Chapter 43: Pulling silk and peeling cocoons

Wang Chaozong drove over about an hour after Wang Yue was assassinated. Although he was a policeman, the case on the old house was not under his jurisdiction. If Wang Yue had not called him after thinking about it for a while, he was afraid he would not have known that the case would have something to do with his son.

In fact, when he first heard Wang Yue say on the phone that he was shot black, Wang Chaozong immediately thought of the same direction as Wang Yue's inference, and then he became completely angry.

"You'd better go home with me to live. I'm not at ease with you here! Fortunately, nothing happened this time." Wang Chaozong arrived at the scene of the incident as soon as possible, handled some traces left by Wang Yue, and immediately mobilized his relationships and personnel in the police station to deal with the case of the Salon in his hands.

At the same time, he wrote a detailed report on the investigation results of this matter overnight, and passed it to the Governor's Office through special channels, requesting to increase the intensity of case handling, and requesting that the Salon-Jasb, far away in Kandahar City, be issued an official wanted order.

"It probably won't be any effect. After all, I have no evidence to prove that these two people were sent by Sharon. If he could really be wanted, the Wildfire Bar would have been wanted long ago." Wang Yue was a little dissatisfied with Wang Chaozong's actions: "But then again, in theory, the Wildfire incident is still a headless case. Even if the Governor said it, it would be impossible to investigate the Salon completely. Isn't it that there are big people on him who are also protected? The last time he kidnapped An Qier, he had already broken a group of people in. If he didn't want to make things worse, he should know how to restrain himself. Why dare to attack me at this time?"

"You don't know some things yet. Of course, Sharon Jasper didn't have the courage to send his own people directly. His behavior was just a test of me. If he succeeded, it would be best, otherwise he would have to hide more secretly. But what if the person who came was not his own?"

"Salon is a man who is as timid as a mouse but as cunning as a fox. The reason why it became a climate in Yorkshire is because someone wants to use him, and the other is his vengeful personality. It has been so many days since the wildfire incident, and it is time for him to find you with his means."

While talking, Wang Chaozong paused, and he picked up a file bag from the sofa, pulled out a few photos from it, and threw them on the coffee table with a snap. Wang Yue picked them up and looked at them, and found that there were seven or eight photos, including men and women, and they were not old.

He slowly looked at the photos one by one in front of him. Wang Yue suddenly stopped and pointed a young girl on it with his finger, "Have you found her so soon? Or have your police station had her files long ago?" The girl was petite, with short burgundy hair, breasts and slender waists. She was the female killer who shot him black last night.

Wang Chaozong looked at Wang Yue pointing out this photo and immediately lit a cigarette and took a deep breath: "Since you recognize it, that's right. This woman is called Yekalina. She looks very young this year. In fact, she is already thirty-seven years old. When she was young, she worked as an intelligence agent in the Republic of Ethiopia for a period of time. Later, the Armenian civil war split and a large number of people fled. She joined an organization called "Silver Hand" and changed her career to become a killer. Unexpectedly, she died under your hands."

"It's very troublesome?" Wang Yue frowned after looking at Wang Chaozong's appearance.

"It's very troublesome!" Wang Chaozong nodded: "Although the Silver Hand has not been established for a long time, it is a genuine multinational organization. It has branches in many countries and regions. Their business involves all aspects. The killer is just a means for them to eliminate dissidents, and occasionally they will take over business from the outside world. It is estimated that this time, it was Sharon who asked them to find them. According to their rules, if they fail to do so, there will definitely be another next time. If the person dies, there will be more assassination."

"That's quite troublesome!" Wang Yue was not surprised when he heard this. The killer is the same no matter which world he is in. Although there are many rules for his life to exchange for his own money, the most important point is "money". Getting into such a person is like being covered with a dog skin plaster and he can't even get rid of it.

However, although Wang Yue felt troublesome, he was not afraid. After all, the killer was human, and he relied on his ability to kill. Wang Yue had the sword weapon, Qinglian in his hand, and could sense danger at any time. Even if someone shot his black gun behind his back, with his ability, the possibility of the other party succeeding after being prepared is slim.

"Although the Silver Hand is a little troublesome, you don't have to worry too much." Wang Chaozong spat out a sip of cigarettes: "I will send someone to Kandahar City in the next few days, and the Governor's Office will continue to put pressure on it. As long as the salon is over, the Silver Hand will not receive the money, and naturally give up this order."

"What's more, you have now become a formal student of the Iron Crusader. With the giant Iron Crusader as a backer, as long as you are willing to apply for personal protection from the club, the Silver Hand has to retreat."

Perhaps the police have been invisibly bound by a system after working for a long time, or they do not want Wang Yue to take risks again. In terms of the safety of their children, Wang Chaozong has always been very passive, and is not as cruel and decisive as he was in the abandoned factory at all.

Therefore, although Wang Yue wanted to ask him where the salon was now, after thinking about it, he did not mean to ask again.

Instead of opening a gap from the Wang Chaozong, he might as well think of a way. Putting his hope on the fall of the Sharon is simply a self-deception idea. According to Wang Yue's own logic, the killer who wants the Silver Hand to give up assassinating himself, in fact, the easiest way is to find the Sharon to kill him. Then, the Silver Hand cannot get the money, so of course he will not attack him again.

As for what Wang Chaozong said, Wang Yue was not tempted to ask the club for personal protection. There are gains and losses in this world. Although he is already a formal student of the Iron Crusader, there are so many formal students. The club has limited resources, and the treatment of each student is based on "whether it is worth investing." At this time, he rashly makes the club look down on its own value even more.

"And I have found someone to show you the thing you showed me. Although it's a bit old, it's not a good thing. It's just a souvenir distributed by the "Harpist Guild" in Kandahar City. However, yours is made of silver. Only a few people are qualified to wear it in the Harpist Guild. Where did you get it?"

Seeing that the atmosphere of the conversation between the two suddenly became a little heavy, Wang Chaozong hurriedly changed the topic and talked about the harp-shaped brooch that Wang Yue had shown him before.

"Oh? Harpists Guild? I seem to have heard of it before. It seems that it was an organization established by some sailors in Kandahar City a long time ago. It was introduced in history books, but wasn't it forcibly disbanded by the government during the Second Revolution?"

Wang Yue was stunned for a moment, and his past memories quickly flipped through his mind.

"Although it has been disbanded, the sailors have not disbanded! The city of Kandahar has now become one of the largest seaports in the north. Hundreds of thousands of seafarers gather there every year. Many chambers of commerce set up branches at the docks. When there are more people, there will naturally be an organization. It happened that the foundation of the Harpist Guild was there. Someone took the lead in setting up an overseas business association, and built a building on the former site of the Harpist Guild, which implemented a membership system, and the sign was the harp brooch of your shape."

"So that's how it is!" Wang Yue's heart suddenly moved, and a smile suddenly flashed across the corner of his mouth.
Chapter completed!