Hugues Artois Lumian did not expect this answer at all.
The rival Sava Party and the Stingers support the same candidate?
If Hugues Artois is successfully elected, will he help the Stingers deal with the Savoie Party, or help the Savoie Party to completely squeeze out the Stingers, or ask both parties to live in peace?
The more Lumian thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong with this matter: if the big shots behind the Savoie Party and the Stinger Gang were Hugues Artois, the two sides would not be in trouble to this extent!
Although this was due to Lumian's credit, didn't he also do it according to the wishes of the boss and Baron Brignel?
Moreover, Hugues-Artois was not even a city councilor before, and he has not yet been elected to the National Assembly. Why should he protect the Savoie Party and the Stingers?
The only explanation is that the power of the Enlightenment Party is at work, but the Enlightenment Party will not support two gangsters and let them fight to the death.
Lumian, who lacked experience in this area, thought for a long time but could not come up with an answer. He could only sigh with regret: He could not mobilize the people of the Savoyard Party and let them secretly threaten the voters not to elect Hugues Artois.
Got it!
He looked at Louis and asked doubtfully: "Why didn't I know that our Savoie Party supports Hugues Artois?"
Louis suddenly became nervous: "I thought the baron had given an explanation to the boss." Isn't this the meaning of handover?
Baron Brignel was in a bad mood because he lost the most profitable Breeze Ballroom. He didn't bother to remind him of many things. Anyway, he would know it when he should know it? Lumian muttered in his heart, left the Breeze Ballroom, and walked all the way back.
To the Golden Rooster Hotel.
He went directly to the third floor, walked to Room 5 where Anthony Reed, the intelligence dealer, lived, and knocked on the wooden door with his hand.
Dongdongdong's voice echoed and no one responded.
Not here... That's right, how can any intelligence dealer stay at home every day... Lumian took out the note paper and absorbent pen he carried with him, used Anthony Reid's door as a table, and wrote a paragraph in a flash.
: "I received news that Louis Lund will appear on Market Avenue from Saturday to Sunday. Please pay attention to his whereabouts. As soon as you find him, notify me immediately. I will either be in room 207 of the hotel or the Breeze Ballroom. By then,
The balance will be paid as agreed." Charles.
After stuffing the note into room 305 through the crack in the door, Lumian returned to the Breeze Ballroom and stayed in the cafe, waiting for feedback.
As dusk approached, a gangster who was stationed near 126 Market Avenue ran back to the dance hall and climbed to the second floor.
Found Louis Lund? Lumian stood up and looked at the subordinate.
The gangster was inexplicably nervous, as if he was being targeted by a hungry lion.
Without waiting for Lumian to ask, he said hastily and stutteringly: "Boss, no, it's not good!
"I saw, saw a group of police officers going to the yard!"
The stockyard? Isn't that the boss's property? Well, there is "Rat" Christo's warehouse near the stockyard... Is Franca's "report" working? Lumian quickly thought of a possibility.
This made him very disappointed.
What kind of person in the mirror, what kind of possible harm, in his eyes is not even comparable to a hair of Louis Lund!
Controlling his inner emotions and the remaining excitement on his body, Lumian said to the subordinate: "I understand, I will handle it.
"Now go back to your original position and continue to guard the people on the wanted list. In another half hour, I will ask the other four to come back and rest in your place."
"Yes, boss." The gangster breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and walked into the stairs.
Watching his figure disappear there, Lumian lowered his head and looked at his hands.
They were still slightly trembling.
This was caused by the sudden burst of excitement and excitement when he thought his subordinates had brought news about Louis Lund.
Sometimes, my mood is still not stable enough. Fortunately, I can receive psychological treatment again this Sunday... Lumian sighed secretly, sat down, and took a sip of coffee.
In order to greet Louis Lund in the best condition, he didn't even order a drink.
Outside the warehouses belonging to "Rat" Christo.
He and most of his men and porters were gathered together, surrounded by twenty or thirty policemen in black uniforms and armed with firearms.
Crystal put on a flattering smile and said to Superintendent Travis Everett, whom he knew: "Mr. Superintendent, why did the warehouse suddenly be surrounded?
"I'm a legitimate businessman!"
Everett, who was about thirty years old, wearing black-rimmed glasses and a wide chin, looked at Christo and said in a deep voice: "Don't think that we don't know what you do, we don't deal with you because you still
You abide by the rules and know what to do and what not to do. Now, your only choice is to cooperate with us and figure things out as soon as possible."
Crystal keenly heard the hope from Superintendent Everett's words, and immediately nodded: "Okay, okay, no problem!"
He has already distributed the batch of goods yesterday. As long as the real accounts are not found, there is no actual evidence to accuse him.
Everett, whose black hair was shaved short, turned sideways and said to a man next to him: "Mr. Deputy Assistant Superintendent, you can start."
The man had a rugged appearance, with fluffy blond hair, blond eyebrows and a beard. He wore a slightly smaller black police uniform, but the buttons were all made of gold.
On his epaulette there is a silver-white seven-petal iris flower with a small off-white diamond-shaped square next to it.
This stands for Deputy Assistant Superintendent of Police.
Above the Superintendent, there are four levels in the Trier Police Department, from lowest to highest: Chief Superintendent, Deputy Assistant Superintendent, Assistant Superintendent, and Deputy Superintendent.
Among them, there is only one deputy superintendent, and that is the minister of the Trier Police Department. The one with a higher police rank than him in the entire Republic of Intis is the minister of the National Police Department, a police superintendent.
The Assistant Superintendent and the Deputy Assistant Superintendent belong to the Deputy Minister and Police Commissioner of the Trier Police Department. On their epaulettes, there are small off-white diamond-shaped squares next to the seven-petal iris flower. The Superintendent is
Four, three are Deputy Superintendent of Police, two are Assistant Superintendent of Police, one is Deputy Assistant Superintendent of Police and there is no Chief Superintendent.
In other words, the position of this rugged man with blond hair and golden beard is equivalent to that of the police commissioner Aimok who is responsible for the entire Candide Market area, but Christo does not recognize him at all.
"Just call me Angouleme." The rough-looking Deputy Assistant Superintendent simply responded.
His eyes then swept across Christo, Elken and others, making them feel like the sun was glaring and they had to lower their heads.
Angouleme withdrew his gaze and said to several team members in casual clothes behind him: "You can bring that thing over."
The two team members walked to the four-wheeled carriage parked nearby and removed something wide, flat, and large, covered with a black velvet curtain.
They immediately set it up next to Angouleme.
Angouleme looked at "Mouse" Christo and the others, raised his chin slightly and said: "You guys line up in front of me, one by one." Christo felt that the little guy in his pocket was obviously shaking, and guessed that Angouleme
He should be an official Beyonder, and very powerful.
After thinking for a few seconds, he walked cautiously in front of Angouleme without daring to resist.
Angouleme suddenly opened the black velvet curtain, revealing the complete appearance of the object beside him: it was a full-length mirror with a simple style, mounted on a rusty iron-black bracket.
The surface of the mirror instantly reflected Christo's figure, every detail revealed, extremely clear.
Christo didn't feel anything unusual, but Elken's expression behind him suddenly changed.
He turned sharply to the left and tried to escape.
There were nearly twenty people who did the same thing as him, including some coolies and porters.
Bang, bang, bang!
Several team members following Angouleme were well prepared, raised their arms and pulled the trigger.
Those bullets shot out and hit the people trying to escape, but they seemed to hit the phantom, penetrated directly, and landed in the distance.
Angouleme calmly stretched out his left hand and adjusted the direction of the full-length mirror next to him.
The mirror then reflected Elken's figure, but the background was dark.
Erken instantly froze on the spot and kept running.
Immediately afterwards, he was sucked into the full-length mirror with a horrified but uncontrollable face.
As soon as the two collided, Elken's body suddenly disappeared.
A moment later, he appeared inside the mirror, his face stained with blood, and his expression became ferocious, full of hatred and resentment.
He opened his mouth and seemed to be shouting loudly, but he was dragged by an invisible force until he disappeared into the unusually dark background of the mirror.
Christo was stunned when he saw this scene and forgot to help his brother.
Only one thought echoed in his mind: "They really have a problem.
At the same time, Angouleme's men were trying to control the escapees. The ordinary people surrounded by various abilities were so frightened that they squatted on the ground, lowered their heads, and shivered.
At the Breeze Ballroom, Lumian, who was sitting at the bar and listening to Jenna singing, received the news two hours ago that "Mouse" Christo was fine but a number of his men were dead.
The efficiency is pretty good... He mentally praised the official Beyonder in the market area.
As the obscene song ended, a woman who had been waiting nearby came onto the stage, rushed to a young band member, sobbed and shouted twice.
She seemed to be saying so and so was dead.
The band members were stunned for a moment, very confused, as if they had heard extremely shocking news and could not react for a while.
A few seconds later, he dropped the Russell six-string hanging on his body and ran wildly towards the bottom of the stage.
After running a few steps, he stumbled and fell heavily to the ground. He struggled twice and failed to stand up.
The next second, he cried out in pain.
Jian Na, who was wearing a sequined red dress, stared at her for a few seconds, pursed her lips, and ultimately did not go to comfort her, leaving the band member and the woman who came over to hug each other and cry.
She walked off the stage in silence and met Lumian who was leaving the bar.
"What happened?" Lumian asked. Jian Na sighed softly and said, "His father passed away in an accident a few hours ago." I know him and know that he can learn musical instruments very quickly.
It's not easy. His father is a porter and his mother is a dishwasher. Without their full support, he can only do the hard work of an accident a few hours ago... porter...