Chapter 1124 Close the case with the fastest speed
On the dark four-wheeled carriage, Marshal Beian gently placed Bea on the seat covered with soft cushions, and then slapped him hard on the face, knocking him seven or eight times.
Big teeth were beaten until they spurted out.
"Incompetent waste!" Marshal Behan's eyes were shining with anger: "To deal with a little Ent Marte, look what you have done? You bribed assassins to assassinate him in front of him.
A businessman, you want to accuse him of incompetence?"
Bea huddled up in fear, not even caring about the severe pain of her broken thigh, and just looked at her grandfather in horror.
"Why are you framing the blame? Why are you using such low-level means?" Marshal Behan whispered word by word: "It's just an Ent Marte. If you really want to kill him, a transfer order will make him
He can just go to the Norman battle fort and fight the orcs! Where is the need to use such small means?"
Taking a deep breath, Marshal Behan shook his head in dissatisfaction: "Now that you've done it, and since you've used this method, you can't leave anyone with any clues. But how did you do it? That damn assassin,
You should kill him with your own hands as soon as possible, and take his head to the police station for registration as soon as possible!"
"The assassin openly assassinated a foreign businessman in front of Ent Marte, which highlighted his incompetence; but if you can kill the assassin on the spot, this is your ability! If you can immediately
Kill that damn assassin, how could things become like this?"
Beludi coughed lightly, took out a white handkerchief and slowly wiped the blurred blood on his miserable face. He said softly: "Father, that assassin belongs to...the old butler Bekisha.
Little grandson. As you know, that kid has a very out-of-touch personality. He secretly joined the Assassin's Guild without telling Bekisha. So Bea found him and asked him to come today while Ent Marte was on patrol.
, randomly pick a target next to him and assassinate it.”
Beian looked at his son in surprise: "Beya invited Bejisha's grandson to do this?"
Beludi lowered his head: "That's why Bea didn't silence him immediately. Later, Ent Marte caught him, so I had no choice but to rush over and take action."
Bean slapped Beludi on the face, so hard that half of Beludi's face almost exploded. He lowered his voice and roared hysterically: "What's growing in your brains?"
?Besides women and money, do you know anything else? Do you ask your own family members to do this kind of frame-up? "
Beludi, who was knocked down in the carriage, slowly sat up straight. He muttered with a gloomy face: "It's Bea's fault!"
So Beian slapped Bea hard on the face again. He was so angry that his eyes were red and he wailed in a low voice: "Why do I, Beian, have sons and grandsons like you? You, you.
..”
With a heavy breath, Behan said in a low voice: "Now, there are two things that must be done as soon as possible. First, appease Ent Marte, promise him benefits, and let him give up pursuing this case.
Second, place the charge of assassination on Granta’s son. This case has attracted His Majesty’s attention. We...can only close the case as soon as possible!”
Slapping Beludi on the face again, Beian said in a deep voice: "Go find Ent Marte. Be more relaxed and agree to him no matter what conditions he wants! That body must be destroyed.
We can't let anyone know that the grandson of our old housekeeper has become an assassin."
A backhand slap made Bea roll her eyes, and Bea shouted sternly: "You, go and solve this case, find Granta's son, and make him confess that he paid the assassin to kill his father. No matter what
The excuse, whether it is to seek family property or because of personal grudges, no matter how ridiculous the excuse is, the case must be closed within today!"
The four-wheeled carriage stayed in the Temple of Life in Shenghui Mountain for less than a cup of tea, and then a group of fast horses rushed down Shenghui Mountain. Beiludi and his people blocked the people who were leading people to the business district.
Enzo forcibly dragged him into a high-end tavern on the roadside, muttering and not knowing what he said to Enzo.
Bea, whose thigh bone was restored as before, rushed back to the guard hall like a wolf and a tiger. He summoned a thousand dragoons who had been following him in Berelli all year round and summoned three hundred of the most cunning and ghostly ones.
The copper hat, who was good at ransacking homes and smashing doors, rushed towards the Buraili business district in a mighty manner.
The intelligence capabilities of the Berelli Police Department are still very strong. When Bea was still receiving treatment at the Temple of Life, he had already obtained detailed information about Granta, Graham and his son - this pair of top-notch father and son.
Actually, the same shop selling high-end dyes was opened directly opposite Jinye Street and across a street!
After getting this news, Bea no longer needs to search all over the world for Graham, he can just go to the door to arrest him.
Unaware of the deliberate design of some people, Graham was about to suffer bad luck. He sat lazily in his shop and sneered at the Silver Dolphin Dye Shop opposite, which was also sparsely visited. Yes, the dye shop opposite
The shop has a wide appearance and employs beautiful girls as receptionists. At the same time, the variety and quality of the goods are much higher than those of my own shop.
But what's the use? Who has the guts to go in and seek bad luck in a store where a murder just occurred? Especially when there is a dragoon standing at the door, eyeing all the people coming and going. Who dares to go in and do business at this time?
"Hey, old guy, do you think you can defeat me?" Graham separated his legs with difficulty, grabbed a fan and fanned the cool air between his hot legs. There was too much meat and too thick, Graham
He often encounters this kind of problem that is difficult to explain to others - there are many small sores between his legs because the flesh is too thick.
With his little eyes chattering, Grande was seriously considering how to defeat Granta. Not only in business, but also in the soul. Although they were father and son, since Grande
After Tom's personal property stored in the family vault disappeared, there was no longer any father-son affection between Graham and Granta.
What kind of bullshit father-son love is as good as a shining gold coin?
At this moment, Gram heard the sound of uniform footsteps. He turned his head in surprise and looked over, just in time to see Bea riding a tall horse, approaching this way menacingly. Behind him, there were a thousand people.
There were dragoons riding white horses, wearing silver half-armor and half-length capes. Behind the dragoons, there was a group of copper hats wearing shiny round helmets and waving batons in their hands.
Graham's face drooped. He was no stranger to Bea. When he was still hanging out in the Iron Fist Brotherhood, he had seen Bea's scene on the street. Of course, Bea would not recognize him.
Graham, after all, the status and status of the two were very different at that time, and there was no intersection at all.
Under the surprised gazes of the shop owners on both sides of the street, Beya led a large group of people to the door of the Golden Ship Dye Shop, which could also be said to be the Silver Dolphin Dye Shop. With a strange look, Beya looked towards the front of the two dye shops.
After looking around for a while, he quickly set his sights on Graham.
With a malicious smile, Bea slowly jumped off the horse and walked to the door of the Golden Ship Dye Shop.
Graham jumped up quickly, bowed his head and saluted Bea repeatedly: "Dear Count Bea, your presence here is really an honor for the shop. Just take a look, what dye do you need? I don't know.
We can sell it to you at the best price...how about 10% off? That is already a discount that cannot be lower!"
"Mr. Graham?" Bea asked pretentiously.
"Gram is at your service, your distinguished Lord Beyah!" Graham smiled, bent down with great difficulty, and bowed to Beyah. Graham's face was full of smiles, and he
I am really happy, because Graham has been following the rules recently and has not offended anyone, so Bea cannot come to trouble him. Is it really a big deal?
"That's right!" Bea laughed and knocked Graham to the ground with a punch. He shouted sternly: "Gram, you are suspected of murdering the kind businessman Mr. Granta. Your accomplice has confessed.
In the name of imperial law, I personally invite you to return to the police station for investigation! You have no right to remain silent, you must confess, and confess that you are the person behind the murder of Mr. Granta!"
Graham was stunned by this punch. He stared at Bea blankly, stars flashing in front of his eyes, and his mind was buzzing. He couldn't figure out what was going on. It was so easy for him to wait.
After hearing clearly what Bea had accused him of, Graham jumped up and hugged Bea's thigh. But before Graham could ask for mercy, Bea had already grabbed the stool next to him and hit him hard.
It hit him on the head, knocking him unconscious.
Throwing the stool away casually, Bea shouted loudly: "Surround this place, no one is allowed to escape. Seal all the goods here. Any kind of goods here may be evidence of the criminal, so carefully count every item here."
Goods, I want to know exactly how much wealth Graham, this heinous guy, has amassed through illegal means!"
Bea smiled triumphantly and kicked Graham seven or eight meters away with a fierce kick.
Once you catch Graham, you won't be afraid that he won't confess. This guy will definitely take the blame.
But the dye shop's goods, and even the dye shop itself, were all accepted by Beyak. He was so severely beaten by Enzo that his femur was broken, and if he didn't find some gold coins to compensate, he would feel unbalanced.
ah!
A large group of copper hats rushed into the dye shop's warehouse, and soon twenty jars of silver coral sand mixed with purple-grained dragon bone bismuth were found.
When Beiya saw these extremely precious dye raw materials, golden fire erupted from his eyes. {Piaotian Literature www.ptwxz.com thanks all book friends for your support, your support is our greatest motivation}
