Sherlock Holmes

Crawford Capital Revolving Company.

In the lower city, this may not be a reputable debt institution.

It is located opposite the Hamilton Hotel, occupying the first to third floors of the office building. On the left is a manual laundry and on the right is the entrance to an apartment building.

It's neither impressive nor leaky, and there aren't even a few standard carriages parked at the door. Compared with those large-scale loan companies that can casually tell London banks, this one is really nothing.

However, sensible people know that the number of floors in an office building never represents the strength of the company, and reputation never represents the strength of a certain force.

Because what most people see only means that they deserve to see it to this extent.

For example, this small company with only three floors actually owns 8 economic industries registered with different agents, 15 hotels, more than 20 horse-drawn carriage rental stations, and more than 40 mobile hotels in various regions. Gambling houses, and more than 500 street girls.

The money earned from these industries will be remitted to dozens of short accounts through various channels at a frequency of half a year. No one knows that these accounts all belong to Crawford Capital Circulation Company, so even if the above If something goes wrong in an industry, it will never involve the company itself. Even if it is shut down by the government, you can just push out the legal staff, keep quiet for a few months, and then change the name of the company, and you can continue to operate.

This is the correct way to use the law

At this time, Sherlock was sitting in the living room on the first floor of this economic turnaround company. The beautiful waiter brought him a cup of tea and smiled gracefully.

This subtle show of goodwill can greatly gain the customer's favor.

"So Mr. Sherlock, what are your needs from our company?" The man sitting opposite was wearing a crisp suit and his hair was meticulously styled. Whether he was sitting or talking, it could be seen that he had rich reception experience.

"What is your position in the company?"

"Oh, sorry for not introducing myself, I am a financial approver, my name is"

This person spoke very politely, but his words did not fall out.

"You're not good enough yet. Please help me call someone with a higher level than you, the top person in charge here, or the boss behind this company." Sherlock said leisurely.

"What...?" The man was stunned and cast a puzzled look.

Sherlock lit a cigarette: "Believe me, this deal is bigger than you think, so find someone with a high enough position. This will save both me and you a lot of trouble."

He said it very sincerely. The person in front of him looked him up and down. He had been in this business for a long time. He knew that he couldn't judge the other person's wallet based on his dressing taste alone, so he hesitated and seemed to be doing a series of things. I struggled in my heart, but finally nodded.

"Please wait."

After saying that, he left.

Five minutes later, a middle-aged man wearing looser clothes walked into the living room, along with the financial approver and three guys who looked like bodyguards.

The middle-aged man at the head saw Sherlock, smiled and sat across from him, crossing his legs.

"Hello, sir." His tone was polite, but a little careless. He didn't even remember Sherlock's name: "It's very late now. Let's get straight to the point. This company is my company." After all, for matters under 100,000 pounds, we can finalize all the formalities within half an hour. Please hurry up as much as possible, I have an appointment later."

One hundred thousand pounds is indeed not a small amount in downtown, so his words are naturally confident.

Sherlock didn't need to observe or reason to confirm that the other party was indeed a person who could speak. Then he turned his head and looked at the bodyguards standing by the door and the slightly bulging outline of the pistol in his coat. He nodded with satisfaction:

"Okay, I will try my best to speed up. In order to finish it as soon as possible, can you tell me where you are keeping those people who did not pay off their debts in time?"

".?"

The middle-aged man opposite was obviously stunned for a moment, and then he started to look at Sherlock with a puzzled look.

Of course, this confusion was not because he didn't understand what the other party said. On the contrary, he understood what the other party wanted to do in an instant.

But I just don’t understand. Why does this guy dare to tell me this blatantly when he is the only one?

Moreover, he doesn't look like the kind of brainless desperado. After all, he doesn't look like he's carrying a gun, but he doesn't look like he's coming to ransom people either, because he doesn't even have a suitcase with money around him. .

"Actually, you don't have to look at me like this, I can find it myself. I just want you to tell me personally and take me there in person. There must be a witness for this kind of thing, otherwise everyone will not even know what mistakes they have made. Qing, if you don’t know why someone died, then eh, it’s not a big relief.”

"Ah--"

The middle-aged man chuckled and shook his head. He obviously didn't care about what the other person said. He just expressed his helplessness and ridicule, then stood up and prepared to leave.

This kind of idiot can just be left to his subordinates to deal with.

But the next second!

Just listen to a crisp sound of 'click'!

He just felt that everything in front of him suddenly flew upwards. Whether it was doors, tables, chairs, or paintings on the walls, they all rose half a meter in an instant, and then swept sideways diagonally!

The middle-aged man was confused and subconsciously looked at his lower limbs. Then, he saw a calf twisted at a weird angle! !

"ah--"

“Ahhhhh——————”

For a moment, severe pain rushed straight to his head. The middle-aged man had fallen miserably to the ground. One leg was bent forward at 90 degrees from the knee, and a broken bone poked out of his pants. Sparkling blood.

Of course, this was not the end, because the guy in the long windbreaker was standing in front of him. His face seemed to show a hint of impatience, and then he kicked the place where his bones were broken, and followed the trend. As soon as he crushed it, one hand grabbed his ankle and started to pull it out! ! !

Yes, that’s bullshit! !

It's like pulling out a handful of yellow but tough weeds from the ground! Together with the crushed soil and grass roots, they were all torn apart and then collapsed! This was originally supposed to be a very long scene, but in the face of the huge power, all the movements and sounds were compressed into a moment, and only a complex and huge syllable of "Bang!" was heard.

Something was torn off abruptly. Just hearing the sound was so shocking.