At the same time, when Bing Zhixie found Eva and sent her back to the airship, Aum, who had been waiting for a while, was packing his belongings and equipment in the room and was about to take people to Crocodile Gate Casino. Suddenly someone came to his address and knocked on the door.
opened the door.
Om opened the door and was shocked to see Heloise Leona coming. He quickly knelt down and lowered his head: "Prince, why are you here?"
Leona closed the wooden door, checked the indoor situation and the soundproof magic circle on the window sill, sat down by the bed, poured herself a glass of water: "Get up."
After getting up, Aum stood aside with his head bowed and asked: "The mission is progressing steadily. Does the leader have any instructions?"
Leona said: "It's not me who has any instructions, it's Shantora who has instructions."
"Throne?" Orm asked: "Doesn't she agree with us establishing our own business here?"
Leona said: "That's not true. She wants to find out the inside story of the slave trade here, including the buyers and sellers, and preferably also get information about the people who have been trafficked before."
Aum said: "Does this mean the Throne or the Divine Throne?"
Leona chuckled: "Shandora is just a puppet, do you think she can have her own ideas?"
Aum said: "My Lord God's explanation does not conflict with our mission. What you want, Chief, is to replace the power here and take over the human trafficking business. God's seat wants the behind-the-scenes information here. We can do these two things together."
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"Yeah, I've been keeping an eye on the human trafficking here for a long time, and I haven't figured out the forces behind it." Leona crossed her legs and knocked lightly on the small wooden cabinet on the bed with her blood-colored metal boots.
Imprint: "The former Divine Throne once sent people to conduct a secret investigation. It is conservatively estimated that the number of people trafficked every year in the entire main continent is at least 3 million. The actual number of people trafficked every year may reach more than 10 million. If this business can be done,
According to the most conservative calculation, the annual income of the organization can be upwards of 2 billion. The predecessor of God has always wanted to do this business, but this business was monopolized by an organization called Gomorrah. Previously, Pisces and my predecessor tried to
The situation has been opened up in this area, but it has always been a small fight, and the training is a waste. The shipment of the young girl is not going well, and the big customers are always in the hands of Gomorrah, and it cannot shake its status."
She took a sip of cold water and continued: "After the death of the former god, this matter has not been pushed back. Besides, Mr. and Mrs. Smith have also died. The guy who took over the Pisces Palace has not done this job, so this matter fell on me.
.This time of great chaos and chaos, countless people have been displaced, which is a good time for human trafficking. The business is not just slaves. The King of Heaven suggested that I re-promote this matter, which is exactly what I want to do."
Aum said: "Your Majesty, according to my investigation, the slave trade in Stone Kestrel City has a long history. It has been inseparable from the slave trade since the city was built. Could this be related to the Gomorrah you mentioned?"
"I don't know if it was relevant before, but it is definitely relevant now." Leona said: "Taking over the business here will reveal the tip of the iceberg of human trafficking. This is what you and the Bone Servant are going to do. Originally, I had other things to do.
I’m not here, but because of God’s new instructions, I came here in person to see how you handle things here.”
Orm said: "Master Bone Servant has gone to the casino, and we can figure out the main people here tonight." He said with a proud smile: "In addition, I also made a good move, I wonder if Master Bone Servant has any
Report to you, Chief?"
"What?" Leona said: "I was in a hurry and didn't do the memory."
Orm told Leona about meeting Alice and using Ishuson's affairs to set a trap for Bing Zhixie, and said: "With that kid Celeste, it will take a lot of effort to overthrow the forces here.
It’s not a big deal. When the time comes, we can divert the trouble to the east and lead the other party’s target of revenge to him.”
Leona's hand, which was wearing a red gauntlet, slapped Orm hard on the face, causing his face to be bruised and bloody beads splattered on the wall.
Om was frightened and didn't know what he had done wrong.
Leona cursed angrily: "Idiot! Do you think everyone is a fool like you? With such a poor design, will he be plotted by you?"
Aum was a little dissatisfied and said: "I don't think there is anything wrong with what I said. He...he can't possibly see through it."
"This kind of self-justification trick of yours cannot withstand any test. It only takes a few questions to expose your lies. If you want to kill someone with a borrowed knife, you must at least come up with real materials to deceive him. Just make up a few stories."
Will he believe it as soon as you say it? Do you think others are children? He is the guy who gives Zalberg a big headache!" Leona said angrily: "A good card was wasted by you so easily.
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Om was full of regret, wiped the blood on his face and asked: "It has happened, what should I do now?"
Leona sighed: "I guess he already distrusted you when you finished making up the story, and he is even suspecting you of killing Ishuson now."
Om's expression changed drastically: "No way, how can he be so awesome?"
Leona thought for a while and said: "We can't have a direct conflict with him now. You can leave here for the time being, and leave the things here for a few days until he leaves."
Orm apologized: "I'm sorry, Sir, I messed up this matter and made Ishuson's death a useless card."
Leona folded her arms across her chest and looked out the window: "It can't be said that they are useless. Even if he knows the truth, he can still use them. But this time, don't meet any of them easily again. Wait until I need it.
When using this card, I will personally plan everything and let him put it in the urn."
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The west wind is strong, the yellow sand is dim, and the full moon is dim on the sand, clearing this cool night like water. Over the hills, in the suburbs five kilometers away from the city, the Black Overlord is stuck in the yellow sand, Pyle·
Pan's shadow lengthened in the moonlight.
A golden-red scorpion came out of the sand nest. It was as big as a cattail fan and was looking for food. It crawled to a pair of feet and climbed up on the tattered clothes. The owner of these feet was a withered man.
The man, with sunken eye sockets, skinny as a stick, and shaped like a skeleton, stood in the moderate wind and sand, as if he was so light that he would be blown away at any time.
He waved his hand and knocked the scorpion to the ground. The other hand holding the bow did not move for a moment. His cloudy eyes looked at Pyle Pan, who was a hundred meters away from him. Only at this moment did his eyes flash.
The light called hatred.
Pyle Pan said calmly against the wind and sand: "You have been standing there for a long time. If you want to kill me, do it. Although I don't remember who you are, there must be hatred between you and me."
Lincoln's direction was behind Pan, and the wind blew the words into his ears. He didn't speak, just stared. He knew that this man was not something he could defeat, but he couldn't let go of the hatred in his heart.