Mystery: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 54
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"...You need to give me an explanation about that dream."

"If the sadness and hesitation shown in the real world are impersonation, then why did she appear in your dream?..."

"You're broken and need repairing."

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After handing the "Master of Magic" potion formula obtained from the autobiography of Abraham's descendants to Miss "Magician", Klein had a good night's sleep, because more rewards were waiting for him the next day.

Today is the date for the reward for the serial murder case!
Klein was excited and arrived at the appointed place on time. The detectives who participated in the bounty offer had arrived one after another.Passing through the living room and entering the previous living room, Klein saw two more familiar detectives, Kaslana and Stuart, and sat next to the latter.

"Sherlock, how much reward do you think we will get this time? It shouldn't be less than protecting Yatru. Of course, I don't do much work, and I can get a limited amount. Emperor Roselle said, one point No pains, no gains." Stuart clenched his fists and touched the beard that reached his chin.

Klein guessed with great interest: "The more may be several hundred pounds, and the less will not be less than 10 pounds."

And I'm that much...if Essinger is as reputable as he describes himself.Klein added spontaneously in his heart.

Not long after, Essinger, with gray sideburns and a skinny face, was wearing a white shirt and a brown vest, holding a signature pipe, entered the living room where the fireplace was burning, and sat in his easy chair. He smiled and said: "Ladies and gentlemen. I just came back from the Backlund Police Department. They recognized our contribution and believed that we provided vital help for the cracking of the case. Although we did not participate in the follow-up roundup, we We can still get half of the bounty."

"In other words, we will share 1000 pounds in cash!"

"In Backlund, this is also a very generous bounty. A single detective has to sleep on the street for four or five years to save it."

The atmosphere in the living room suddenly became relaxed, and everyone was filled with expectations for their bounty.Even Klein was no exception, he was guessing how much Isengard would give him.

At least a hundred pounds, right?He whispered silently.

Essinger took a sip of the pipe, squinted his eyes slightly, and said with satisfaction: "Thank you for your trust in me, I will make the distribution now."

"The biggest contribution this time was Detective Sherlock Moriarty. The few ideas and ideas he provided allowed us to find clues and get on the right track. He is a veritable reasoning expert!"

"Ms. Kaslana can confirm this. I still have a few letters from Detective Moriarty here. Those who doubt it can take a look."

It's fair, he didn't list himself as the biggest contributor... Klein was a little impressed by this great detective.

After dividing up the bounty, the detectives left one after another, and Klein received the highest treatment from Detective Essinger at the door.

Essinger took a pipe, coughed twice and said, "There are still some doubts in the serial murder case that have not been clarified. Maybe behind the murderer, there is a more vicious guy hidden. You must be careful recently and don't make a big deal about yourself. played an important role in this case."

It seems that the official Extraordinary also suspects that the giant demon dog has an owner, so I don't need to make insinuations... Klein felt a little more relaxed instead: "I know, I also have guesses about this."

"Mr. Stanton, you must also be careful. You are the caller of the party and the main partner of the police."

The two exchanged a few more words, and the host and guest enjoyed themselves.Klein took a few steps and saw Detective Stuart approaching him again.

"Sherlock, I forgot to tell you just now that I recently accepted a very lucrative job hunting mission. You mobilize your resources and help me pay attention. If I can find it, I will not lose your share."

"Okay, no problem." Klein replied indifferently.

Stuart handed over the paper in his hand and said: "This is the man who has been missing for nearly two weeks. Because he is related to indiscretion or a certain degree of crime, the client does not want us to ask the police for help." .”

Klein nodded slightly, unfolded the paper, and saw a black-and-white photo: it was a man with his hair combed back obliquely, with a bit of chic in his seriousness: he was about 27 or [-] years old, and his appearance was delicate and handsome, but there was a smile on his face. Undisguised arrogance, with a high nose bridge and thin lips.

"By the way, his name is..." Stuart recalled, "Emlyn White."

Emlyn White... Klein suddenly turned his head: "Huh?"

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Backlund, outside the Eastern District.

In an ordinary house on the west side, a vicious gang leader is instructing his younger brother: "Quick, quick, clean this place!"

"Spray some perfume! Wash off the blood! There's still a finger!"

More than a dozen young men squeezed into the living room of more than [-] square meters, washing or wiping, and they were very busy. The stumps and blood stains on the ground disappeared bit by bit.The leader of the gang finally breathed a sigh of relief. He blamed his subordinates for being too slow in handling things. It took so long to pick up a few items, which caused him to walk around the streets and saw a beautiful girl... Fortunately, it was cleaned up now. How is he? It was easy to get this list from the superior, and it must be won, and the special envoy of the Aurora Society must not be dissatisfied in the slightest!

After a while, the members of the Aurora Society arrived.

The leader was a tall and strong man, but he was wearing a pitch-black cloak in broad daylight, half of his cheeks were exposed under the cloak, and behind him were several people who were also so tightly wrapped that they couldn't even see their faces clearly.

The little brother at the door hurriedly welcomed the person in.The messenger entered the house, closed the door, and took off his hood, revealing a serious face.He has a pair of jewel-like dark green eyes that are almost black, with a shrewd light flashing from time to time, and deep malice is hidden in the depths.No weird words or deeds, not like a crazy cultist, but like an old fritter from the government.

The leader was overjoyed immediately: "Mr. Z, no, Mr. Z! You are finally here, we have been waiting for you for a long time!"

He took the initiative to shake hands, but the envoy remained motionless and made no expression.The leader didn't feel embarrassed at all, and bowed his body to lead the way for Mr. Z. The moment he passed by, Mr. Z felt a slight weight in his pocket, and two gold pounds were stuffed inside. Mr. Z was noncommittal, smiled slightly, and reluctantly showed a little kindness.

"Oh, you are the person sent by Mr. Capin, the one in charge of the population and hallucinogenic drugs business, to negotiate a deal with me?" Mr. Z's smile was a bit perfunctory, "It smells like blood, what happened here ?”

The leader smiled flatteringly: "Actually, it's nothing, a thief with no eyes broke in, so I cleaned him up..."

Mr. Z and a follower behind him looked at each other, but did not respond.He nodded and took the initiative to go upstairs to take a seat.

The conversation started, and Mr. Z, who is proficient in various diplomatic affairs, quickly chatted with the other party.After only about ten minutes, the leader was already convinced by Mr. Z, smiling from ear to ear, every muscle on his face tried his best to show respect, as if he had found his own father.

Then, the formal negotiation of the deal began.

The intentions of both parties have been confirmed before coming back, leaving only the issue of benefit distribution.After a round of friendly and harmonious negotiations, Mr. Z accepted as soon as he saw it, and voluntarily gave up part of his benefits, which seemed to be very face-saving for Mr. Capin and his official patrons.And the leader also knew that he should not push too hard, so he boldly gave a part of the commission to Mr. Z. After all, when it comes to drug possession and these black transactions, no organization or individual can compare with the experienced and well-connected Aurora Club.He has to ensure that his channel will not be touched too much by other colleagues, and the benefits he pays are necessary, and he can earn back ten times and a hundred times in the future.

Mr. Z readily accepted that only if they took black money together can it be considered a real cooperation, otherwise it will arouse the suspicion of the other party and there will be no integrity.

In the end, Kafang expressed his willingness to invest 8000 pounds and a 7% share, and obtained Mr. Z's umbrella authority in the East District for the next three years.

And Mr. Z promised to help Kafang check and balance the Pilgrim Sect and its leader Maria, and all underground exchanges, docks, black interest chains and checkpoints in the entire Backlund East District will give them a green light.

In the end, Mr. Z also took the initiative to reveal some dirty things inside the Ernst Foundation, such as specially adopting poor and helpless children in exchange for so-called financial aid, and falsely providing medical care and education, but making many patients and laborers disappear for nothing Without a trace... People who do dirty work often feel that everyone is as dirty as him. Capin's forces have hated the Pilgrim Sect for a long time, and of course they are happy to hear these words that are not true but pleasant enough. So far, both sides trust has reached its peak.

The leader laughed from ear to ear. Sure enough, the real cult members are the fellows. The seemingly noble people of the Ernst Foundation may be so dirty.A younger brother came forward and whispered a few words in his ear. The leader knew that the goods and funds had arrived, so he behaved more generously.He took out a note from his younger brother's pocket, and generously pushed it in front of Mr. Z.

"The gift of 1000 pounds for your meeting, please be careful."

Mr. Z readily accepted.After a few seconds of silence, he smiled and said softly, "Can't you see? A girl is strangling your neck. The smell of blood is too strong. How many people have you killed here?"

The leader's face suddenly turned pale. He vaguely knew about the Extraordinary world, but he was not an Extraordinary. As soon as Mr. Z finished speaking, he immediately felt short of breath.He hurriedly recited the honorable name of the god he believed in silently in his heart. When he was panicked, he noticed the meaningful smile on Mr. Z's face.The leader immediately understood, and the color of blood appeared on his face again.He quickly took out all the valuables on his body, and dictated an anonymous account and password, which added up to another thousand pounds.

Mr. Z took all the orders, and his expression looked a lot better.

The leader's mind immediately settled down, the money was not his anyway, so if he didn't feel bad, he was afraid that Mr. Z would not accept it.Then, he showed an ambiguous smile, and deliberately lowered his voice: "Master Z, these are all careful considerations, and there are bigger and more presents behind, please move to the third floor."

Mr. Renjing Mr. Z immediately understood what the other party meant, and followed him up to the third floor with great anticipation, and opened the door, only to see dozens of young and delicate girls in different dresses inside. Mr. Z's smile became perfunctory again, unexpectedly it was not the real money and valuables he wanted, but vulgar human trafficking.The biggest one can't seem to reach his shoulders, and the pieces of cloth on all the people's bodies can't make up two coats together, and everyone is shivering.

The attendants behind him were all silent, as if they were dead.

The leader's face was full of complacency, and his eyes were full of envy. Mr. Z forced a smile to hang on his face, and turned to look at him: "Is there any more?"

The leader froze for a moment: "Ah? Master Z, these are all our sincerity, as long as we keep cooperating, in the future..."

"That is no more."

Mr. Z breathed a sigh of relief.

Crash!The small building turned into a sea of ​​flesh and blood in an instant, the boss was the first to be swallowed, and was completely dissolved without even making a sound.The sea of ​​blood whizzed down the steps and even the gaps in the walls, eating up all the dozens of younger brothers who were waiting downstairs in an instant.All of them held on for about eight seconds, screamed twice, and no one escaped.

"What a waste of time." Mr. Z lit a cigarette for himself, and the waiter closest behind him took off his hood, revealing a calm and resolute face covered with large scars.

"Miss Maria!"

"Sister Maria! Sister Maria is here to save us!"

The girls who were so terrified that they almost passed out saw her, and immediately seemed to have regained their backbone. The dozen or so girls ignored Mr. Z who had killed more than 20 people in the blink of an eye, and all rushed towards her.The girls, at most at least 12 years old, squeezed Mr. Z into the corner, rushed to get to Maria, hugged her arms and wept heartbreakingly together, crying wildly about the torture they had suffered and how they couldn't last. The current companion, and the friend who no longer knows where they were sent.

Maria comforted them, her heart was bleeding.She took off her cloak, coat, and her own sweater, leaving only a white shirt, and spread them over her girls.Damn Kapin, damn human traffickers, for letting these kids dress so thinly in the cold weather of October!
After a few minutes, Mr. Z squeezed his way back to Maria. He raised his voice an octave, which was enough to drown out the girls' cries.

"You take them downstairs first! Don't crowd here!" he said. "I'll ask the others to bring some clothes and food."

"Okay!" Maria took the time to answer him, helped up the girls who were about to faint from crying, and led them down the stairs.

Mr. Z asked a waiter to leave through the secret passage, and went to a nearby stronghold to ask for some supplies to settle these girls.

He took out accounts and contracts worth 10000 pounds from the inner pocket of the windbreaker, looked and looked, touched and touched.Thinking of the meritorious service, thinking of the outstanding employees of this month, thinking that I will definitely be able to overwhelm A this time——A!Hard work takes brains too!Even if you stay in the poorhouse 007 for half a month, can it compare to the [-] pounds I donated to the Aurora Society? ——Mr. Z had a smile on his face, and it took a long time before he reluctantly put it away close to his body.

TBC
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Mr. Z: Unexpectedly, I am now a partner of justice!
As for the chapter titles, I really can't make them up! ! (*﹃｀*)
Why, because my article is not a single protagonist, but multi-line parallel, each chapter has several subsections, it is difficult to use a title to describe what is written in this chapter.So after listening to the suggestion, I decided to add a title to the important time point for easy search... Clang clang clang clang!Please look!

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