"Impossible. If the king wants to form an organization himself, why bother to make it underground? The Bruguet royal family still has a certain amount of power. At least part of the military power is firmly in their hands, although they don't have the confidence to overturn the table."

Annick rejected his idea and suddenly thought of it again.

"If it is not possible for His Majesty the King, then it may not be possible for other members of the royal family. After all, there is only one throne, and there are two major national religions looking after it. As a king, he certainly cannot and does not dare to set up an underground evil organization. Other members of the royal family, such as a wealthy

An ambitious prince or grand duke or something like that."

Annick added hearts, spades, grass flowers and diamonds to the row of cross roses, and then wrote the two pieces of information he now knew.

Chedika Reddy, former arms dealer, 2 of diamonds, mortal, deceased, died in a murder by a former enemy.

Harvey Walder, former assassin, 4 of diamonds, low-level transcendent, deceased, died of internal processing of Cross Rose.

5 of spades, unknown name, mid-level transcendent (at least), good at hypnosis.

Hearts, spades, grass flowers, king of diamonds, core politicians of the kingdom or super bankers or powerful generals.

Big and small kings? Not sure if they exist.

"If there are big and small kings, the angel level is not enough. Unless it is a certain righteous god or evil god? Or a sleeping ancient god, or a dragon clan hiding in the star world?"

Annick felt that the power in the general sense was not enough to control such a large organization. Either there was a strong enough individual power, or there was a very powerful race behind it.

"It's definitely not a vampire. If they are so powerful, they wouldn't put Spencer in the Special Operations Division."

After a little hacking at this dead man, Annick decided to think of a countermeasure.

"It is impossible to surrender yourself. Visitors from another world, let's not say whether they will believe it or not. If they don't believe it, they will send me to a mental hospital. I will not learn to kill gods or cultivate immortals. In a mental hospital

There is no place for me to come into play.”

"Secondly, even if they believe my words, there may be seven or eight twenty-five-year-olds in Bruge's bureaucracy. Originally, I only had two people who knew that I was a traveler from another world. They reported it themselves. I'm afraid it's not Cross Rose.

The senior management of the company knew it faster than the black shadow."

Denying the option of surrendering, Annick originally wanted to consult the captain or Spencer for their personal opinions. They were both senior extraordinary beings, but the words of the 5 of Spades just now still echoed in his ears.

"There are only three things in this world that cannot be looked at directly. One is the sun at noon, the other is the mythical state of the true God, and the third is the human heart."

It's really distressing. It's about his own life, and Annick doesn't dare to gamble anymore.

"The most trusted person in the world can't speak."

When it comes to the people he trusts most in the world, the only people he trusts most are his family, but Annick can't speak to Irena.

"Your brother is dead. I am an earthling from another world. Now I have inherited part of his memory, so we are still a family that loves each other, my lovely sisters."

Annick imagined such a scene in his mind. Irina probably thought he was joking. After Irina mocked him with her vicious tongue, she would probably roll her eyes and say that her lying skills were not good.

"But if I prove to them that I am really from Earth, they will probably be sad."

Annick suddenly felt a little sad when he thought of this.

"If I die here, someone will be sad. The only person who will be sad is Annick. Who cares about who Jiang Yangshuo is?"

"Pah, pah, pah!" I slapped myself three times. Now was not the time to be depressed. It was more important to save my life.

"You have to rely on yourself."

Annick took out his extra-large revolver and opened the magazine.

"One pill, two pills."

Put two ordinary brass bullets in it, and then there are the magic-breaking bullets.

Annick looked at the silver bullet in his hand. He hadn't noticed before that what looked like a delicate pattern on the bullet's head turned out to be not decoration.

I found a magnifying glass and sure enough, there were runes engraved on them all.

"Tsk, I forgot to bring the book Spencer gave me."

Because I haven't mastered the level of releasing magic power yet, what's the name of that book? Yes. "Introduction to Making Extraordinary Items to Burial", it seems to be called this, and I used it to pad the corner of my desk some time ago.

He couldn't understand the runes engraved on the bullet, but Annick knew that this thing actually wounded a spirit person.

"If you come to arrest me or want to kill me, you won't have to pay the price."

I don’t know if there is still a flat-headed brother in this world. I understand the fear and despair and now that I have looked away, Annick’s mentality is that of a flat-headed brother.

"By the way, there's this thing. Spencer gave it to me last time, but I haven't used it yet."

Annick found a few flashing runes given by Spencer and modified them with the color-changing glasses. It would be no problem to deceive people. After all, as long as they are not demigods or extraordinary people with such special abilities, the biggest source of information from the outside world is still

Eye.

When the time comes, use a bunch of these to blind his dog eyes, and then shoot him five more times.

After thinking about it, Annick found three magic-breaking bullets and pressed them into the cylinder. He left one empty. After all, the revolver did not have a safety. If it was accidentally triggered, it would result in death or serious injury.

After placing the empty bullet position of the bullet chamber towards the hammer position, Annick closed it without buckling the holster on his waist, ready to draw the gun quickly at any time.

Armor? It seems that for extraordinary people, ordinary armor is of no use. Even if you are covered with plate armor, without being an extraordinary person, others can hit them with a rifle. Or do you still have to rely on the hymn of life and the streaking structure of the armor to carry it?

After giving up the idea of ​​finding an iron plate to stuff in his stomach, Annick felt that even if he was beaten to death, at least one of his teeth would be knocked out.

"Mr. Annick, have you recovered a bit?"

Little Bell asked curiously when he saw that Annick was not taking out things, but was writing and drawing, and was putting pistol bullets into the gun.

"Oh, I had a heart problem, but it's gone now. By the way, I think you should go to the captain to apply for a pistol soon. After all, it's approaching All Saints' Day, and I'm afraid I'll run into someone who might take the opportunity to cause trouble."

"Oh, it turns out that Mr. Annick loaded the bullet for this reason. I thought you were going to cause trouble again, but no, you were going to encounter something."

Little Bell, realizing that he had spoken his true words, quickly changed his words.

"Ah, if I don't cause trouble, I'm afraid that trouble will come to me. By the way, do you still have the address of your uncle Old Betsy? He hasn't sent greetings for a long time after he moved to Luke's Kingdom across the sea."

"Yes, I will write to you."

Only then did Annick realize that he was going to die this time. His parents must have received compensation from the government, and the only debt they owed was little Cole's sister, Barbara.

After picking up a pen and writing a letter to Old Betsey, and after a few brief exchanges of greetings, Annick counted from his wallet and found a total of ten ten-pound notes.

"Thankfully I took some money when I came to work this morning, otherwise it wouldn't be enough."
Chapter completed!