Chapter 170 There Is No Hope. Wait for Death. Goodbye!

"What's going on?"

"Did that man commit suicide?"

The black-clad men who were surrounding him from behind all showed shock on their faces and hurried over. Only the black-clad sturdy man whose wrist was broken did not believe that Moriarty would seek death. He rushed over in three or two steps and saw a gray figure that looked like a circling bird, rapidly descending.

In just three or five seconds, he landed on his feet with a plop and staggered forward two steps.

The sturdy man watched the other party calmly take out a hat from his bosom and put it on his head, then gestured goodbye to him, released a translucent silver wire in his hand, and got into the crowd.

As a famous detective in the imperial capital, Moriarty could get in and out, so the preparations beforehand were sufficient.

"A bunch of idiots, you still want to catch me?"

After squeezing into the crowd on the street like a fish, he ignored the surprised eyes around him and began to tear his beard and even hair, took off his coat and pants, and threw them away along the way. Finally, he poured out a bottle of colorless liquid and rubbed it on his face. After walking out of the street, he had become a lively brown-skinned young man.

His pace was always at a constant speed. He took out a pair of headphones from his pocket and put them on his head. He shook his head and began to sway with the music.

"Get out of the way!"

"We must find him!"

Countless people in black rushed out of the building like a pot of boiling water, and quickly rushed past him. One of them grabbed his collar and asked with his eyes wide open.

"Boy, have you seen a middle-aged man in gray clothes?"

"Ah?!"

He had a look on his face, as if he had just woken up from the intoxication of music. He shrank his neck and replied in the federal language with the accent of a minority group: "No, I don't know anything!"

The man in black let go of his hand and left in a hurry. Moriarty thought about it and not only did not go out, but retreated in the opposite direction. He quickly returned to the door of the building and saw a middle-aged man standing at the door with a livid face, saying something to the communicator in his hand from time to time.

The black-clad men who were looking for came back one after another, with the same frustration and confusion on their faces, and they were dejected and scolded.

Moriarty knew this guy. He was the head of the Adolf family and the consortium who had just come to power recently. At the same time, he also saw with his own eyes that the other party was respectful to a stranger. His keen professional sense told him that there must be a secret that could not be told.

And it wasn't just Adolf. Moriarty also found some familiar faces in the crowd. All of them were big figures in the Federation. Those who didn't know him were probably not bad. Most importantly, there was Adrian.

"Why did they gather together? Who gathered them together? What did they gather for? Who was that stranger?"

After seeing those people, Moriarty knew he was in danger. Just like the secret gangs he had encountered before, these people would never let him go.

And the energy they gathered was so great that even the President of the Federation would have to retreat and dare not face it.

This might be the biggest crisis in his career ever!

But so what?

Moriarty looked at Adolf, who was furious and livid, from a distance, and a confident smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Over the years, he had defeated a thousand-year-old tomb-robbing family, a vicious terrorist organization, and even a fanatical and bloodthirsty cultist. Which time was not so dangerous?

He is Moriarty.

The most famous detective in the entire Federation, Moriarty!

"Beep--"

Suddenly, the communicator in his arms rang, and a lazy and seductive female voice came out from it.

"Moriarty, where have you been again? This time a big deal has come. The customer wants detailed information about the federal prison. You have a glorious record of escaping from it. This is a fat sheep delivered to the door. Sorry, I don't mean you."

There seemed to be other people around the woman, and it seemed that they were looking for his new customers.

"Jonah, I have bad news to tell you."

Moriarty turned around slightly, and his tone was solemn: "I suggest you leave immediately and find an absolutely safe place to hide. I have provoked um,"

He glanced at the black-clothed people who were dispersing again, and more and more, and grinned: "A little trouble."

"Damn it!"

The woman Jonah's voice suddenly rose by dozens of degrees, forcing Moriarty to stay away from the communicator.

"What have you done again? You swore not to provoke those people again, Moriarty!!!"

Bang!

Crack!

Something seemed to be broken on the ground. Moriarty's eyelids jumped, and he thought of his favorite ceramic pony and ashtray, and his tone was a little embarrassed.

"Dear Jonah, I swear, I really don't want to cause trouble, but trouble always comes to me. Anyway, you should find a place to hide first. I will handle these things. Believe me."

"I believe you-beep!"

In order not to waste his partner's time, Moriarty hung up the call without hesitation, and threw away the communicator without hesitation, and continued to shake his head, listening to pop music and swaying away.

Imperial capital, detective Moriarty's office.

A red-haired beauty with a first-class figure and appearance angrily overturned the entire workbench, listened to the beeping sound in the communicator, and smashed it to the ground, still angry.

"Moriarty, don't let me see you again!"

In the messy office, on a small footing, two figures with somewhat embarrassed faces were standing, a tall and thin young man and an ordinary girl with freckles on the bridge of her nose, dressed as if she had just returned from school. It's the same as entering the imperial capital from the countryside.

Of course, this is indeed the case.

After losing her temper, Qiaona still remembered that there were customers in front of her, so while packing her luggage and clothes, she turned to the two of them and said: "Sir and Madam, as you can see, the great detective has caused me trouble again. I know what the trouble is, so I have to leave here. If you are not in a hurry, you may be able to wait until the matter is settled before entrusting us. "

"I hope your friend can have a good time in the Imperial City Prison."

Although she had a bad temper, Joanna still had unexpected trust in Moriarty. She quickly packed up her things and was a little confused when she saw that the two people in the room still had no intention of leaving.

"Are you planning to hire me? But I don't think I can help you with anything other than to rob the prison."

She told a joke that she thought was very cold, but she found that the two people glanced at her carefully. The tall and thin man took a step forward and said in a hoarse voice: "Ms. Joanna, is there no other way? We really He needs the help of Detective Moriarty, who knows the Imperial Capital Prison best."

"Unfortunately, I can't contact him now. Unless he takes the initiative to contact me, Moriarty will not be exposed to anyone. From this point of view, he is indeed a damn great detective!"

Qiao Na said bitterly and looked at the man: "Excuse me, sir, what exactly did your friend commit and was imprisoned in the Imperial City Prison, where visits are completely prohibited."

Of course, that's all on the surface. You can still get in secretly through some means, but these channels and methods are in the hands of a few people, and Moriarty is one of them.

In one case, he rescued the warden who was imprisoned in a prison he carefully built, and helped him keep a secret, which was why he received such preferential treatment and privileges.

"He will be sentenced to death in three days."

The man said expressionlessly and rubbed his face.

"It's hopeless. Just wait for death. Say goodbye!"

Qiao Na picked up her things and replied without hesitation.