After killing Dodd, who will be the biggest winner?
John, Brian, and McCall were stunned for a moment, then their eyes lit up.
"Jason you mean?"
McCall asked tentatively.
"There is no conclusion yet, it is just a direction, and it is difficult to guarantee that the final result will be what we want!"
"In fact..."
"There's a way to fix it once and for all!"
Jason said as he looked around the three men.
"What can I do?"
Brian asked.
Among the four men, except for Jason, he is the one who wants the whole incident to end the most.
Otherwise, his daughter Kemi will always be in danger.
Brian's heart was filled with anxiety when he thought that his daughter might be in danger.
"We can't solve the problem, but we can solve the problem."
"As long as we kill all the people involved in this matter, all problems will be solved."
Jason said this.
When Jason finished speaking, John nodded subconsciously.
He supports this approach.
Clean and neat is his style.
Brian frowned slightly, but then nodded.
Although this is not his style, he is willing to try to change his style for the sake of his daughter.
McCall waved his hands repeatedly.
"Hey guys, come on."
"We can't do this!"
"We have other ways to confirm Jason's thinking - how about I take action immediately? I promise that within three days, everything will be investigated clearly."
McCall looked at Jason, John, and Brian.
His inner persistence prevented him from accepting this approach, even if it was the most direct and easiest thing to do.
Moreover, he could not refuse directly and forcefully.
Because he was worried about angering the three men in front of him, and he would not be able to bear the consequences.
As for turning around and leaving?
Even more impossible!
Who knows what these three guys will do after he leaves?
So, he asked and gave promises.
Under McCall's gaze, John hesitated and looked directly at Jason.
The method was proposed by Jason, and he also approved it.
According to the rules, only Jason can raise the objection now.
The same goes for Brian.
Some of the rules of the underground world are always similar, even if they are in different camps.
"Leave it to you!"
Jason said.
Jason didn't mind if someone took the initiative to investigate.
He's not some masked murderer, how could he possibly kill everyone?
What I just said was just a test.
Just like he promised McCall at this moment.
trust?
It cannot be established in an instant.
That requires countless tests to be possible.
McCall, who had no idea what Jason was really thinking, immediately breathed a sigh of relief after Jason agreed.
"I'll take action immediately."
"Take care of Terry for me."
After saying that, McCall walked to the door of the bedroom and study room, and knocked on the door.
Terry was startled by Kemi who was eavesdropping behind the door.
However, immediately, the two girls opened the door as if nothing was wrong.
"Terry, I need to do some things. You can stay here temporarily."
"If anything happens, you can find Jason."
"He can be trusted."
McCall said simply.
John had investigated Jason, so he had naturally done the same.
Among Jason's many labels, the one about keeping his promises is reassuring.
"Okay, I understand."
"You, you have to be careful."
There was hesitation and reluctance in Terry's eyes, but in the end she nodded firmly.
She didn't want to get McCall into trouble.
Kemi on the side immediately took Terry's hand.
"Don't worry, you and I will be together."
Kemi comforted Terri, who was younger than her.
Seeing this scene, McCall breathed a complete sigh of relief. After nodding to Jason and the others again, he pushed the door straight out and the footsteps quickly disappeared.
"What should we do next?"
Brian signaled Cammy with his eyes again. After Terry returned to the room, she asked Jason and John.
Kemi hesitated to close the door, she wanted to hear what her father and Jason were talking about.
It's a pity that the soundproofing of the rooms here is really good.
Just through a door, I didn't hear anything.
Why does an apartment need such good sound insulation?
Kemi thought angrily.
Then, she noticed Jason and John watching her.
The eyes of both of them were indifferent and calm, especially Jason's. There was something in his eyes that made her feel inexplicably stressed.
"Kemi?"
Brian raised his voice at this time.
"knew."
Kemi reluctantly agreed and closed the door.
But just as the door was about to close, Cammy stuck out her head and stuck out her tongue at Jason.
Then, the door closed with a 'snap'.
Looking at the closed door, Kemi groaned angrily, holding her hands in front of her chest. Terry, who was on the side, walked over with two cups and handed one of the cups directly to Kemi.
Kemi immediately gave a thumbs up sign.
The two girls were holding cups against the door, eavesdropping on the conversation outside.
"Sorry, I was too busy with work before, and Kemi has been living with my ex-wife."
Brian apologizes to Jason and John.
"Are you divorced?"
John asked suddenly.
"At that time, I didn't understand the importance of family."
"I regret it so much now."
"So, I've been making up for it."
Brian sighed softly.
"At least, you still have a chance to make amends."
After John finished speaking, he remained silent again.
Brian was equally silent.
Jason did not break the silence immediately. Both men, who looked strong on the outside, had softness in their hearts that ordinary people could not imagine. When they are touched, giving them some time is the right respect.
After about a few seconds, Brian came to his senses first.
"How do we do that?"
Brian asked again.
"Weapons, ammunition."
"No matter how McCall investigates, these are the things we need."
"And the McCall investigation!"
Jason said, looking at Brian.
"Brian I want you to look into other aspects of this whole thing."
"From angles that McCall couldn't consider."
Jason warned.
"clear."
Brian nodded.
"Leave the weapons to me."
"I have channels."
John made the promise directly.
"Compared to those, I think you should give me an extra room."
Jason pointed to the room not far away.
As the landlord, John understood immediately.
"no problem."
John said, stood up and walked to the phone.
After talking to his daughter, Brian left 313 at this time.
Soon, the room was arranged.
It's also on the 3rd floor, and it's next door on the other side: 312.
Jason watched Kemi and Terry enter the room, but did not return to the room. Instead, they signaled to John and walked straight downstairs.
He has not forgotten the crucial point in the whole matter.
…
Outside the interrogation room, David couldn't help but sigh as he watched his assistant Hunter interrogate the old housekeeper Ahmaud.
There is no doubt that his assistant is a pretty good young man.
He can be called outstanding among his peers.
But still too young.
Some things are bound to be impulsive.
Looking at the assistant who slapped the table again, David knocked on the door.
The middle-aged police chief knew that he could not let his assistant continue the interrogation. If he continued, he might cause problems.
He didn't want any stain on his assistant's resume.
Boom, boom!
After a knock on the door, the middle-aged police sergeant pushed the door open and entered.
"Hunter."
David looked at the young assistant who had stood up angrily and couldn't help shouting loudly.
"Sheriff, I..."
"Go wash your face."
"Leave this place to me."
David patted his assistant on the shoulder and said.
The young assistant nodded and walked out.
At this time, reason had returned to him, and he knew what kind of mistakes he would have made if David had not appeared in time.
Beat the prisoner!
This is no small matter.
Especially when facing that guy.
Young Hunter felt a toothache when he thought of the guy he had just interrogated.
He has never encountered such a tough opponent.
silence!
He has remained silent since entering the interrogation room!
It's been two whole hours, and the other party hasn't said a word, let alone made any request!
Seems like a mute!
When he thought of this, the anger in his heart made Hunter frown.
Wow, wow!
Hunter caught the cold water from the faucet with both hands, and poured it on his face.
The stimulation of cold water made him calm down again.
Then, without wiping his face with a towel and wiping it with his sleeve, Hunter quickly returned to the room next to the interrogation room. He wanted to see how David interrogated this difficult prisoner.
Interrogation room.
David looked at the middle-aged and elderly man in a tuxedo and white gloves with a smile.
Even though the other party was sitting in the interrogation room, he still maintained a decent demeanor.
Moreover, for two hours, the opponent's back was straight and he did not lean back on the chair or tilt his body.
Not to mention a middle-aged and elderly man with gray hair, even ordinary young people cannot achieve such a demeanor.
"You are truly a competent steward."
"I really admire you for being able to do this at your age."
The middle-aged police chief began to praise him out of habit.
Hostility only brings vigilance.
Praise always brings unexpected rewards.
The middle-aged police chief firmly believes in this.
"According to the information, are you a member of the 'Butler Alliance'?"
"Can you tell me about this organization?"
"You know, my wealth disqualifies me from facing this organization, so I'm curious."
The middle-aged police sergeant asked with a smile. He stood up and walked to the water dispenser nearby. He gave Ahmaud's old butler a glass of warm water and placed it in front of him.
"Thanks."
Ahmaud's old butler immediately thanked him when the water glass was placed in front of him.
The body is slightly bowed and the right hand is placed on the chest.
With a straight look, there is no rigid influence, but a personable demeanor.
Then, he picked up the water glass and took a sip.
When the cup was put down, it was still in its original position, exactly as it was measured with a ruler.
"You're welcome."
The middle-aged police chief responded with a smile.
Silence is only relative.
As long as you find the corresponding gap, you can naturally break down the seemingly solid barriers.
In fact, the so-called barrier is not much stronger than a membrane.
They all break with one poke.
When that membrane is punctured, everything becomes smoother.
However, this requires skill.
David knew this truth very well, so after responding, he did not immediately press the old housekeeper, but began to look through the information in front of him.
Findilt, male, 56 years old, was born in Cherry City in 1943.
The records of his subsequent elementary school, junior high school, high school, and even further studies at the ‘Butler Academy’ are extremely clear.
Fundilt, 56, has served two masters in total.
The first was a man named ‘Edward’. Unfortunately, this man’s business failed and he was unable to pay Findilt’s remuneration. After nearly 30 years of cooperation, the two parties peacefully terminated the contract.
The second place is Ahmaud.
This bastard was hired by Findilt two years ago through someone's introduction.
It was also in the past two years that Ahmaud's business became quite prosperous.
Many people are speculating that it is related to the help of the old housekeeper.
The information in David's hands confirmed this.
With a 30-year career as a butler serving "Edward", Findilt not only accumulated a large number of contacts, but also had a good sense of business. He gave Ahmaud investment advice several times and gained a lot of money.
Therefore, Ahmaud trusted the old housekeeper more and more.
Therefore, David was sure that the old butler must know something they didn't know about 'Elmod's secret'.
The more this happens, the more relaxed and kind David appears.
The middle-aged police sergeant did not raise his head and continued to flip through the information in his hand, while the praise on his lips did not stop.
"You are so awesome!"
"It only took 8 years to graduate from the Butler Academy at the age of 24. As far as I know, it takes at least 10 years of study to graduate from there."
"Your first employer is extremely satisfied with you."
"Diligent and responsible, the evaluation is the same as excellent almost every year."
"Your second employer...well, he is full of praise for you, thinking that you are trustworthy and can become the inheritance steward who takes charge of the overall situation."
The middle-aged police chief's praise did not receive a response from the old housekeeper.
The middle-aged police chief didn't seem to care whether there was a response or not, he just kept talking to himself.
Time passes minute by minute.
David seemed to have met an old friend with whom he could catch up.
He didn't stop talking. In addition to pouring water for himself and the old housekeeper, he also had two packs of instant noodles cooked.
"Sorry, I have nothing to entertain you."
The middle-aged police sergeant was holding instant noodles with a sincere apology on his face.
"It's good enough."
"Thanks."
This time, the old housekeeper responded again.
Moreover, there is one more sentence than before.
The middle-aged police chief smiled from the bottom of his heart.
Everything is under his control.
In the next room, assistant Hunter, who was watching all this through the single-sided glass, also breathed a sigh of relief.
He could tell that the old housekeeper's attitude was softening.
If they come again a few times, they will definitely get what they want.
But at this moment——
Boom, boom.
There was a knock on the interrogation room door.
He didn't push the door open like a middle-aged police sergeant, and the person who knocked on the door waited quietly.
"Please come in."
The middle-aged police chief frowned, but immediately put on a smile again.
The door was pushed open.
A man dressed exactly like Findilt walked in.
Compared to Findilt, the person in front of him is older.
But his back was still straight, and he walked in unison while walking. His white hair was meticulously combed back. In his breast pocket, a white handkerchief was folded neatly, revealing a corner.
However, what concerned the middle-aged police chief the most was the order in his hand.
Release order.
Release Findilt, with the director's signature.
"Chief David, good evening."
The old man bowed and saluted first, and then handed the order in his hand to the middle-aged police chief.
The middle-aged police chief, who had already caught a glimpse of the release order, accepted the order with an unchanging expression. Then, with a smile on his face, he turned aside to indicate that the two of them could leave at any time.
"Thanks."
The old butler stood up from his chair and thanked him again as he passed by the middle-aged police chief.
David immediately responded with a smile, and then watched the two of them leave.
When the two figures disappeared at the end of the corridor, Hunter in the observation room couldn't bear it anymore.
"Chief, just let them leave like this?"
the young man asked.
"With the director's order, we can't leave anyone behind!"
"and……"
"Things seem to be getting more interesting."
The smile on David's face became even brighter.
"interesting?"
The young man was stunned.
"That person, the person who came with the director's order is Dodd's butler."
David said softly.
"Dodd?"
"That Dodd?"
The young man looked at David in disbelief.
David didn't answer, just nodded.
And in the eyes of this middle-aged police chief, there was a coldness.
…
Outside the police station, Findilt was sitting in the passenger seat of an ordinary car.
The butler of the Speaker of the Cherry City Council sat in the driver's seat and started the car.
The car slowly left the police station, and after passing through a block, it began to accelerate.
The car didn't stop until it reached the remote suburbs of Cherry City.
"What exactly did you do?"
As soon as the car stopped, Pang Er asked.
The speaker's butler looked extremely angry. Not only did he glare at Findilt with wide eyes, but the muscles on his face were twitching. After asking a question, he roared again: "Do you know what you did?
"
"I did not dissuade Mr. Ahmaud."
"I knew it would be dangerous for him to go back, but I didn't dissuade him."
The old housekeeper lowered his head in shame.
"Why?"
"Why don't you remind him?"
"Why not fulfill the duties of a steward?"
The questioning continued.
"I, I..."
The old housekeeper opened his mouth and stuttered a bit.
Then, he took a deep breath and said directly:
"I don't want this tragedy to happen again!"
"I don't want those innocent girls to be tortured anymore!"
"I don't want those happy families to be destroyed again!"
The voice is loud, sonorous and powerful.
The old man Pang Er looked at the old butler's flushed face and his tough but hesitant eyes. He was silent for a moment, and then continued to ask.
"Do you know the consequences of doing this?"
"Know."
"Expelled from the Steward Alliance."
"Disqualified as a steward."
The old housekeeper nodded, with a bitter look on his face.
"You will also be blacklisted. Any family with a member of the Steward Alliance will not welcome you... You have lost the last bit of dignity."
Pang Er said word for word.
The old housekeeper remained silent, with a hint of regret in his eyes.
"People have to bear the consequences of what they do."
"That's me."
"The same to you."
After Pang Er finished speaking, he pointed outside.
The old butler pushed open the car door, and just as he was about to close it, an envelope was handed to him.
"Your Excellency Pang Er?"
The old housekeeper looked at Pang Er.
"Your severance package is not the 'Steward Alliance'. It was granted by me privately."
Pang paused for about a second when he said this, and then continued: "If you can, leave Cherry City immediately and never come back again in this life!"
Buzz!
The motor roared, and Pang Er stepped on the accelerator.
The car drove away quickly.
After driving about four to five hundred meters, the seemingly ordinary central control panel suddenly flipped over, revealing an LCD screen, and the image of an old man in his sixties, with white hair and wearing pajamas, appeared on it.
"Fendilt, it's pretty good, isn't it?"
The old man said this.
"Well, yes sir, he is a good man."
"But it's not suitable for living in today's society."
"Not a qualified housekeeper either."
Pang Er answered respectfully.
Both the honorific title and the tone of voice show the identity of the old man on the LCD screen.
Speaker of Cherry City: Dodd.
"Because of this, I hope that he will appear next to Todini. Unfortunately...he is still a little bit short. Just the darkness revealed by Ahmaud swallowed him up."
The speaker sighed, his face full of regret.
Todini, the member of parliament whom Ahmaud supported with all his strength.
Likewise, he is also a strong candidate for the next speaker.
To put it simply, Todini is the speaker's biggest enemy.
"Sorry, sir."
"It's because my arrangements were not in place."
"I misjudged Fundilt's patience."
Pang Er said apologetically.
"No, no no."
"Pang Er, you are not wrong."
"I also made a miscalculation."
"So, don't take it to heart."
The old man waved his hand.
"Yes, sir."
"I've also investigated the imitator clearly. It's Ahmaud's subordinates who are doing whatever they want."
Pang Er reported another thing.
"oh?"
"It's so damned."
"To think that such darkness has been exposed to the public's eyes."
The old man frowned, and then his brows straightened out.
He adjusted his sitting posture and his tone showed a relaxed tone.
"Thankfully, he is dead!"
"Although our goal of targeting Todini was not achieved, Ahmaud's death is also a good thing for us."
"Come back quickly, we need to discuss how to digest these benefits."
"By the way, remember to deal with Findilt."
The old man ordered.
Butlers who graduated from the Butler Academy are not only people who manage affairs, but also often serve as consultants.
Occasionally, he will also appear in some disgraceful occupations.
This also makes them more worthy of their employers' trust.
Of course, each of them is quite professional.
"Yes, sir!"
After Pang Er answered, the LCD screen was hidden again.
Pang Er made a phone call.
"Well, do it."
After a simple instruction, the car accelerated.
The light of the car headlights quickly disappeared into the night.
Dark night enveloped the earth as always.
The deep night makes people feel peaceful, but it also brings fear of location.
Findilt was walking on a suburban road with an envelope containing a thick stack of large banknotes. The road here was flat, but there were no street lights. Therefore, when a beam of light appeared behind him, Findilt stopped immediately.
, looking behind him.
A pickup truck came slowly, and a bearded man sat in the driver's seat.
"Hey, do I need to give you a ride?"
The bearded man asked.
“I can’t thank you enough.”
The old butler bowed and thanked him. Looking at the bowed old butler, murderous intent appeared in the bearded eyes. As soon as he raised his hand, he took out a pistol and pointed it at the old butler's head.
At this time, the old housekeeper seemed to want to express his gratitude more sincerely, bending his neck and lowering his head even lower.
Then--
Whoosh!
A short arrow shot out and plunged straight into the bearded man's throat.
