Hot Spring District, No. 55 Chestnut Street, in a gray-blue three-story building with a garden, lawn, and stables.
The band in the corner played a soft melody. The owner, Bono Goodwill, held a glass of golden champagne and walked among the different guests, communicating with them about the aftermath of the chemical plant explosion, trying to maximize the
Avoid your own responsibilities and get generous compensation from the insurance company.
He sometimes chatted with the wives of government officials, sometimes with his lawyers, and sometimes communicated with important people in other aspects of the matter.
He was like a born party animal, with a quick mind and a strong body on such occasions. His deep blue to almost black eyes and the thick brown beard around his mouth shone brightly in the light of the crystal chandelier.
After twirling around an unimportant guest, Bono Goodwill met Travis Everett.
The police superintendent of the Honest Market District was not in uniform, but was wearing a black formal suit and a blue bow tie. He was also holding a glass of golden champagne in his hand.
"Superintendent Everett, you must protect me during this period!" Bono Goodwill smiled and said to Travis Everett, "Many people died in that explosion.
I'm worried that their relatives will do something drastic."
Everett pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, smiled and said: "This is the hot spring area, I can't control it. Moreover, after I entered this street, I could clearly feel the frequency and intensity of patrols by the police squad.
It’s much higher than normal.”
"Well, didn't you hire a lot of bodyguards? There's nothing to worry about. Those who died were ordinary workers and could not threaten you. Besides, they don't even know where you live."
Everett half-joked: "If the injured and their families who had to leave the hospital early because they couldn't get compensation for the accident quickly and went home to wait to die knew that you were still holding a banquet, you were still there.
Serve your guests with plenty of fine wine and a small symphony orchestra, and they may really lose their minds and drag you and your family into the abyss.”
Bono Goodwill smiled and said: The banquet has nothing to do with compensation. I have to abide by the law and wait for the verdict. "Superintendent Everett, if I go back to the market area to handle things, I hope you can send two or three police officers to protect me."
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Everett nodded slightly: "This is my duty, but I need to remind you that several police officers have family members working in your chemical plant."
He is putting pressure on Bono Goodwill for his subordinates, hoping that they can get compensation as soon as possible.
Bono Goodwill nodded silently, not caring too much. The banquet lasted until early in the morning. Amidst the various remaining fragrances, Bono Goodwill and his three children hugged each other one after another and went up to the third floor.
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While loosening his tie, he and his wife returned to the bedroom.
With a bang, the gas wall lamp was lit, and Bono Goodwill's eyes suddenly became dull.
He saw a man sitting in his favorite easy chair.
The man leaned forward slightly, obviously sitting, but looking down at Bono Goodwill.
He was wearing a gray-blue worker's uniform, a dark blue peaked cap, and white bands wrapped around his face, leaving only his blue eyes and two nostrils exposed.
Bono Goodwill was startled, so he opened his mouth and shouted for help.
But before that, a semi-illusory crimson flaming crow had condensed behind the visitor who "rushed to the door", flew out, and hit Bono Goodwill's teeth.
There was a soft bang, and Bono Goodwill's mouth became blackened, and two teeth fell out. His expression was completely distorted in pain, and his screams were muffled.
At this time, both he and his wife had a sharp dagger pressed against their vests.
Franka and Janna had come out from behind the door, closed the bedroom door, and captured their targets respectively. One of them wore a black robe with a hood and leather armor, their faces hidden in the shadows, and the other wore a men's linen shirt.
Wearing a brown jacket, dark brown trousers and strapless leather boots, he wore a silver-white metal mask that only covered the upper half of his face and exposed his eyes.
Franca held up Bono Goodwill with her other hand to prevent him from falling to the ground due to pain.
Lumian kept his sitting position unchanged, smiled and said: "Mr. Goodwill, it was just a warning, otherwise your mouth would have been completely blown up, instead of just losing two teeth and being a little injured."
Bono Goodwill's wife finally came to her senses and asked in horror: "Who are you? What are you going to do?"
"Who am I?" Lumian laughed, "You can think of me as your father."
After speaking, he glanced at Franka.
Franka immediately took out the "Veritaserum" that Lumian had given her before the operation and poured some into Bono Goodwill.
While waiting for the effect to take effect, Lumian said with a smile: "Mr. Goodwill, I really didn't expect to be able to meet you and communicate with you so easily. You make me a little disappointed."
I haven’t received any gifts yet!
After Bono Goodwill was forced to drink the "Veritaserum", he said bitterly: "What do you want to do? I have a lot of money in the safe, and I can give it to you!"
Hearing these words, Jian Na felt a surge of anger ignite from her chest and jump to her head.
She suddenly raised her left foot and slapped Bono Goodwill on the side of his calf.
If it weren't for the wrong position between them, she would have wanted to attack this bastard between his legs!
Damn you, take your money to the tomb!
Bono Goodwill tilted his body and felt that his bones were cracked.
His instinctive scream was blocked by the sudden condensation of frost in his mouth.
Lumian nodded approvingly to Janna, and after Bono Goodwill calmed down a bit, he said, "I want to know why you want to blow up your own chemical plant."
Bono Goodwill's expression changed and he blurted out: "How do you know?"
Before he finished speaking, he already wanted to raise his right hand and give himself a slap.
When faced with this kind of problem, shouldn't we deny it first? Why do we say whatever comes to our mind?
"Oh, I'm very honest. I just deceived you, and you admitted it directly." Lumian said in a tone that almost gave Bono Goodwill brain congestion.
Jenna once again felt like her soul had left her body.
Although she was mentally prepared after Lumian's analysis, she still couldn't believe it when she heard the answer.
How can there be such bad people?
That destroyed hundreds of families!
After coming back to her senses, Jian Na gritted her teeth tightly.
She was afraid that if she relaxed a little, her whole body would be ignited with anger, and she would stab Bono Goodwill directly.
No, several hundred dollars!
Goodwill's wife was also looking at her husband with shocked and frightened eyes.
She originally thought the explosion at the chemical plant was just a simple accident.
Lumian looked at Bono Goodwill with cold eyes and said: "Why did you do that? Is it related to someone in the office of Representative Hugues Artois?" After hearing the latter question, Bono Goodwill
Weir could no longer control his expression, showing a look of shock and fear.
After drinking the strange liquid and "admitting" that the explosion in the chemical plant was caused by someone he arranged for, his psychological defenses had actually collapsed. At this time, he was even more full of thoughts of dragging people into trouble to help him share the guilt: "It was Rhone and Ti.
Bert! They are the secretary and assistant secretary of Representative Hugues Artois." They have been hinting to me that the chemical plant is in disrepair and may explode at any time. It is better to find a way to obtain the insurance compensation purchased before. By then,
Representative Hugues Artois will also use the pretext of setting up factories, developing the economy, protecting factory owners, and obtaining reconstruction funds and compensation funds for me.
"They always say that everything will fail, and my chemical plant is the same, so there are all kinds of problems. Instead of waiting for it to explode by itself, it is better to use it in exchange for more benefits." I went to look for it again yesterday morning.
I didn't know why, but I was convinced by them. Only when the explosion actually happened did I feel scared and went to the congressman's office three times.
"They told me it would be okay."
What a fool, not even a follower of the evil god...under the influence of extraordinary abilities? After Tybalt saw my disguised Bono, Goodwill was also talking about decline. What exactly did they want to achieve? Lumian thought
After a while, just as he was about to ask about the details of the conversation, the sound of a bell being pulled suddenly came from the iron fence gate outside the lawn.
Lumian and Franka quickly looked at each other, and both had guesses;
The person who came to visit Bono Goodwill at this time and politely rang the doorbell was either his friend or the official investigator!
Without any words, Lumian stood up, and Franka put away the dagger in tacit agreement.
Seeing their actions, Jian Na also reacted.
She took a diagonal step, raised the dagger, and thrust it hard into Bono Goodwill's shoulder.
With the squeaking sound, blood spurted out, and Bono Goodwill groaned in pain.
Jenna didn't stop any longer and rushed to the window opposite to the main entrance.
On her dagger, in several places in the room, black flames ignited and then extinguished quickly.
The three of them jumped out of the building one after another, climbed over the iron fence behind the garden, and disappeared into the night in the distance.
The three-person team consisting of Angouleme, Valentine and the mixed-race Yimre met Bono Goodwill in the bedroom, who had just finished bandaging and had a charred mouth.
The factory owner said angrily: "Officer, I was almost kidnapped by three gangsters!"
Angouleme glanced at the scene, smiled and said: "We will investigate this matter later, but now it is mainly your problem."
"My question?" Bono, Goodwill was shocked.
Angouleme nodded lightly: "Let's confirm your beliefs first, and then talk about your visit to the congressman's office on the morning of the chemical plant explosion."
Without enough evidence to take drastic measures against the congressman and his staff, the "purifiers" turned the direction of their investigation to Bono Goodwill.
Bono and Goodwill, whose psychological defenses had been breached, turned pale when they heard these words.