London, England, Canary Wharf with many high-rise buildings, 9:18 am local time on the 19th.

Today is a sunny Monday. For the financial industry stationed in this neighborhood, just like every Monday, it is an extremely busy start.

On the streets, the slightly congested traffic, business people carrying coffee, hurrying or chatting while walking, and the tall office buildings around them, make this block the most important scenery.

"Crash!"

In this busy life as usual, a large amount of flying paper fell from the top of the head, causing everyone to either subconsciously stop or subconsciously raise their heads.

When their eyes followed the tracks flying in the air to find the source, everyone discovered that these papers came from the roofs of two office buildings not far away that were almost next to each other.

"Oh! Fucked a dick!"

An elite man who was wearing a suit and leather shoes but could not hide the smell of curry from the Ganges exclaimed, "This is Mr. Edward! I know him!"

Hearing this, the people around him subconsciously looked over, and then subconsciously picked up the papers on the floor, and saw the sinful photos, blood-red text, and a series of extremely distinctive URLs printed on them.

"Why is there Mr. Irwin here! Isn't he the president of the Louise Children's Foundation?!"

On the street, a woman in business attire exclaimed, and the cup of coffee worth 8 pounds in her hand fell to the street with the exclamation, filling the surroundings with a strong aroma of coffee.

Amid more and more exclamations and calls, more and more papers were thrown from the roofs of the two office buildings - as if it was snowing.

Finally, with the roar of sirens and the roar of news trucks, this tragic farce reached its climax.

"Look there!"

Among the onlookers, someone exclaimed and pointed at the large advertising screen hanging on the outer wall of the building not far away.

On the big screen, a naked Edward held up photos of his crimes and explained the war orphans he had "purchased" from the vice-president of the "Mutual Aid Association", Mr. Ohad Mehir, and the president.

And the fact of distribution to Europe.

At the same time, the two brothers also appeared on another screen nearby.

At this time, they were standing on the rooftops of two office buildings on the screen, continuously dumping boxes of paper down.

In one of the shots, you can see Mr. Edward, who is completely naked and tied to the edge of the rooftop. In another shot, there is a man who is tied up who looks similar to Edward and looks like he is in his thirties or forties.

year old man.

"We were trafficked to Europe by them"

After dumping the last box of information, the young man in the camera also stood on the edge of the rooftop, grabbing the rope that tied Edward and telling the only lie, "God bless, after so many years of hard work, we finally found this bastard."

, and asked the truth from his mouth.

But it was too late, our bodies were too late to support us in catching Mr. Ohad Mehir and the mysterious president.

The only thing we can do now, and the last thing we can do, is to tell everyone part of the truth in this way, and believe that there are still kind and just people in this world who can find Mr. Mecher and the member of the mutual aid society.

long."

"besides"

On another big screen, another young man followed and said, "According to Mr. Edward's explanation, the cargo ship transported by Mr. Mecher should have just docked at the Port of Sète in France.

I have already asked Mr. Little Edward for the phone number of the captain of the cargo ship. This information, together with the news about us a few years ago, were all printed on the pieces of paper we threw away.

Finally, as long as you log in to the website on the paper and enter your email address, you can obtain all the photos and incriminating evidence of Edward, his son, and more demons."

Having said this, the two young men in the video glanced at the entrance and exit not far away that were locked by them, and said in unison, "It's time to say goodbye. People below please stay away. We have already been infected."

Eds.”

Amid everyone's exclamations and panicked escapes, the two young men each held Edward or Edward's son in their arms, and without hesitation jumped from the rooftops of the two office buildings and from the floors of Edward and his son's respective company offices.

Jumped down!

"Bang!"

In the first sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, the roof of a police car that had just arrived was smashed.

"Bang!"

In the chaos, two more figures fell to the ground almost at the same time, hitting the street littered with incriminating evidence.

"Is it over?"

On the shores of Kaban Lake in Kazan, Wei Ran, who was fishing with his dog Beria on the lake for some leisure time, sighed and asked.

Originally, he did not want to throw out Edward's evidence of guilt in this way.

But the two brothers who were infected with AIDS and were determined to die, through Miss Hela, bluntly stated that they wanted to make their death more sensational, hoping that more people would know what happened to them.

"It's over"

Anfiya, who was sitting next to her, turned off her mobile phone screen and said, "All our people evacuated safely. The resort manor was also burned down after cleaning. There are only traces of the brothers inside."

"Those big screens in the video just now..."

"Mr. Edward's email address was used to arrange for his driver to be rented."

Anfiya explained before Weiran finished asking, "The driver who posted the video was also under our surveillance."

"Where's the driver?" Wei Ran continued to ask.

"Killed by Edward's daughter"

Anfiya knew exactly what Wei Ran wanted to hear, "He is also one of the participants in the human trade. He personally drove those children to his customers."

Seeing Wei Ran looking at her, Anfiya spread her hands and said, "Edward's only daughter has a long history of drug abuse. She took drugs when she killed the driver, and then committed suicide out of fear of the crime."

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"Of course it's true." Anfiya spread her hands, "Those photos flying all over the sky were enough to be the straw that broke her to death."

"Where is her child?" Wei Ran asked casually.

"That child is less than five years old. If nothing else happens, someone will adopt her. Do we need to kill her?" Anfiya asked in the same casual tone.

"Forget it" Wei Ran waved his hand, "You came to see me for anything else?"

"Mr. Culp is here"

Anfiya pointed to the courtyard wall behind her, "Sister Aurora asked me to call you back to visit the winery next door."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Upon hearing this, Wei Ran stood up quickly, picked up the fishing box and the Air Force special fishing rod, called Beria the dog, and walked back.

After jogging all the way back home, Suisui had already entertained Culp and a woman in formal attire she had never seen before, sitting on the sofa in the living room on the first floor.

"You are finally here. Let me introduce you. This is Mrs. Tkach from the City Asset Management Committee."

When Culp saw Wei Ran come in, he immediately introduced him enthusiastically, "He is the young historian Victor."

"Hello, Mr. Victor, I heard about your recent experience."

This Mrs. Tkach was particularly kind and enthusiastic. While giving Wei Ran a Russian-style face-to-face ceremony, she also sent her care and blessings from the "Russian people" to him as a "Chinese student."

After some pleasantries and getting to know each other, Culp also took the initiative to propose a visit to the winery next door.

Everyone came here for this purpose, so naturally they had no objections and all stood up and walked outside.

"Did you get to the bottom of it?"

Wei Ran, who was deliberately a few steps behind, approached Suisui and asked in a low voice in his native language, "How much is it approximately?"

"So much" Suisui stretched out four fingers and gestured.

"How many zeros are there at the end?" Wei Ran asked in a low voice.

"The preliminary quotation is 400 million rubles." Suisui whispered into Wei Ran's ear.

Before he could speak, the girl continued, "But actually we only need to pay 100 million rubles."

"How do you say that?" Wei Ran asked in a low voice while calculating the exchange rate.

"Half of the 400 million is a maintenance deposit. This money needs to be used to repair that ancient building."

Suisui explained, "So although we still have to spend money, it will all be spent on that winery. In the end, it is still our own, and there is a lot of room for maneuver here."

"The other two..."

"The down payment is 100 million rubles, and the remaining 100 million can be paid off in three years."

Suisui whispered, "To be honest, the price is much lower than I expected, and from what Mrs. Tkach said, it seems that there is still room for negotiation."

"so..."

"Officials also seem to be releasing goodwill"

Suisui made a judgment in a low voice, "And Anfisa just shared a message with me."

"What news?" Wei Ran also lowered his voice.

Suisui almost stood on tiptoe this time and said to Wei Ran's ear, "With the last incident, the officials seemed to have cut off a wave of leeks and appointed and dismissed quite a few people. I'm talking about the Russian Federation, not just Kazan

.”

“But is it really necessary to buy the winery next door?”

Wei Ran stretched out his hand and gestured, and asked in a low voice, "If you invest 400 million, how much profit can you get back..."
To be continued...