Steel steam and flame

After waiting in place for more than a minute, Delya was prepared for the sound of gunshots that would sound at any time and the muzzle flash ignited in the darkness. However, several trucks remained silent. During this time, no sound was heard. Only the headlights seemed to be getting brighter and brighter in their eyes.

Delya pressed the limo's horn button with her palm, and the sound of "beep" suddenly broke the rare silence. The sound spread around like waves, and after a second or two, it also submerged the trucks. The sound of the horn was harsh, and the rare buzzing of insects around them also disappeared at this time. The moths that hit the lamp were also disturbed by the sound, and their flying trajectories became extremely chaotic.

The trucks in front still didn't move at all. They seemed to have been embedded in a painting by someone's hands, remaining static there forever.

"Go over! But remember to be careful!" Delya didn't want to wait any longer. She opened the valve and drove the limo to slowly approach the trucks, paying attention to every move there.

As we got closer, nothing unexpected happened. The situation in the van was the same as what I had seen in the telescope. No one was left there. Apart from silence and dead silence, there is no trace of being alive here.

Delia, who was wearing Martin boots, got out of the limo and walked to the side of a truck with a clicking sound. She saw something next to a pair of load-bearing tires. It was a pistol with a brightly rubbed logo on it, which was the logo of the force to which Rox belonged.

She picked the gun up and looked at it. The safety bolt was opened and the gun was loaded, but the number of bullets in the magazine was correct and not a single round was fired.

Delya looked around, lowered her head and was thinking about what would happen here, when a call came from the other side.

"Boss, here!" her men exclaimed, waving their arms violently at her, gesturing for her to come quickly.

"What's wrong?" Delya asked as she walked there faster, her brows furrowed.

"Here, here, is Rox!" The man's words were a little unfluent because he didn't know how to express what he saw in front of him.

Seeing the expressions of her men, Delia already had the answer in her heart the next moment.

Inside the spacious cargo box, there were more than a dozen corpses neatly placed, and Rox's not yet stiff corpse was among them.

Jumping on the cargo box, Delya looked at the dozen corpses one by one. Except for Rox, who did not die because his neck was crushed to pieces, everyone else died from this reason.

There are clear marks left there because the hand was held with too much force, which caused the bruises in the subcutaneous tissue to appear as purple marks, roughly outlining the outlines of the left and right palms respectively.

After pressing the necks of several people, his fingers sunk in without any obstruction. Under the intact skin, the damage caused by that palm was much higher than Delya had expected.

Finally standing in front of Rox, Delya looked at Rox who had not closed his eyes. There was blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth. The fatal injury was a punch to the heart. The shock of force had completely destroyed the heart, and the broken ribs were pierced into it. The lungs in the chest were also fragmented due to the hard and sharp ribs.

The time of death was not long, and Delya's fingers could feel the temperature of their corpses, which was about the same as that of ordinary people. But there was no sign of the murderer here, and the slave Lina also disappeared. The radio generator was of course taken away. Except for the palm outline marks left on the corpses, Delya didn't have any valuable clues about the person who killed Rox.

"Who would be interested in that slave? Even if we don't look at the intimidation of the forces behind Cross, in this Brino, anyone with a little bit of insight will know that no matter who buys Lina, In the end, it will all come down to Frangli. Taking Lina away here, although on the surface, it only provoked Rox, but with Frangli's current temperament, he will definitely not let this go. It doesn't matter. She is Silla's sister, and Franli may be more interested in her than Silla." Delya asked her men to get in the car and leave here, and on the way back to the trading building, she gave Fo A communication was sent from Langley.

The person who received the communication was an old man, and Delya knew from the voice that it was the housekeeper beside Franli who helped with trivial matters. After exchanging some polite words with him, Delya told the housekeeper about Rox in detail.

"Thank you, Miss Delia. I think Master Francois will be interested in this news." The butler said, "I will inform the young master about this. The party will be held soon. Please invite Delya." Miss Ya is ready in advance. The young master told me that Miss Delya is very welcome to come and participate. And Master Franli’s conditions, Miss Delya, look at..."

"I just came here to tell you today. I don't want to accept any of Master Frangli's conditions. I hope you can understand, old housekeeper Perricon." Delya's face suddenly turned cold, and the following words were almost word for word. Without waiting for Perricon over there to say anything, he cut off the radio connection between the two.

"Boss..." As soon as the microphone was hung up, Delya's subordinates shouted out, with sad expressions on their faces.

"Needless to say, I know what you want to say. If the higher ups really give up, the worst we can do is leave Brino. The empire and the gray zone are so big, there are many places we can go, so don't worry." Dale Ya quickly picked up the limo and said, "Now go back to the trading building and buy some things to make the necessary preparations."

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Perricone stood next to the communication machine with a microphone in his hand. Just as he was about to speak the words he had thought about in his mind, his thoughts were completely interrupted by the electronic noise coming from him. After putting the microphone back unsteadily, he turned around and looked at the young man sitting not far behind him.

"Master, look..." Perricone asked, approaching Franli.

"This is something to be expected. This is the character of Delya. Wasn't it the same when I met her for the first time?" A chuckle appeared at the corner of Franli's mouth, "Let this matter go for now and deal with it after the party. It’s not too late. I’ll leave Lina’s matter to you, and I hope to get a satisfactory answer before the day of the party.”

"Yes, Master." Perricon lowered his head and said. Then he looked forward. On the soft dark brown carpet, there was a person kneeling. His whole body was tied tightly with soft steel cable ropes as thick as his thumb, and his whole body was covered in blood. The man's consciousness had become weak. At this moment, a pair of blood-stained eyes were staring at Flory in front of him, and he was breathing intermittently from his nose.