shit.

He calculated 40% of the legal fees. According to what his employers said, it was at least two to three hundred thousand Fra (fra). This amount of money was enough for him to rest for a long time.

Even if he loses the lawsuit, he can still get 12% of the fee, which is about 40,000 Fula. He has no reason not to laugh.

This is the beauty of being a lawyer, especially a divorce lawyer and an estate lawyer.

Regardless of winning or losing, there will be a lot of money in the account.

"Where are we going now?" the lady asked, covering her mouth and nose, "it stinks here!"

"First go to the local judicial agency. We have to understand the local inheritance law first, and then it is best to..." He looked around, "We can get help from some capable local people. If anyone is willing to help us, If you talk, the next thing will be easier."

"A capable person?" Mr. Simon's son repeated, not quite understanding what it meant.

In these years, he only learned how to lose money and did not gain any experience from losing money.

The lawyer forced another smile and said, "Yes, some of Mr. Simon's wealthy friends and some political friends can help us."

"I don't know if you have ever heard of a saying!" He said a warning in a tone full of special emotions, "Winning or losing is always outside the court!"

"This is what we need..."

The group of people quickly disappeared on the streets of Nagaril. No one knew whether their trip could successfully achieve their goals. Maybe they could, maybe they couldn't.

With the arrival of November, the hot climate in Nagaril has finally begun to cool down. The high temperature has dropped from 30 degrees Celsius to 24 to 24 degrees Celsius every day, and everything has become pleasant.

Sitting in the room, Lynch listened to Asr's report.

During this period of time, he has traveled around the Mengwu Province, and he was not harmed during this turmoil. His local identity has prevented him from becoming a target of certain people.

This was also a very new experience for him. You must know that when he heard the proteges rushing to the hotel shouting slogans of "expel foreigners" or "kill foreigners", he almost peed.

But as people rushed past him, he realized that he was from Nagali.