Ember Gun

  Chapter 118 Class

  It was about ten minutes after Abel got dressed, Lorenzo Shrike and Joey were sitting on those messy sofas, and on the other side was Baron Abel.

  As the baron woke up, it seemed that the mansion was slowly awakening. Several servants cleaned the ground. Lorenzo leaned on the back of his chair, watching them from the corner of his sight.

  As the Shrike said, they are indeed the remnants of the Gallunalo people. Lorenzo had been in Gallunaro for a period of time, and he knew something about the characteristics of the Gallunaro.

  The servants were silent, looking depressed, until the Baron Abel spoke suddenly.

   "So everyone, is there anything wrong here?"

  Baron Abel looked at Lorenzo and others with bad eyes, after all, the ugliness just now was really shameless, and what was more was the vigilance of this group of uninvited guests.

  "We are the investigation team of Suyalan Hall..."

  Shrike rushed in front of Lorenzo and said that the content of his previous conversations with Lorenzo were slightly modified, and finally pushed to the head of Suyalan Hall. I really didn’t expect the shrike with big eyebrows and eyes to lie so fluently.

   But obviously the Baron Abel was not very willing to cooperate with the work, he waved his hand impatiently before saying a word.

   "It has nothing to do with me, it has nothing to do with me. I haven't been out for almost half a month."

  He denied what the Shrike said, and there was no definite evidence for the Shrike itself, under which he could not say anything.

  At this moment Lorenzo said suddenly.

   "Hughes is dead."

His abrupt words made the atmosphere cool down instantly. Since just now, Lorenzo has been observing the look of Baron Abel. He is very natural, and it seems that Lorenzo’s guess is wrong. He is really an innocent person. But this did not make Lorenzo relax his vigilance, but made him suspicious.

  He is too natural, so Lorenzo has been waiting for an opportunity, he reported the death of Hughes to observe the reaction of Baron Abel.

  Baron Abel was stunned at this moment, and then looked at Lorenzo with puzzled eyes, as if he could not understand what he was talking about.

  At this moment, Lorenzo was also a little dazed. Could it be that he guessed wrong.

   "Gentlemen, although I am an incompetent person in the eyes of outsiders, I am at least a nobleman. Today's humiliation should be enough."

  It seems that the Baron Abel is already a little angry.

   "I want to know about the survivors you hired."

   Lorenzo asked again, and Baron Abel said calmly.

   "What's wrong? What's wrong with hiring them?"

  Looking at Abel’s very normal expression, Lorenzo felt that the incident was a little weak for the first time, he felt something was wrong, and then he discovered the problem.

In the eyes of people like Abel, hiring these survivors is a very common thing, cheap commissions, the most vulnerable group, in his opinion this is what all the nobles are doing, he feels nothing wrong at all. Just like cats eating fish and dogs eating meat, this is something that has been integrated into daily life.

  All of this has been finalized. Turning to look at the survivors who were working, they didn't seem to feel anything wrong, and they lowered their heads to work.

  Lorenzo felt an unspeakable chill. They were obviously human beings, but at this moment they had evolved into different species spiritually.

Perhaps the anomaly he felt was just derived from this. Abel did something wrong, but he did not realize what was wrong, the death of a survivor, the death of a gang leader, and what impact did it have on a nobleman above all? Woolen cloth? Not to mention being aware of the crisis?

  Lorenzo rearranged his tone and asked again.

   "There have been many deaths among the survivors you hired."

   "This is normal, because they need money, work desperately, or please me, death and injury are normal."

  Baron Abel said lightly.

  "You must not be very clear about the market, do you? For survivors like this, there are at least a few family members behind them. Those who are unable to work, old or young family members need their work to make ends meet."

   Talking Abel laughed.

  "Even if work is tired and dangerous, they will still appreciate me because I have given them work, which can keep their families alive."

  Lorenzo turned his head and looked at the nearby survivors. Those dull faces nodded slightly, seeming to affirm that everything was normal.

  This is a deadlock, a cycle that keeps getting worse.

  Lorenzo still wanted to say something, but Joey, who had been silent at this time, stopped him, and he said very sensibly.

   "Mr. Holmes, what we have to do now is not to care about the disadvantaged."

  Although it is cold, it is true that the vengeful monster is the primary goal.

  "Then another question, Baron Abel, do you have any impression of these people?"

  Speaking, Joey took out the list of the dead, and Abel glanced around. Some people were familiar with it, while others were strange.

   "I know these two people."

  Baron Abel pointed his finger on the Ed couple's file. He didn't seem to expect that they were dead, and his voice seemed a little surprised.

  "They are the intermediaries responsible for contacting our employers."

  "Between you and the survivor?"

"Yes."

  This time the connection is connected. Rowe and Duolun are responsible for the transportation of the survivors, Hughes is responsible for the overall control, and the Na Eds are looking for employers for these survivors.

  It seems that Lorenzo’s previous conjectures are not wrong. They are all connected with each other by this transportation, so now we need one last question.

  Who will the demon's next revenge target?

   "I heard that your wife passed away a few days ago?"

  Lorenzo’s eyes were sharp, and each of Abel’s wives did not live long, and they were all survivors, which had to be suspicious.

"Yes."

   "Do you look sad?"

   "Because I am about to have my next wife...maybe a lover."

  He said that he lit a cigarette, and he looked like he was enjoying the most.

   "Did you kill her?"

   "No, she committed suicide by herself. Maybe she is not used to the old life."

  Looking at the careless attitude of Baron Abel, Lorenzo's eyes became colder and colder, and he seemed to feel Lorenzo's changes, and said with a bit of mockery.

   "She will be grateful to me, because her family will get a lot of money for it."

   "She died because of you?"

   "I have some small hobbies, which she may not accept."

   Abel said that the scars under his clothes were exposed, and the wounds that had not healed were not fatal but painful enough.

   Then he laughed happily.

   "Are you here to enforce justice? Or is there a new survivor protection association in the Suyalan Hall?"

  "I’m just a small head here. You should know about the clinical trials. The participants are the survivors. They don’t want to live at all, because death will not only reduce the burden on the family but also have money to take."

  Lorenzo did not speak, the whole room was full of malice, unbearable malice.

  "In other words, there are many employers like you?"

   "Of course, everyone will always have some weird little hobbies. We are willing to pay, and they are willing to die. This is fair."

The conversation has reached a deadlock, and the situation of the whole case has also been deadlocked. According to Baron Abel’s statement, all the nobles who have traded with the survivor can be the object of his revenge, and even his enemy is the entire old Dunling’s. Nobility.

  He found the target of the monster's revenge, but the target was too big to protect him.

  (End of this chapter)