"Where shall we go next?"

"The Explosives and Firearms Control Section of the Konya Police Department, traces may be found there."

"Okay, let's go find the headquarters' carriage."

Emma couldn't help but drag Annick to the stables of the city defense army headquarters. Inside were all brown carriages. On the doors were the crossed swords and rose crown symbols that symbolized the royal army.

"Miss Emma, ​​where are you going?" The coachman was very familiar with this maverick young lady, and he didn't even care that neither of them were officers.

"Gonya District Police Station."

Arriving at the familiar three-story red office building, today’s reception was still Miss Susan.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Susan, is the director here today?"

"Here, are you? Sheriff Annick?" Miss Susan asked tiredly.

"Yes, ma'am, you finally remembered me. By the way, where is the Firearms and Explosives Control Division?"

"On the basement floor, just go down the stairs and go to the far left."

"Thank you Ms. Susan."

"You are welcome."

"You go to the Firearms and Explosives Control Division and ask for the sales records of Type A explosives in the past month, which is an explosive mixed with glyceryl trinitrate and diatomaceous earth."

Emma was stunned and asked: "Aren't you going?"

Annick pointed upstairs, "I'm still suspended. I have some personal matters to go to the director."

"Dong dong dong." Annick knocked on the door of the director's office.

"Please come in."

Opening the door, Director Ron was wrapping a small bag of ice cubes in cotton cloth and placing it on his cheek.

"Good morning Director Ron, what's wrong with you?"

"Who do I think you are, the best guy in Gonia District? I haven't seen you for a few days, and my toothache is so bad that my face is swollen."

Director Ron took away the ice cube and exposed his right red and swollen cheek. It looked like a cooked red duck. Annick poked it with his finger.

"It hurts, be gentle."

"It doesn't look like I'm just pretending. Oh, I've been good lately and learned to go fishing." He acted like a primary school student.

"Really? Why are you coming to see me this time? You will go back to work in a few days anyway." Director Ron obviously didn't believe that his junior brother was so kind.

"I was dragged here by General Granger's daughter Emma. I'm looking for you today mainly for personal matters."

The word Emma was like a fuse that triggered a landmine, and Director Ron jumped up.

"Serial bomb case? Don't worry about it anymore. It's hard to find a fool this time. Oh, it was an enthusiastic person who took over all the tasks."

"Don't worry, I'll just give you some analysis. I won't be involved in the scene or the arrest process." Annick said that he would only play a foreign aid role at most.

"Why do you want to stir up this muddy water? There is no reward for solving the case. If you fail, you will be held accountable at best, or you will be blown up by a bomb at worst. Could it be?"

Director Ron looked at this young boy up and down. He was not too ugly, he was smart, and most importantly, his ability to get things done was much better than the tomboy from the Granger family.

"Do you believe me when I say I was blackmailed? This time I asked the senior to help me sign my name." Annick decisively cleared the relationship.

"What kind of signature? If you reimburse me, the quota in the bureau will not be much this month."

"Aren't my two sisters going to study? Mr. Russell said that there is a bursary for Princess Elizabeth. In addition to his signature, it also needs the signature of outstanding graduates."

Annick specially emphasized the word "excellent" and his tone was one level higher.

"Hey, my signature is fine too. Your two sisters are much more well-behaved than you." Director Ron seemed to agree.

"Then old senior, are you okay with this?"

"There's a problem. You promise me not to cause trouble until your two younger sisters enter school." Director Ron thought quickly and did not act like an outstanding graduate and deceived him.

"It wasn't me who caused trouble this time. If General Granger forced me, I would still be fishing in Lake Kaa."

Director Ron perked up when he heard fishing. "Let me tell you, at Eggsburg University back then, I was the one known as the Fishing Prince."

Come on, here comes another fishing prince.

After hearing about the director's feats of catching tuna in fresh water and chasing a great white shark for three days and three nights, Annick finally left the director.

"Here, I got it through hard work in the Firearms and Explosives Management Section." Emma handed over a piece of paper at the reception desk on the first floor, and Annick took a quick look at it.

"Basically all the explosives on the market have been distributed to several mining companies and the military factories in the north of the city. Excluding the black market, the criminals are most likely to be the blasting technicians of these mining companies." Annick came to his own conclusion.

"Why aren't you from the military factory?" Emma asked a very stupid question.

"First, the people in the military factory are treated well enough to avoid doing such things. Second, they have strict body searches when entering and exiting. It is a bit difficult to get type A explosives."

The scope has been reduced a lot, but there is still one thing we haven't confirmed yet, which is the underlying network.

"Go home and change into casual clothes. Come see me tomorrow morning." Annick looked at the time and saw that it was already noon.

"Civil clothes? What do you want to do? I'm sorry, I already have someone I like. I can only be sorry for your thoughts." Emma retreated to the door at the speed of light, looking like she was about to run away.

"We will go to the black market tomorrow. Although there is a tacit understanding between the above-ground and underground people, if you go to someone else's place wearing a black police uniform, you will scare everyone away even if you don't eat a few rounds. 45, how can there be any investigation?

significance."

After finishing speaking, Annick sighed, how sad it is to be unrequitedly in love with this woman with a broken head.

"Is that so? There are a lot of things in the black market that you can't see on the market, such as horned zebras or exotic oriental beauties. Did your Wu Feng get them there too?"

Emma's eyes were filled with stars, and she looked like she was going to the black market right now to clear out her stuff.

"First of all, most of the black market is ordinary foreign goods that have not paid taxes, or a few contraband items. Secondly, the knife on my waist has a name, and it is not called Wufeng. You can find this thing on the black market with you on the side of the road.

The probability of picking up a cannon is about the same."

"So expensive? I didn't expect it. It turns out that you are a well-hidden rich man. You only live in the port to be close to work." Emma said with a look that I understand.

"I live where I live just because the rent is cheap. You can also find a single-family villa for 5 pounds a month there." After finishing speaking, Annick looked at the table.

"It's getting late. You should go back and have lunch."

"You? You have plans for lunch." Emma asked back.

"I'm waiting for the chief to come down and have a meal with him." Annick didn't forget the last time the captain brought him to have a meal.

"Do you want to eat? Speaking of which, I haven't eaten in the canteen here, so I want to stay."

At noon, Director Ron walked down holding his swollen cheek.
Chapter completed!