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

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

"If the sadness and hesitation shown in the real world is acting, then why does she appear in your dream?..."

"You're broken and need fixing."

153

After giving the "Master of Magic" potion formula obtained from the autobiography of the descendant of Abraham to Miss "Magician", Klein had a good sleep because there was more reward 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 involved in the reward had already arrived one after another. After passing through the living room and entering the previous living room, Klein saw Kaslana and Stuart, two familiar detectives, and sat next to the latter.

"Sherlock, how much bounty do you think we will get this time? It should not be less than protecting Adol. Of course, I don't do much work, and the amount I can get is limited. Emperor Russell said, one point If you work hard, you will reap something." Stuart clenched his fist and touched the beard that touched his chin.

Klein guessed with great interest: "It may be a few hundred pounds more, and it won't be less than 10 pounds."

And I am the one with more... If Essinger is as credible as he describes himself. Klein added in his mind.

Not long after, Essinger, who had gray temples and a face so thin that he had clear outlines, was wearing a white shirt and a brown vest, holding his signature pipe, and entered the living room where the fireplace was burning, and sat down on the easy chair that belonged to him. Smiling: "Ladies and gentlemen. I just came back from the Backlund Police Department. They recognized our contribution and believed that we provided vital help in solving the case. Although we did not participate in the subsequent round-up, We can still get half of the reward.”

"In other words, we will divide 1,000 pounds in cash!"

"This is also a pretty generous bounty in Backlund. A single detective would have to sleep on the streets for four or five years to earn it."

The atmosphere in the living room suddenly became relaxed, and the anticipation for one's own bounty was everywhere. Even Klein is no exception. He is guessing how much Essinger will give him.

At least a hundred pounds? He whispered silently.

Essinger took a puff of his pipe, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with satisfaction: "Thank you everyone for trusting me. I will make the allocation now."

"The person who made the biggest contribution this time was Detective Sherlock Moriarty. He provided several ideas and ideas that helped us find clues and get us on the right track. He is a veritable reasoning expert!"

"Ms. Kaslana can confirm this. I still have several letters written by Detective Moriarty here. Anyone who questions can take a look."

It's very fair. He was not listed as the biggest contributor... Klein was immediately impressed by the great detective.

After dividing the bounty, the detectives left one after another, and Klein even received the highest treatment delivered to the door by Detective Essinger.

Essinger held the pipe, coughed twice and said: "There are still some doubts about the serial murder case that have not been investigated clearly. Maybe there is a more vicious guy hidden behind the murderer. You must be careful recently and don't publicize yourself. Played an important role in this case.”

It seems that the official Beyonders also suspect that the giant demon dog has an owner, and there is no need for me to make any further insinuations... Klein felt more relaxed: "I know, I also have speculations in this regard."

"Mr. Stanton, you also have to be careful. You are the convener of the party and the main partner of the police."

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

"Sherlock, I forgot to tell you just now. I recently took on a very well-paid person-finding mission. Please mobilize your resources and help me pay attention. If I can find it, I will not miss your share."

"Okay, no problem." Klein replied nonchalantly.

Stuart handed over the piece of paper in his hand and said: "This is this person. He has been missing for nearly two weeks. Because he is related to disorderly matters or some 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 slicked back and a serious look. He was about 27 or 28 years old, and his appearance was delicate and handsome, but his eyebrows There is undisguised arrogance, with a high nose and thin lips.

"By the way, his name is..." Stuart thought about it and said, "Emlyn White."

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

154

Backlund, outside the Eastern District.

In an ordinary house on the west side, a ferocious gang leader was directing his younger brother: "Quick, quick, clean this place!"

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

A dozen boys crowded into the more than 40-square-meter living room, washing and wiping. They were so busy that the residual limbs and blood stains on the ground disappeared little by little. The gang leader finally breathed a sigh of relief. He blamed his subordinates for working too slowly. It took him so long to carry a few goods. As a result, he wandered around the streets and happened to see a beautiful girl... Fortunately, it was cleaned up now. Is he okay? It was easy to get this order from the superiors. We must win it and we can't let the special envoy of the Aurora Society be dissatisfied at all!

After a while, the people from the Aurora Society arrived.

The leader was a tall, strong man, but he was wearing a dark cloak in broad daylight, with half of his face exposed under the cloak. Behind him were several people who were also wrapped up so tightly that even their faces could not be seen clearly.

The boy at the door quickly 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 and almost black eyes, which flash shrewd light from time to time, and there is deep malice hidden deep in them. There is no strange behavior or behavior. He does not look like a crazy cultist, but looks like a veteran from the government.

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

He came over and wanted to shake hands, but the divine messenger remained motionless and showed no sign. The leader did not feel embarrassed at all, and bent over to guide Mr. Z. At the moment when they passed each other, Mr. Z felt that his pocket had a slight extra weight, and there were two gold pounds stuffed in it. 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 drug business, to negotiate a deal with me?" Mr. Z's smile was a bit perfunctory, "It smells of blood, what happened here? ?”

The leader smiled flatteringly: "Actually, it's nothing. A thief without eyes broke in, so I took care of him..."

Mr. Z and a follower behind him looked at each other without any reaction. He nodded and took the initiative to sit upstairs.

When the meeting began, Mr. Z, who was skilled in all kinds of foreign affairs, quickly started chatting with the other party. After only about ten minutes, the leader was already convinced by Mr. Z, smiling from ear to ear, and every muscle on his face tried his best to show respect, as if he had found his biological father.

Then, the formal negotiation of the deal begins.

The intentions of both parties have been confirmed before coming back, and only the issue of benefit distribution remains. After a round of friendly and harmonious negotiations, Mr. Z gave up and gave up part of his interests, which seemed to give Mr. Capin and his official patrons face. The leader also knew not to push too hard and boldly gave a portion of the commission to Mr. Z. After all, when it came to drug possession and these black transactions, no organization or individual could compare to the Aurora Society, which had rich experience and extensive connections. He has to ensure that his channels will not be too much affected by other peers, and the benefits he pays are necessary, and he can earn them back tenfold or a hundredfold in the future.

Mr. Z readily accepted that true cooperation would only be considered true if they took black money together, otherwise it would arouse the other party's suspicion and lack of integrity.

In the end, Kasifang expressed his willingness to invest 8,000 pounds and a 7% share, and obtained Mr. Z’s umbrella authority in the Eastern District for the next three years.

And Mr. Z promised to help the Ka Square Pilgrimage Sect and its leader Maria, and all underground exchanges, docks, black interest chains and checkpoints in the entire East District of Backlund would give them the green light.

At the end, Mr. Z also took the initiative to reveal some dirty things within the Ernst Foundation, such as specially adopting poor and helpless children in exchange for so-called financial aid, pretending to provide medical care and education, but causing many patients and labor forces to disappear without help. Without a trace... People who do dirty work often feel that everyone is as dirty as him. Kapin's forces have hated the Pilgrim Sect for a long time, and of course they are willing to listen to him say these words that are not true or false but are pleasant enough. At this point, both parties have trust has reached its peak.

The leader was grinning from ear to ear. Sure enough, the real cultists were the ones with the same ideals. The seemingly noble people of the Ernst Foundation might be really dirty. A younger brother came up and whispered a few words. The leader knew that the goods and funds had arrived, so he acted more generously. He took out a note from his younger brother's pocket and generously pushed it in front of Mr. Z.

"This is a 1,000-pound meeting gift for you. Please be careful."

Mr. Z readily accepted. After a few seconds of silence, he smiled and spoke softly: "Can't you see? There is a girl 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 person. As soon as Mr. Z finished speaking, he immediately felt short of breath. He quickly recited the name of the god he believed in silently in his heart. When he was panicking, he noticed the meaningful smile on Mr. Z's face. The leader understood immediately, and the color returned to his face. 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 accepted the order and his expression looked much better.

The leader immediately felt at ease. The money didn't belong to him anyway, so he didn't feel bad. He was just afraid that Mr. Z wouldn't accept it. Then, he showed an ambiguous smile and deliberately lowered his voice: "Mr. Z, these are just small gifts. There are bigger and more gifts behind. Please move to the third floor."

Mr. Z, the human spirit, immediately understood what the other party meant and followed him up to the third floor with great anticipation. When he opened the door, he saw dozens of young and delicate girls dressed in different styles inside. Mr. Z's smile became perfunctory again. It turned out that it was not the real money and valuables he wanted, but vulgar human trafficking. The largest one didn't even reach his shoulders. The total pieces of cloth on everyone's body didn't know if they could fit into two coats, and everyone was shivering.

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

The leader's face was full of pride, and his eyes were filled with envy. Mr. Z reluctantly put a smile on his face and turned to look at him: "Is there more?"

The leader was stunned for a moment: "Huh? Master Z, this is all our sincerity. As long as we maintain cooperation, in the future..."

"Then there is none."

Mr. Z breathed a sigh of relief.

Wow! The small building instantly turned into a sea of ​​flesh and blood, and the leader was the first to be swallowed up. He was completely dissolved without even making a sound. The sea of ​​​​blood whizzed down the steps and even the gaps in the wall, and in the blink of an eye, it swallowed up all the dozens of boys waiting downstairs. They all lasted for about eight seconds in total and screamed twice in total, but no one escaped.

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

"Miss Maria!"

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

The girls, who were so frightened that they almost fainted, immediately seemed to have found their backbone when they saw her. More than a dozen girls rushed over, regardless of Mr. Z, who had killed more than twenty people in the blink of an eye. The girls, who were at most 18 and at least 12 years old, pushed Mr. Z into a corner and rushed to Maria's side. They held her arms and burst into tears, crying profusely about the torture they had suffered. Companions who couldn't survive until now, and friends who were sent to who knows where.

Maria comforted them, her heart bleeding. She took off her cloak, coat, and her own sweater, leaving only a white blouse, and draped them over her girls. Damn Kaping, damn human traffickers, for letting these children wear such thin clothes in the cold weather in October!

After a few minutes, Mr. Z tried his best to squeeze back to Maria. He raised his voice an octave and was able to suppress the cries of the girls.

"You take them downstairs first! Don't crowd here!" he said, "I'll ask 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 took them down the stairs.

Mr. Z asked a waiter to leave through the secret passage and go to a nearby stronghold to get some supplies to settle the girls.

He took out accounts and contracts worth 10,000 pounds from the inner pocket of his windbreaker, looked at them again, and touched them again and again. Thinking of meritorious service, thinking of outstanding employees this month, thinking that I will definitely be able to beat A this time - A! Working hard also requires brains! Even if you stay in the workhouse 007 for half a month, can you compare with the 10,000 pounds I contributed to the Aurora Society? ——Mr. Z’s face blossomed with a smile, and he reluctantly put it away after a long time.

TBC

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Mr. Z: Unexpectedly, I am now a partner of justice!

Regarding the chapter titles, I really can’t make them up! ! (*﹃｀*)

Why? Because my article does not have a single protagonist, but multiple parallel lines. 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 suggestions, I decided to add a title to the important time points for easy search... Clang Clang Clang Clang! Please take a look!