Mike, who was covered in injuries, hurriedly turned into a dark alley not far away, hiding behind a messy wooden box and panting.
The scene just now was like the flames of hell burning, and it even made him feel palpitated.
At this time, a mysterious voice suddenly sounded from his mind.
"Mike Campino..."
Mike was startled, and subconsciously blurted out: "Mr. Yi... Mr. Yi?"
Hearing this low murmur, Mike was absolutely sure that it was Mr. Yi who saved him just now.
However, Mr. Yi only called him and did not reply.
Mike's leg was still bleeding, but he couldn't take out the bullet for a while because he didn't have a knife or alcohol.
At this moment, a carriage suddenly drove to the entrance of the alley. The carriage driver in front of the carriage jumped out and walked straight towards the darkest corner inside.
The man lit an oil lamp, and the light showed his and Mike's faces.
"Victor...Victor Damon?"
Mike exclaimed, and Victor showed no expression on his face. He squatted down and pulled out the knife, sprinkled some wine on it and helped Mike take out the bullet.
Mike bit his sleeve and held back the severe pain without shouting.
Victor handed him the wine and drank it, then heated the knife red and scalded it on Mike's wound.
As the smell of barbecue hit his nostrils, Mike almost fainted from the pain.
Next, Victor took out the medical kit from the carriage, treated his wounds, and then lifted him up and put him on the carriage.
Mike was covered in sweat and lay panting in the car.
"This... this is my own business, there is no need for you to be involved..."
Victor climbed forward and pulled the reins, and the black horse galloped away with a long neigh.
He had to leave the area quickly before the cigar party or the police arrived.
After arriving at Baker Street, Victor saw that he was safe for the time being, so he said to the injured in the carriage: "You are a member of the Taoist assembly. Before paying the price, your life belongs to that one."
Rally?
Mike endured the pain and laughed, he finally became a member of the secret society.
However, he has no regrets, and even feels lucky now...
With his family ruined, he originally lost the motivation to live, but now that he has saved his life, he seems to be thinking about the meaning of life again.
"I'm afraid... I can't repay this price..."
Hearing this, Victor glanced at the carriage.
"You can go see that person in person, and he will tell you how to repay..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mike suddenly felt that there was a complete stick of incense in the carriage, as if it had been prepared for him.
Mike was in a complicated mood. His wound was still hurting and he couldn't concentrate on meditation, so he just put Gaoxiang away.
Then, he groaned and asked: "You...are you also a member of Mr. Yi's assembly?"
Victor was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "No... I am his favored one. Only the one chosen by fate is qualified to step into his gathering place. You are lucky, Mike Cambino,
But this is also a curse, I hope you understand..."
……
Back at the Incense Mansion, Victor went in first and asked Will to come out to help. The two of them took Mike back to the guest room under the cover of night, and then helped him put on the bandage again.
"What...what happened?" Will was surprised, with a frightened expression on his face.
Victor told him not to be nervous. After seeing Mike fall asleep, he asked him about Dr. Depp's affairs.
Will relaxed his mood and informed Victor of Dr. Depp's reply.
"The person you recommended is very good. The doctor has long considered selling alcohol under the guise of medical formula, but he is cautious by nature and has not found a source of supply..."
"Well... do you think it's okay to cooperate with him?" Victor patiently listened to Will's opinions.
Will was very sure: "No problem, as long as we provide him with supplies, the two parties will become accomplices tied to a warship, restricting each other and asking for each other, and they will definitely not betray us."
"Oh? So sure?"
"Yes sir, Dr. Depp is very afraid of those gangsters, that's why he has never cooperated with underground wineries, but we are different. We are not gangsters. We are his best choice for getting goods." Will looked confident.
Full.
Victor thought for a while, then nodded.
"Okay! Do it according to your own ideas, but please remember that you have to be careful in everything and don't expose my existence."
Will gave a slight greeting, and then the two of them went to rest.
……
No other important things happened in the rest of the night. The next morning, Victor put on the equipment of a detective assistant, put on hair dye again and went to De Gaulle's office.
What's interesting is that the guy got up unusually early and tidied his clothes, and also tidied up all the messy things in the office.
Seeing Victor come in, de Gaulle immediately called him to sit on the sofa, and then talked endlessly about how he disguised himself as a priest yesterday and how he asked Siqin to tell his secret directly.
After hearing this, Victor deliberately pretended to be shocked and convinced.
De Gaulle was very satisfied with his reaction and was as proud as a little rooster.
"It's a pity that you couldn't witness my wonderful performance with your own eyes, but you can't blame me, because I can only do that kind of thing."
Haha...
Victor complained in his heart: You are thinking too much.
But then, de Gaulle came up to Victor and said to him: "But I have a plan next, which can force Sitchin to reveal his secrets in front of Mr. Dach. You can also participate this time, but you have to find Dr. Depp."
Help."
Victor was suddenly curious: "Why not tell Dutch directly? Siqin is a seer and has behaved inappropriately towards Mrs. Shasa?"
"He can completely deny what he said in the confessional. We have to let him reveal it himself..."
De Gaulle smiled slightly, and then told Victor all his plans.
……
In the afternoon of that day, Xiqin came out of the bank where he had been busy for most of the day and took a carriage back to Storm Villa.
When he got home, it was already past dinner time, almost eight o'clock.
Parker asked him if he wanted to dine in the main restaurant, but Siqin did not answer. Instead, he went to the manor first and walked to the open-air inner courtyard garden on the cliff to visit Mrs. Shasa and the baby boy.
Usually after dinner, Shasa would bring the child over to sit on the rocking bed and sing to him.
But today is very strange. Shasa is not there, and the baby boy is not there either. The crib has been moved under the dome inside the arch.
Siqin frowned: "Where's Shasa?"
Parker followed him and replied: "This afternoon, Dr. Depp said that there is a way to treat Mrs. Shasa, but it requires the equipment of the clinic, so the owner sent the wife there."
Hearing this, Xiqin's expression was stunned.
"What? Why did Shasa want to go there? She never thought she was sick!"
Parker showed a tangled expression, and then said: "The master took Mrs. Shasa there, saying he was going to the city..."
"That bastard Dutch..."
Xiqin clenched his fist and punched the pillar next to him.
But at this moment, a maid suddenly ran over in a hurry, leaned into Parker's ear and whispered a few words to him.
"What did you say?" Parker's exclamation caught Siqin's attention.
"What's wrong?"
Parker turned his head, his face uglier than if he had seen a ghost.
"Shasa... Mrs. Shasa met people from the Inspection Bureau in the clinic... They said... They said that Mrs. Shasa had traces of invisible magic on her body, and they took her... away!" p>