Ghost Shelter System

On the second floor of the villa, Benoit held a wine glass and told the story of the black magic.

Three years ago, the Gallic Brotherhood was at its peak, and now Gothic Tomahawk and Marseille Light have no qualifications to be on an equal footing with them. The Gallic Brotherhood can even intervene in the affairs of gangs in other countries, and its relationship network has even entered the realm of parliament.

At that time, Benoit was the deputy of the Gallic Brotherhood. He followed the then boss to Great Britain and negotiated a very strange business.

Benoit clearly remembered that the person he met with his boss at that time was a very gentle man.

That gentle man made an unusual sound with them.

Human life business!

They need people, a lot of people, and they need to sell some people to them through the Gallic Brotherhood, and specify those who need to live.

The Gallic Brotherhood has also done this kind of business, so the discussion was very pleasant.

However, the other party pointed out that on the day of delivery, the boss of the Gallic Brotherhood would personally bring someone over to inspect the goods.

"Because it was a sky-high business, Mr. Hausen brought people there for the benefit of the organization. But after that, Mr. Hausen disappeared. His family also disappeared from the world, and the other senior members who went there also disappeared. "

"Who is the buyer?"

Benoit shook his head with a wry smile: "I don't know. I later sent someone to inquire. He used a pseudonym, and this business was negotiated by Mr. Howson from the beginning. I don't know the content and process of the business. "

Qin Kun took a sip of wine.

"What about the 'black magic' in you?"

Benoit recalled: "About half a month after Mr. Howson disappeared, the organization needed to re-elect a leader. Another competitor and I both had our own supporters, but the Gallic Brotherhood did not want to lose because of the two of us. split, so some senior senior cadres suggested that if any of us can bring the exact death information of Mr. Howson or the information of his enemies and give everyone an explanation, whoever can sit in this position. So I took some people and went to Great Britain .”

"Mr. Howson may have had a premonition that something would happen to him. Before leaving, he mentioned that the man was from East Sussex, so we went straight there."

"Have you found the whereabouts of Mr. Howson?"

Benoit smiled bitterly: "How is that possible? I found a strange forest. It... is full of dead people!!!"

The wind was a bit cold, and Benoit couldn't help but shudder when he mentioned this matter, even though his body was full of blood.

"That forest is extremely scary. Many dead people died with their heads cut off. It seems that most of them committed suicide. It was a devil's forest, the second most terrifying place I have ever seen!"

"The second most terrifying thing?"

"Yes, the most terrifying place is the mental hospital at the end of the forest!!!"

The cigarette ashes fell into the wine glass, and Qin Kun poured the wine away. Benoit looked horrified, as if he was recalling something he didn't want to recall. Qin Kun had never seen him so gloomy after meeting this temperamental boss.

and……

I know this place.

Decapitated forest, closed hospital.

Soul Castle!

European Soul Castle! ! ! The existence beyond the Three Tombs Mountain.

Those people who were bought and sold were actually used for experiments?

Qin Kun's mind immediately made sense.

If I guessed correctly, Benoit's former boss, Mr. Howson, was tricked!

The traders asked them to take people there in person, but in fact the purpose was definitely not the ordinary people they kidnapped, but the elites of the Gallic Brotherhood. It was these strong gangsters who were really going to be used as experimental subjects.

First, these people can be killed, the gang's power can be weakened, and public order can be stabilized.

Secondly, it can rescue those kidnapped and improve the authority of those in power.

Thirdly, those scientific researchers can put aside most of their inner burdens when conducting experiments. After all, the subjects of the experiments are a bunch of scum.

No matter how much more, Qin Kun could not have thought of it, but when he thought of this method, Qin Kun's neck felt a little cold. The real experimental subjects had no human rights. He was very lucky that the lunatics in Sanfenshan did not regard him as a guinea pig. And let him survive.

"Do you know how scary that mental hospital is? The patients in the corridor are no different from the walking dead. They are crazy, paranoid, and even cannibalistic! And the most important thing, they... have black magic!"

Benoit noticed that Qin Kun was silent and laughed at himself: "Forget it, you may not believe it. It's too bizarre. The black magic on me was acquired at that time. At that time, I sneaked into the mental hospital and discovered I ran back immediately after getting weird. At first, I had weird blisters on my body, which later became severely ulcerated and have not been cured over the years..."

After unexpectedly receiving news about the Soul Castle, Qin Kun was helpless, but there was still no news about the Holy Spirit.

"Are you saying that those mental patients who are like walking corpses already know ghost arts?" Since Benoit didn't have the whereabouts of the Holy Spirit, Qin Kun simply asked some questions about Soul Castle.

"Yes! Black magic is very powerful. Six of us went there, but only two came back. One was me and the other was Bertrand." Benoit's bodyguard, Bertrand, a man in sunglasses, was called over.

Qin Kun had long discovered that Bertrand had a faint black ghost aura. After Bertrand was called over, Benoit said: "Bertrand was outside at the time, so he was not affected by any black magic, but he is the only proof that I am the one who was attacked by black magic.”

"What else did you find there?"

"No more. At that time, we left there overnight. Later, when we returned to the headquarters, we learned that my competitor and the people he led were all dead. As a result, the strength of the Gallic Brotherhood was greatly reduced. Gothic Battle Ax, Light of Marseilles It was only in those few years that the two gangs had a chance to rise."

The ups and downs of the gang's history did not interest Qin Kun much, but the Soul Castle and the disappearance of Benoit's competitors were involved in it. The article in it was very large and too complicated. Even if you peel off the cocoons, you can't see clearly. What is hidden deep inside the chaotic incident?

…

In the evening, Qin Kun returned to his residence with doubts. Narrand Robert still harassed Marceline every day. The five-year-old boy really didn't understand the love between men and women. What he lacked might be maternal love, so he relied on Mercerine. Lin here.

Narrand Robert has not yet grown into the future Golden King. After all, his temperament is too young, and he is too different from the future lewd lion.

Qin Kun made a cup of coffee in the living room and found the Golden King in Marceline's arms, saying goodbye to her.

"Maceline, I may have to leave you."

"Where are you going?" Marceline never thought that she was in a relationship with a little boy. She probably regarded him as her younger brother.

"Great Britain. In this battle, the Light of Marseille has taken the lead. We are leaving France and going to Great Britain to cultivate and recuperate."

Marceline smiled and touched the Golden King's head: "You are the future Marseille Lion. You can be the king no matter where you are."

The Golden King received great encouragement, nodded heavily, and said to Qin Kun: "After I leave, you must take good care of Marceline! Don't let her be bullied by others!"

The Golden King spoke extremely seriously, and Qin Kun blew a puff of smoke into his face: "Just take care of your woman. Don't bother me."

The Golden King's little face turned red after being criticized, and he couldn't worry about Marceline, which was especially cute.

He hates Qin Kun very much, but Qin Kun is the only person around him who sees himself as a man, even though he is full of bad habits, despicable, very greedy for money, and has the bad taste of shaving people's heads.

"Then I'm leaving, Marceline, remember I want to marry you!"

The little boy's farewell also had a childish sadness. Qin Kun shook his head helplessly and heard Marceline ask: "If I have the opportunity to go to Great Britain, where should I find you?"

“East Sussex!”

Qin Kun was startled, isn't this the location of Soul Castle? !

Is it possible that the Light of Marseille...will also become an experimental subject?

"Hey." Qin Kun said to the Golden King: "Do you know who chose that place for you?"

The Golden King looked at Qin Kun. Although he was unhappy that Qin Kun had disturbed his farewell to Marceline, he still replied: "Of course I know! It's Baron Andre."

"Where is he?" Qin Kun asked.

"Why should I tell you?"

Qin Kun clenched his fists, unclenched them again, and said with a slight smile: "Maceline, such a cute little boy, isn't it worth a kiss just to say goodbye?"

Marceline glared at Qin Kun. She actually wanted to kiss him. After all, she was a prostitute. Except for little Robert, she had never been taken so seriously by anyone. However, the other person is the future Marseille Lion, and she is not qualified to kiss him.

With Qin Kun speaking, Marceline had another reason to hold up the Golden King's little face and take a sip.

The Golden King was so excited that he was so grateful to Qin Kun.

The Golden King looked at Qin Kun with a silly smile on his face: "Baron Andre is in the Sacred Heart Cathedral, the former territory of our Marseille Light. When you go to see him, you can say that you are my friend! He will definitely meet you."