The headquarters of the Phoenix Party. Hogg was wearing a pair of silk pajamas, with a cigar biting in his mouth. Looking at Reggie and Albert in front of him, his voice was a little hoarse: "Reggie, Albert, what makes you do this late at night?"
What if I wake up from the bed? What if there is no one?
Reason, I will let you go see my deceased grandma."
Reggie and Albert trembled, cold sweat broke out on their heads, and their voices were trembling: "Boss, something happened, Renault and the others are dead."
Hogg's face darkened. Originally, with the help of the Temple of War, all his rivals had been killed in the past few days. It was a great opportunity for him to be proud of himself and seize the territory.
And it was at this juncture that one of his own men actually died.
This made Hogg's eyes turn cold and he said, "What's the reason?"
Reggie and Albert took out a few photos and placed them in front of Hogg: "Boss, we speculate that a few Chinese people did it, and I'm afraid Lance is in their hands now."
Hogg looked at the photo and found it wasn't very clear, but if he compared it with the photo, he could still recognize it.
Throwing the photo on the table.
Hogg said coldly: "If we find these Chinese people, I will let them know the consequences of offending me, Hogg!"
Reggie and Albert nodded and just turned around to leave.
Hogg suddenly said: "Wait, how did Renault and the others die?"
Reggie hesitated for a moment and said, "Instant kill."
Hogg narrowed his eyes and tapped his calloused fingers on the table. Anyone who knew him knew that this action meant that he was thinking about something carefully.
After a moment, Hogg said solemnly: "Reno and the others are not weak, but they were still killed so easily. It shows that those Chinese people are very strong. You should bring weapons to find them."
Reggie and Albert nodded.
Wait until the two people leave.
Hogg took out his cell phone and dialed a number. Soon the call was connected, and a cold man's voice came: "Hogg?"
Hogg said: "It's me, Lord Earls."
"What's the matter?"
Hogg talked about the affairs of several Chinese people, and then said: "Mr. Earls, I think those people are probably the people you are looking for."
"Impossible." Earls interrupted him coldly and said, "Except for one person, the other targets are all...wait, give me the photo."
"Okay." Hogg hurriedly faxed the photo.
…
In a luxurious manor.
A handsome blond man was raising a glass to pay tribute to a middle-aged white man: "Master Grantham, thank you for your help this time."
"Dear God of War, it is my honor to serve you."
The current head of Grantham, Aldrich, smiled when he heard the blond man's words and his attitude was very humble.
He knew that even a jewelry family like his looked very powerful in the eyes of ordinary people, but in front of the most powerful organization in the dark world.
Even if he is not afraid, it is better to keep his attitude low. After all, no one will think that he has lived too long.
At this moment, Earls walked in quickly from outside, knelt down on one knee and put his right hand on his chest: "Lord Ares, I have something to report."
Aldrich stood up consciously and said with a smile: "Your Excellency, God of War, please use it with caution."
Ares nodded, smiled gently and said, "It's troublesome."
Earls came to Ares, placed a tablet in front of him, then found the blurry photos and told what happened: "I suspect they were people sent by China for reinforcements.
But I don’t know who it is.”
Ares' eyes flashed red: "No need to guess, it's the dragon here."
Earls was shocked and said, "Then what should we do next?"
Ares raised the corner of his mouth and said with a cold tone: "You probably don't know yet, but something interesting happened before. The piece of Angel Tears I gave to Grantham was fake.
."
Earls was stunned for a moment, then his whole body was wet with cold sweat, and he knelt on the ground on one knee: "Lord God of War, this is a subordinate's dereliction of duty." Ares waved his hand: "Forget it, it's not your fault.
The Angel's Tears must have been stolen during the few years I was imprisoned in China, and there are no more than five people in the world who can steal the Angel's Tears from our Temple of War without anyone noticing.
It just so happened that the ‘Smiling Face Ghost Thief’ disappeared a few years ago, so I suspect it was him who did it.”
Erth's face turned cold and he said in a deep voice: "Lord God of War, I will immediately order the investigation of the ghost thief." Ares waved his hand, then told what happened at the auction site, with a smile on his face: "In this way
The ghost thief's counterfeiting technology makes it easy to deceive people all over the world, but some people still discovered that the Angel's Tears were fake.
Erls, what do you think this means?"
Earls shook his head: "I don't know."
Ares glanced at him and knew that Earls was deliberately acting so stupid in front of him. If it were ten years ago, he would definitely feel that Earls was deceiving him and get furious.
But now, he just smiled and said: "De Beers has a master, and this master must be someone we can't imagine."
Earls's heart moved: "Lord God of War, do you think it is from China?" Ares nodded: "The current heir of De Beers, Carl, has a very good relationship with China, which also affects De Beers in the future.
Cooperation with China will definitely bring a lot of benefits. In addition, we have already taken action against Karl twice.
But it failed both times, so your guess is probably correct."
Earls was suddenly startled and said: "Lord God of War, are the people who killed the Phoenix Party and the Chinese people from De Beers the same group?"
Ares said: "It's very possible."
"Then I will immediately go find out the whereabouts of those Chinese people." Earls said in a deep voice.
Ares shook his head, with a bright smile on his face, and said softly: "No need, they will come to me on their own."
…
The next day, early morning.
Natasha has already sent the information, and someone from Chinatown has also sent the information about the Temple of War and Grantham.
Ye Qiu looked at the information, then let others read it, and said: "We will leave in five minutes."
Several people nodded.
An hour later.
Outside a manor, an inconspicuous business car parked beside the street. Ye Qiu rolled down the window, looked at the huge manor, curled his lips and said, "This is where Grantham is?
Damn it, it’s bigger than our village, it’s really corrupt capitalism.”