Chapter 1246 A business (seeking a monthly ticket)
Karl Homan sat up straight, his eyes flashing with cold light, looking at the businessmen coldly like a vicious wolf, and said in a deep voice: "You profiteers, I am not here to bargain with you this time.
Your ability to charge high prices and pay back the money is of no use here~!
So, put away your fake, pitiful faces~!"
He pointed at the top of his head, and then continued: "This time I am following the personal orders of the Prime Minister. Behind him, there is also the great High Priest of the Undead.
So, no matter what the situation is, no matter how hard Brad struggles, in the end we are bound to win and take over Caribbean City."
Hearing the name of the 'High Priest', several businessmen couldn't help but shudder, and they all saw the uneasiness on each other's faces.
To them, the high priest is a god-like existence~!
In front of him, there may be heroes like Lorraine who stand up with their swords and resist bravely, but they will definitely not be ordinary civilians like them with only five combat abilities.
The fear of the high priest has been deeply rooted in their hearts.
The residents living in this land were so fearful of the high priest that they would tremble in fear even just hearing his name.
When Karl Homann saw their ugly appearance, he couldn't help but cursed in his heart: These untouchables~!
Then he continued: "When the soldiers enter the city, in order to strictly enforce law and order, everything will be under military control.
All the property of profiteers like you who are unkind to get rich will be confiscated."
"Confiscated...confiscated..." Someone couldn't help but exclaimed in low voice.
Their faces were all pale.
These businessmen have worked hard for a lifetime, or even several lifetimes, to build up their net worth and wealth.
But now, just a fleeting word will turn everything into nothing.
They cannot accept such a result no matter what.
Karl Homan sneered and asked: "What do you think?"
Everyone couldn't help but pause.
Karl Homan raised his hand, and the tip of his index finger passed across the noses of the businessmen one by one, and said: "You think the high priest doesn't know the good things you have done?
The last time there was a storm of speculation about poisonous wolfberry, which of you dared to pat your chest and say that you were not involved? Hmm? Who dares?"
The businessmen felt discouraged for a while, and they all lowered their heads with guilty conscience, avoiding Karl Homan's sight.
Karl Homan slapped the table and said with great authority: "Do you know that this matter was instigated by the human race's spy, despicable, shameless, nasty... Lorraine?
He infiltrated into our ranks, planned to destroy our country's economy, and deliberately put the country's economy to death. This is a heinous crime that cannot be tolerated.
That is an out-and-out lackey of the human imperialists.
And you... you profiteers, when you see him doing all sorts of things, you don't fulfill your obligations as a Semitic people and try your best to stop him. Instead...
In anger, he banged the table and shouted angrily: "Instead, for the sake of his own little profit, he jumped up and down behind, adding fuel to the fire. It caused irreparable and serious consequences to the country.
loss.
Based on this alone, it’s not an exaggeration to kill you bastards a hundred times~!”
Under his furious rebuke, all the businessmen were frightened and turned pale.
In any case, the big bad guy of the human race, Lorraine, did come from them. This is an absolutely undoubted fact.
And it is also true that even Miss Fiona of Caribbean Flower was snatched away by that bad guy.
But in the hearts of everyone, there is a hint of dissatisfaction.
That Lorraine not only deceived us, he also deceived many officials of Lingshan, deceived Leishan's high-ranking officials, and even the wise and powerful high priest with piercing eyes was deceived by him.
Those big shots who usually have everything to do didn't discover his true identity in time, so how could they blame themselves?
Now they are all fine, and all the blame has been put on this little person.
Could it be that I am the legendary ‘temporary worker’ who takes the blame for the invincible?
However, the people sitting here are all veterans who have been in shopping malls for many years. They knew that if they said it, they would be scolded again, so none of them who knew what was interesting did not bring it up.
One by one, they sat on their seats, lowered their heads, and behaved like the third grandson. They said nothing.
Seeing them all bowing their heads, Karl Homan felt a lot of suffocation in his heart. Then he took a long breath, pointed at everyone, and said: "You, you, you want me to say you
What’s good?”
He is not older than any of the businessmen here, but his tone seems to be that of their elder, and he is still an elder who hates iron for not being able to become steel.
Even so, he didn't feel anything was wrong. Although the businessmen knew in their hearts that if another person had made such a noise in front of them, he would have put a sack on his head and dragged him to an alley and beaten him up.
There's no way I'm going to have to feed him a lot of poop.
These profiteers are never good people~!
But at this time, in front of the power represented by Karl Homann, they could only act obediently with their tails between their legs, and they did not dare to make a sound.
Karl Homan had been talking for so long, and his mouth was already dry. So he went up, picked up the glass of water in front of him, took a big gulp, and then changed his tone and continued: "You know, with the Prime Minister
Your Majesty's opinion is to kill all of you national traitors.
However, I think you are quite sensible and have not committed any bigger crimes. Moreover, you have also contributed to the prosperity of the Caribbean.
So I also have the purpose of saving you, so I want to take you... I only want most of your property.
Such a result was achieved through my hard work in front of his old man.
After all, you have made serious mistakes and caused damage to the national economy. If you are not punished, where is the majesty of our Semitic people?"
Having said this, he suddenly smiled and asked extremely kindly: "Do you think so?"
***, don’t be such a bully.
I took my own money and asked myself if I deserved it?
And what's even more annoying is that they can only knock out their teeth and swallow it in their stomachs.
The businessmen looked at each other with wry smiles on their faces, as if someone was pulling out their fingernails with pliers.
"It seems that you have figured it out." Karl Homann gave a long laugh. Then he stood up and said: "The night is already late, and you are all tired after thinking about it, so I won't talk to you any more. Goodbye."
Saying that, he turned around and left.
But then, he turned around and came back, looked at the businessmen, and said solemnly: "By the way, this matter must not be spread to outsiders, otherwise I will personally send troops to destroy his entire family. Do you understand?"
Under his solemn gaze, everyone looked as pale as ghosts. They all agreed in succession, then stood up and left their seats, and quickly fled the tavern.
Karl Homan looked at them coldly until their backs disappeared into the darkness, then breathed out softly and cursed in a mocking whisper: "A bunch of fools."
Yes, a bunch of fools.
Not all what he said just now was true.
For example, the Prime Minister did not ask him to seize the property of these businessmen. Instead, he was asked to maintain the stability of the Caribbean situation and appease these businessmen as much as possible.
For example, after success, he will only be one of the candidates for the Caribbean city guard, and not necessarily the new city guard...
But these things are all matters within government agencies. They are secret instructions issued by the Prime Minister to him. How could those businessmen living at the bottom know?
Therefore, through this kind of intimidation, he can easily extract the property of those businessmen. Before taking action, he must first make a big sum of money.
He had no psychological burden at all about this: the property accumulated by these profiteers through heavy profiteering should be given to the loyal Semitic warriors as a reward for their loyalty to the Semitic tribe.
Among them, Lord Karl Homann, as the most loyal warrior of the Semitic tribe, naturally takes the largest share.
Seeing him finally getting up and walking over, the girl who had been waiting for a long time hurriedly came up to him with a smile on her face.
She looked at Karl Homan and saw a proud look on his face. She couldn't help but asked curiously: "Sir, what were you talking about with those presidents just now? Why are you so happy?"
Karl Homann smiled and said mysteriously: "A business, just a business... It was late at night, the moon was setting in the west, and there were only a few stars left in the sky.
Caribbean Harbor was shrouded in gloomy darkness, and it was impossible to see even one's fingers.
It was already ten o'clock in the night, when people were asleep.
Even the Moulin Rouge, which is brightly lit day and night, has become quiet, and occasionally you can hear a few murmurs like cat meows.
Dim bright red lights shrouded the Moulin Rouge, filling this dreamy gold-selling grotto with a charming tone.
The guests had already dispersed. They were either drunk and fell unconscious on the bed, or they were spending the night happily holding the woman they had bought with money.
The bustling hall was quiet at the moment, with only tables and chairs in a mess.
Even the hotel clerk was sitting on the counter, dozing off little by little.
Although no guests will come to the house at this time, the overnight guests still have requests and they cannot rest.
Even the door of the Moulin Rouge was ajar, and the light illuminated the dark ground in front of the door.
The waiter at the door yawned boredly and cursed in a low voice, "Damn old woman, vampire~!"
The proprietress of the Moulin Rouge had to check the post several times at night. If she was caught slacking off, she would deduct a month's bonus, which was very hateful.
It's just that this guy can't stop the Sandman. Anyone who works here is not a good person. He also played all day during the day. It was already four or five o'clock in the morning. Sleepiness came over him. Although the guy tried hard to cheer up, he still fell asleep slowly.
He closed his eyelids and his head sank a little bit.
Suddenly a gust of breeze passed by him, and the man seemed to feel something. He suddenly raised his head, opened his hazy eyes and looked around.
The lobby was quiet and there was nothing.
The waiter looked at the half-open door and thought to himself: It was probably the night breeze. Then he rested his head on his hand and began to doze off again.
Behind the lobby is the guest room of the Moulin Rouge. Small dark red lanterns are hung in the corridor, illuminating everything dimly.
There seemed to be waves of strange whispers floating around, carrying some kind of magic power that could heat the man's blood.
From time to time, a woman's screams and loud laughter would be heard. Even walking here would be a kind of torture for a normal man.
Further inside is the highest-level guest room in the Moulin Rouge, which has the best decoration, the most comfortable bed, and of course the most beautiful girls.
Karl Hohmann has occupied this place for a long time and spends two or three days a week here.
After passing through the large living room and dressing room, there is a carefully decorated bedroom at the back.
A red candle placed in a glass in the corner was shining like a bean, illuminating the room dimly.
Added candles emit a special fragrance when burning, making people feel as light as being in the clouds.
There were several pieces of clothing scattered around, among which a few pieces of sexy translucent women's underwear were particularly eye-catching.
On the big rose-red bed, two naked bodies were tightly intertwined.
There was complete tranquility in the room.
Suddenly there was a chuckle of "chi".
Karl Hohmann suddenly opened his eyes and woke up from his dream.
He has always been proud of his vigilance. The strings in his mind have always been tight, and he is always alert to the disturbance around him.
And this sneer was so clear, it seemed like it was ringing in my ears.
Karl Hohmann's first reaction was to grab the dagger under the pillow. But the hand he raised quickly was suddenly stuck in the air.
No matter how hard Karl Homann shook it, his arms could move.
Karl Homann was horrified. He twisted his body and tried to jump up from the bed. He suddenly straightened his waist. As soon as he jumped up from the bed, he was pulled down by something and fell back to the mattress.
Karl Homan twisted his limbs and found that his hands and feet were tightly tied. No matter how hard he struggled, nothing came loose.
"Oops~!" Karl Homan thought to himself. He raised his neck and saw a person sitting in the shadow opposite the end of the bed.
In the dim light, only the dim outline of the man could be seen. He was putting one leg on the knee of the other, with his hands and fingers facing each other on his chest, and his dark face was facing Karl Homann.
"Shh..." The man in the dark raised his index finger, made a quiet gesture, and whispered: "You will wake the girl up, and then I will have to kill one more person. It's not worthwhile."
Karl Homan lowered his head and looked at the naked woman next to him. He had just made such a big noise, but the woman didn't notice it at all. She closed her eyes and fell asleep.
"Here, help!" Karl Hohmann suddenly shouted loudly, and at the same time he bent his knees and hit the woman hard twice. As he yelled loudly, the woman seemed to have fallen asleep and had no reaction at all.
"Come here, there's an assassin~!"
Karl Homann screamed repeatedly, calling for help with all his strength, while horrifiedly observing the actions of the man in black opposite him.
The other party can kill him with just one strike.
Contrary to his expectation, the man in black remained indifferent while he was yelling. On the contrary, he was like an audience, enjoying his performance with great interest.
After yelling hysterically for a moment, Karl Homan found that there was no response at all from the outside. It was obviously not working.
Finally, he closed his mouth and looked coldly at the man in black opposite him.
"Haha..." The person opposite gave a mocking chuckle and said, "You scream, even if your throat is broken, no one will come to save you."
After saying that, the man in black smacked his lips and murmured: "This sentence feels weird. Forget it.
The location of your room is good and the sound insulation effect is very good.
Don’t count on this woman either. We generally don’t kill women, so I just added some ingredients to her, and she won’t wake up even if you beat the drum in her ear.”
Karl Homann's heart sank, and he showed a desperate expression, filled with regret: Why did he choose this luxurious suite?
The other person was talking about us, not me. He obviously came prepared, and it wasn't just the person in front of him.
"Who are you? What do you want to do?" Carl Hohmann asked in a deep voice.
The man in black snapped his fingers and said enthusiastically: "This is a good question. Who are you? What do you want to do?"
"Me? I'm a businessman. I'm here to do business. Do you want money? I'll give it to you." Karl Homan said anxiously.
The man in black curled his lips and said disdainfully: "I have to say, your acting skills are really bad, Mr. Carl Homan. If you don't want to tell me, why don't I tell you.
Carl Homan, a native of Hogantin, grew up in Arkaderin. He entered the Westerpen Military Academy at the age of sixteen, and at the age of nineteen he entered the Ninth Army Corps of the Arkadelin Region as a trainee second lieutenant. He has accumulated meritorious service and reached the rank of colonel. He should now be
Is he a colonel?
I have to say, it would be nice to have an uncle who is a personal soldier for the Prime Minister, alas..."
The man in black shook his head and sighed, saying: "My father is just a fisherman, so you see, I was born to work hard. I can only watch helplessly when others play with girls. It's such a miserable life. ***, just go back home
Let them replace me, I will quit..."
The man in black was talking about dissatisfaction there, venting his dissatisfaction with his work, and Carl Homan's heart suddenly sank.
The other party told his resume and background accurately. Even his uncle, who was the prime minister who came to power in a coup in the early years and was a personal guard, knew that there was obviously someone inside Arkadelin, and the insider who betrayed him was in a very high position.
No one except the prime minister's close associates knew about this relationship.
It seemed that his actions had been clearly understood for a long time. Karl Homann became extremely anxious when he thought that there were enemies hidden among the staunch patriots who had just successfully come to power in a coup.
"Who are you~!" Karl Homan yelled angrily and said, "Who sent you here? Is it the Iskander family?"
The man in black shook his head and said: "Iskander?
Those idiots don't even know how to follow, and they dare to come out and run around without taking level 4 or 6. Such guys should be beaten with a sap and thrown into the gutter to reflect."
Karl Homan said in surprise: "It's not the Iskander family, why are you swimming in this muddy water? Do you want money? We can cooperate, I can give you three million, no, five million."
Do you want power? I can make you an official, a noble, a very big official."
The man in black sighed softly and said quietly: "You can't give me what I want."
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