Calamity Crown

According to the agreement, after dismissing the dispensable body mover, Vice President Moore returned to his office in a happy mood.

The other party locked the door and took out a huge money bag from the bottom drawer on the right hand side of the desk.

"1, 2, 3..."

Counting his savings is what Moore does every day before leaving get off work.

Especially with extra income.

There are stacks of gold kroner on the desk.

Stacks of ten.

There are ten stacks in total.

"Combining the 10 gold kroner just now, there are now 100 gold kroner, which is one-fifth of the goal."

Moore calculated silently.

He won't be the vice president forever.

What he wanted was the formal post of dean.

And this is not a simple matter.

Not only do you need someone at the Royal College of Physicians, you also need to pay a lot of money.

Fortunately, he has the former and is about to have the latter.

Of course, for this, he had to do something that went against his original intention.

At first, it was still hard.

Now?

Numb?

No!

I regret it!

Regret why he didn't do it sooner!

If he had done this earlier, he would have been the dean long ago, with his own big house, carriage, maids, and housekeeper.

Is it still necessary to live in a hospital dormitory like now?

It might even be possible to hold a decent surgery exhibition.

"really!"

"I was too naive before!"

"So stupid!"

Moore muttered to himself, and began to put Jinkron back into the bag.

And this time——

Boom, boom, boom!

"who?"

The sudden knock on the door startled the vice president.

He quickly packed up the gold crowns that hadn't been put into the bag, and then stared straight at the door.

"It's me, Dean Moore."

A deep voice came.

Listening to this familiar voice, Moore was slightly relieved.

It's a client he just met.

A very generous and unobtrusive client.

The previous cooperation was very pleasant.

Moreover, the other party also said that there will be something to ask him later.

So, at this time, Moore was quite happy to open the door.

When the other party comes, it means that he will have more money!

It means that he is getting closer to the position of his dean!

The smile at the corner of his mouth didn't hold back when the opponent's dagger pierced his chest.

Moore lowered his head subconsciously and opened his mouth to shout, but Tucker covered his mouth with his hands.

Then, he stabbed him three times in a row.

Blood spattered all over Tucker's body.

But the assailant didn't care at all. He dragged Moore's body into the office and started a quick search—their boss had investigated it, and Moore in front of him was a very greedy person, but he didn't have his own house. In the hospital dormitory, so the bribes accepted by the other party must be in the office.

His purpose here, apart from killing Moore to silence him, is to find the money.

And the drawers under the desk are really easy to find.

Soon, Tucker found the money bag.

However, just as Tucker was about to get the purse, a voice rang in his ears——

"Don't touch my money!"

Then, Tucker felt a sore throat and black eyes.

Goethe drew out the dagger that had pierced the opponent's neck, and after stabbing the opponent's chest twice, he let the opponent fall to the ground.

Then Goethe picked up the purse.

Crash!

Amidst the sound of Jin Kelang shaking and colliding, Goethe's main task in front of him, the wealth column changed: 1/100.

"At least 100 gold crowns is 1 point of wealth?"

Goethe frowned slightly after checking the gold crown in the money bag.

In other words, 100 wealth points require 10,000 gold crowns?

The value of the gold kroner in the "secret realm" is similar to the gold krona in the previous "anchor world". Goethe knows the difficulty of getting 10,000 gold kroner, but it is even more difficult to get 10,000 gold kroner.

because……

identity!

What is the use of a corpse-porter from the countryside, even though he has attended grammar school, can read and understand simple mathematics?

No contacts, no money.

As for the 100 gold crowns in his hand?

It seems like a lot, but it is almost impossible to double it a hundred times in a short period of time under conventional channels.

What's more, his main task requires not only wealth, but also fame!

Compared with wealth, the difficulty of gaining fame can be imagined!

and that...

Extraordinary power hidden from the eyes of ordinary people!

This point is the most difficult!

Full of too many unknown variables!

However, even so, it is easier than starting in the 'Anchor World'.

The 'Goethe'-style opening can almost be called a nightmare difficulty.

And now?

With the change of his strength, the difficulty of the opening in front of him is at most below the middle level.

After all, it's just an identity.

Goethe had too many similar experiences.

Moreover, there is ready-made in front of you.

How could a group of kidnappers not prepare for a new identity?

Just borrow it and use it!

...

Inside 21 Chuck Street, Zota was patiently waiting for his men to return.

He considers himself a very patient hunter.

But I don't know why, but today I always feel terrified.

"Is it because I intend to retire after this sum?"

Zota frowned slightly.

Kidnapping Andy Nan was his last business deal.

After that, he will tear up the ticket.

then……

Kill the three subordinates, take the ransom and fly away to live a retired life.

It's not that he doesn't trust the three subordinates.

It's just that the ransom is better for one person than for four, okay?

"The new guy is the simplest - Tucker doesn't like each other very much, as long as there is a little conflict, that guy will definitely be killed by Tucker, and Syl is a guy with a lot of feelings, and he will definitely treat him. Tak is dissatisfied, and I will use the ransom to provoke the conflict between Syl and Tak, let the two kill each other, and finally, I can reap the benefits of the fisherman!"

Zota pondered his plan.

Simple but effective.

He hated the kind of plans that were so complicated to the extreme.

Because there are too many uncertainties.

On the contrary, it is simple and has a lot of room for operation.

Of course, more investigation and information gathering in advance is necessary.

This is a good habit!

Apart from making the period of each task longer, there are no disadvantages.

Especially in terms of security, which is Zota's favorite.

Otherwise, how could the four of them kill the 'sword bearer' without injury?

Zota couldn't help smiling at the thought of the four idiots who considered him friends.

Very proud!

"pity……"

"This is the last time."

"There will be no more Zhuota in the future."

"Should I spend the rest of my life with a new identity on the warm seashore in the south?"

Zhuota sighed in disappointment at first, but then he looked forward to the new identity and new life.

Involuntarily, Zota leaned his body completely on the sofa, and the fantasy of future life made him completely relax his vigilance, so that the other party didn't notice a pair of hands sticking out from the shadow behind him.

next moment!

Both hands landed on Zota's head at the same time, and twisted accordingly.

Click!

Amid the crisp sound of bones breaking, Zhuota's head fell down softly.

Looking at the dead Zota, Goethe slowly walked out from behind the curtain, and after mending his chest twice, he returned to the second floor by the stairs.

Goethe just entered from the window on the second floor of 21 Chuck Street.

It was easier to enter than expected.

And Zota's vigilance?

Facing Goethe, whose physical fitness is almost three times that of ordinary people at the moment, it is completely useless.

In fact, not only the gap in physical fitness, but also the gap in skills.

Some of Zhuota's arrangements are very good in the eyes of ordinary people.

But in Goethe's view, that's amateurism.

Even, crude.

It's easy to deal with it.

After searching the upstairs room carefully, Goethe quickly found what he was looking for in the inner room: ID card!

This set of identification and a revolver, in a woven rattan suitcase.

After checking the ammunition, Goethe inserted the revolver into his waist and began to check the identification documents.

"Poirot Marple, the son of a poor nobleman, his parents died early, he has served in the army, and he has published articles in many newspapers and periodicals. He is a travel writer?"

Goethe looked at it, and couldn't help but sigh for the completeness of the identity certificate. Then, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he said softly——

"Next, it's my turn..."

"His Excellency Poirot Marple has appeared."

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