Chapter 331

Blackwood walked to Grangjer, who fell to the ground, and looked down at the old jazz's body that was still twitching slightly.

There was no pity in his eyes, but with a indifferent review, it was like confirming whether a job was completely completed.

"Well, it's so tenacious."

He murmured, raised the gun in his hand, and aimed at Grasson's chest.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A few times a few times of gunfire exploded in the room, the old jazz's body shocked sharply, and then completely quietly. Blackwood put away the gun with satisfaction, with a touch of irony hanging on the corner of his mouth.

He raised his hand slightly, the pistol in his hand twisted and deformed, and re -turned into the small handbar.

He put the box on the table and leaned out the model pistol from Granger's rigid hand. The movement was so numb and calm, as if all this was just a routine business.

"Damn!"

Blackwood suddenly raised his wrist and looked at the screen of the watch, with obvious annoyance in his tone.

"Isn't it to wait for my signal?! How can I turn on it in advance!"

There was a cold voice in the watch, no feelings.

"What threat can a hidden old man be? If you can't use magic is the lamb to be slaughtered."

When Blackwood heard this, his face suddenly gloomy.

He whispered whispered.

"Idiot! You don't know how strong his ability is, I almost lost my hands just now!"

While cursing, he continued to sort out the scene.

He walked to Granger's desk, opened a humble little drawer, and took out a small bottle.

The liquid in the bottle was slightly silver under the light. He took a closer look and confirmed that it was incorporated in the box.

Blackwood once again confirmed that Granger was dead and swept through the room to ensure that there were no traces of omissions before he turned to the door.

However, when he walked out of the room, it was not the previous secretary, but a golden statue.

The face of the statue is just like the secretary, his expression was frightened, and his hands kept a knocking posture.

Seeing this scene, Blackwood had no unexpected expression on his face, just glanced coldly, bypassing the statue, and walking downstairs.

His pace was calm and calm, as if everything had happened just now.

However, he didn't notice that Sir Granger's body was lying quietly in the room he left.

There is a transparent liquid flowing out and infiltrating the floor.

Intersection

Professor Le Vie took Furong with the corridor of the exhibition hall slowly. He stepped briskly, with a negative kind of gentle smile on his face, with a hint of ridicule in his tone.

"This is the second time you run away. After the wife knows, I won't be easily spoiled. You know her value for discipline."

Furong's cheeks were still stained with a faint blushing. When she heard this, she turned her eyes angrily, but she didn't look a little bit of fear in her expression. There was nothing afraid of this so -called punishment.

"professor,"

She suddenly lowered her voice and said,

"I can give you a copper coin that the condition is that you don't ... Anyway, tell the principal anyway."

Professor Le Vie stopped, turned his head to look at her, and a hint of light flashed in her eyes.

He grinned and shook his head.

"No, Little Furong, how can such a big thing be hidden from his wife? Haha!"

He paused, meaningful.

"And today I already have enough accounts. I can buy my method with money. This time it is feasible."

Furong frowned and looked at him suspiciously, but his footsteps followed unconsciously.

The two gradually came to the edge of the exhibition hall, and the noise of the bustling crowd and various exhibits gradually became clear.

She suddenly stopped, as if thinking of something, her face became a bit complicated, and she stared at Professor Le Veya in surprise.

"Do you teach you-"

She asked in a low voice, with a little uncertainty and panic.

"——There are you selling samples to the British for special enlightenment agents?"

When Professor Le Vie heard this, his expression froze instantly, and then rolled his eyes suddenly, his face was full of helplessness.

He sighed silently, stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, as if he was silent.

"Hibiscus,"

He said slightly exaggeratedly.

"In your eyes, can I only make money by selling the intellectual property rights of the school? It really disappointed me."

Furong looked at Professor Le Veya's relaxed look, and finally slowly relieved, but his tone was still a little dissatisfied and helpless.

She hugged her hands and opened her hands.

"Oh, professor, you can sell the style of money for money, I think there is probably nothing you can't do?"

Professor Le Veye heard that she didn't care, but seemed to have no sound of her muttering, and still said with a smile.

"Oh, little hibiscus, you are too underestimated. Also, I have to tell you that I have recently discovered that some British people are indeed stupid. Stick money in your hand. "

To put it, he stopped and slowly took a gold coin from his waist pocket. The gloss and texture of the gold coin was obviously very different from the French currency he was carrying.

"Look at this!"

Professor Leway raised the gold coin in front of Furong and shook it proudly.

"This is a British betting with me, but it is lost to me. Today, you have taught me my account, and you have already received it!"

Furong stared at the gold coin, and the expression on his face was almost speechless.

She really doesn't understand. How can the professor always make the business properly, and can earn some fast outside.

"Professor, you are really ..."

She shook her head, but she didn't say anything, but quickly followed him.

At this point, the two were about to reach the exhibition.

The hustle and bustle of the crowd gradually became clear, but the atmosphere in the exhibition was a little abnormal.

Furong keenly noticed that the original lively atmosphere seemed to be replaced by an invisible depression.

Many wizards gathered together in three or three places, whispered whispering, with a little nervousness and doubt in their expressions.

Her eyes swept across the center of the exhibition and found that the display on the roadshow has stopped. Several host wizards are standing side by side, as if they are discussing something.

Furong did not care about the strange atmosphere in the exhibition field, and walked straight towards the booth of Besbaton.

Her steps were brisk, and obviously had left the tension just behind.

However, at this moment, a tall figure blocked her way.

It was a tough man, with a cold complexion and a strong military temperament on his body.

His eyes were deep, as if he could penetrate people's hearts, his voice was low and cold.

"Friend, do you know, Tintaros?"

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