Why did Warren Galilean, a key member of the Liberal Party, murder President George Floyd, who was also a spokesman for the Liberal Party?
This is indeed an issue worth discussing.
But it's a pity that William is not available now.
He took a step forward, and the sand that appeared out of thin air around him began to gather towards Varun Galilan, and in the blink of an eye, it could cover his entire body.
"Do you really think that the president of the United States of Secred that you are loyal to is him?"
Warren spat out these words quickly, and the moment he finished speaking, the sand around him suddenly stopped.
He could feel that William in front of him was moved, so he continued.
"I made a mistake and witnessed some...truths, which made me the loner I am today, and my whole family died unexpectedly. For a long time, hatred has taken root and spread deep in my heart, but I had to pretend
Without knowing anything about it, I didn’t see the hope of revenge until now.”
"Revenge?" William raised his eyebrows, not understanding the meaning of Warren's words at all.
He continued to move, and the sand gathered around Warren. The latter did not try to call anyone for help, but quietly waited for death to come.
However, when William's sand completely enveloped him and began to erode his body, several strange crunching sounds suddenly came from Warren's body.
The skin on his face was sunken, like broken egg shells, giving his head the look of a handicraft.
William immediately noticed something was wrong, so he shook his hand and all the sand dispersed, leaving Warren's body full of cracks in place.
"By the way, Sir William Marshall, the person who allowed me to witness the truth was your colleague Trini Mark..."
After saying that, Warren's body was scattered on the ground, and the broken parts looked like pottery shards. William's expression suddenly changed.
Immediately afterwards, the floor of the room he was in began to twist strangely, causing him to sway from side to side and stand unsteadily. When he held the furniture, it felt as soft as melted rubber.
The scenery outside the window suddenly increased in size, but the size of the scene inside the house did not change. William was about to rush out of the window due to the wind and sand, but was bounced back by the twisted window frame.
"Have the gaps been blocked?" He returned to the center of the room and watched the room shrink rapidly, sealing it tightly inside.
As a result, a huge hole appeared in the original location of the building, and a small, inconspicuous object fell from mid-air into the room on the lower floor.
A middle-aged man with a big belly picked up the things and looked at them carefully.
That thing looks like a miniature version of Warren's office, just the size of a palm in the palm of your hand.
The middle-aged man stuffed his coat carelessly into his coat pocket, then lowered the brim of his hat and walked out.
There were countless guards and staff on the road hurriedly running to check on the situation, but no one noticed the man leaving.
"Just seal you up, William Marshall..."
…
At such a critical moment, Stanford is actually hospitalized. Is this too much of a coincidence?
Victor had no way to test the other party now, but Hodney urged Victor from time to time, asking him when he could carry out his plan.
I don’t even know what Victor’s plan is, and I don’t know where this guy’s motivation comes from.
"His Excellency the President's speech tour is coming to an end, and he has arrived in Renekton. If we cannot speed up and catch the prisoner, unpredictable results may occur." Hodney explained.
So that's it. Victor understood that the hostile forces hiding in the dark should be ready to take action immediately, and the thief was the key clue. If Stanford left his post at this time, Hodney, as an employee of the Ebony Tower, would certainly appear impatient.
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But Victor knew in his heart that there was a high probability that the thief was Donny Hopkins. The other party's schemes were endless, and if one was not careful, it would be easy to fall into the other party's trap.
He must be careful and careful to carry out his plan.
At this moment, a telegram from Renekton was delivered to Victor, which surprised him.
"Will Evans...he is missing?" Victor was stunned, staring at the message sent by Mike, his heart suddenly agitated, and he could not calm down for a long time.
In the telegram, Mike's tone was less impatient. He calmly analyzed Will's possible whereabouts and promised Victor that he would find him.
Frowning, Victor folded the letter, but before he could put it away, he discovered another strange thing.
He immediately asked the subordinates of the Inspection Bureau who had not walked away: "Wait a minute, who sent the telegram below?"
That subordinate was the telegram translator of the Inspection Bureau. After a moment of confusion, he told Victor that he didn't know either.
"Why not? Can't you determine the source of sending?"
"Yes, in fact this letter is not a telegram, I just handed it to you together."
After hearing this, Victor was stunned.
Under the telegram sent by Mike, there was also a strange letter. The content did not identify the sender, and only gave Victor a message - please go to No. 135 Sicas Street, Sainte's District, Dunkville
Gram Clinic, where I am...
It seemed that someone was waiting for Victor, but Victor didn't know who that person was.
You might encounter danger if you go there rashly, but Victor is really curious as to who would want to see him at this time.
He made some calculations about the matter and found no signs of danger.
However, the hexagram will change according to time and place, so it cannot be trusted blindly.
After much hesitation, Victor finally decided to give it a try.
He changed into a set of clothes that almost covered his whole body, went to the address on the letter alone without notifying anyone.
Sure enough, there was a private clinic there. There were people coming and going on the road in front of the door, and it looked quite ordinary.
At first, Victor guessed that it might be a letter sent to him by the Hat Master.
But just in case, he decided to go through the wall and check it out in his yin state.
Just across the road, Victor sat on a wooden box in the alley opposite and meditated.
He clicked on his sleep door, slowed down his breathing and heartbeat, and maximized the intensity of his mental body.
As a result, the ethereal and invisible "Yin Shen" condensed above Victor's body, overlooking everything around him.
Fifty meters...
Victor stared at his body, complained in his mind, and then turned around and drifted towards the clinic.
"Hopefully the distance is enough..."
After finishing complaining, Victor's consciousness had penetrated the walls of the clinic and entered the corridor and bright ward.
This clinic is not big, and there is only one doctor and his female assistant.
Both of them were guarding a hospital bed, and the person lying on the bed was pale and bloodless. He had even lost his breathing and heartbeat. He looked like a dead person.
What surprised Victor was that this lifeless man turned out to be Stanford Vandersel!
