The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

Albert Drum showed a reluctant smile, held the cigarette in his mouth, and extended his right hand to shake hands with Elok who had just stood up. Then responded:

"I don't know either. But in any case, we have come to a conclusion."

"That's good. No matter what the conclusion is, as long as there is a report, the price will remain unchanged." Alok responded indifferently. "Anyway, it doesn't matter to me who it is."

"Maybe." Albert Drum shrugged.

He and Elok sat down together, facing each other. At this moment, Miss Serling also came in with two cups of black tea, smiled and placed them in front of the two of them.

After Miss Serling left, Alok looked at Albert Drum's face with a smile and asked, "Then what conclusion did you draw? Of the three people, who is the murderer?"

"That Sheriff. That Sheriff is the murderer." Albert Drum took a puff of cigarette and directly came to his conclusion.

But the result surprised Alok. He thought Albert Drum would say that the green hair was the murderer.

"Oh? Why?" Alok asked doubtfully.

Albert Drum pressed out the remaining cigarettes in the ashtray and began to give Alok a detailed report on his work over the past three days.

"First of all, it's about the green guy. I didn't find him. Although the people over there did know that such a person existed, he hasn't appeared for a while. I guess he died in a sewer somewhere. This is normal for a drug addict."

Alok nodded with interest. He seemed to have met the green-haired man once. I really didn’t expect that he would die as soon as I said that.

"The second one is about the new police chief, Florian. He broke the rules recently and was under investigation recently. So he has become a lot more honest. And there are many people who are dissatisfied with him. And you said The Viscount Burke who arrived is one of them."

"My suggestion is to put the blame on his head. As a mature man, you have to understand the principle of pushing others against you."

Albert Drum picked up the black tea in front of him, blew two sips of the foam on it, and tasted it. Waiting for Alok's response.

When he first heard the news, Alok suddenly understood the reason why Florian had not appeared in the past few days. It looked like he was in some trouble.

This is the shortcoming of being in a government unit. There are always factions. If you get involved, you will definitely be surrounded by two sides.

If possible, I would definitely help the big guy. Although I have too much time to take care of myself now.

"Is there anything else? I want to hear detailed information. Including what the investigation is, and his relationship with Earl Burke, etc." Alok asked.

"Of course." Albert Drum put down the teacup, changed his position to half-lying, leaned on the right armrest of the sofa, and crossed his legs and said:

"It is said that it was due to an explosion in Garousan District, as well as murders and arson cases. It seems that they are all related to the deputy chief of police who just arrived. Although such cases are not uncommon in Garousan District. But if It would be very difficult to talk about it.”

"very troublesome!"

Arson and murder, bombings. Aren't these the incidents I caused?

So it seems that I influenced Florian's career?

I'm so sorry! Big guy.

He sighed in his heart, sighed helplessly, and continued to listen to the news about Albert Drum.

"As for Viscount Bock, it's because Florian reached out to the field of drug trading when he first arrived, hoping to gain merit. So, of course, Viscount Bock has a lot of opinions about him."

"I see." Alok nodded thoughtfully.

He looked at the ashtray on the table and understood that Florian had taken this step because of me. He couldn't help feeling guilty. He patted his thigh and recognized this friend.

Albert Drum was still analyzing, looking at Elok's changing expression, he continued:

"So. It is most appropriate to put this hat on the head of this police chief. As for Viscount Bock, I don't recommend you to operate on him now. Even if you hope to get more shares of Damea drugs, don't operate directly. It's reasonable. The distribution is the most appropriate.”

He smiled bitterly and said hesitantly: "Although it seems that I am short-lived by saying this, I still suggest this."

"That's all I know. After this, I'm going to take a vacation down south with my family and never come back."

He felt a little panicked, but mostly calm.

As he searched deeper for the truth, it frightened him more and more. This is not an investigation into murder and drug abuse. This is clearly one drug gang investigating another drug gang.

What a Sheriff, what a drug dealer. The Sheriff is probably from Mr. Phasma in front of him, and Viscount Bock is the drug gang that competes with their family.

As for why?

A family that has a business conflict with the Viscount Bock drug cartel. Who else but another drug cartel?

But today, all he has left is the calmness in his heart, hoping that Mr. Phasma will be as gentle and polite as he appears.

He didn't want to face the dispute between the two drug gangs, nor did he want to live in fear every day and night. But for the sake of his family and the money, he was willing to take the risk.

It’s the price you pay to get something.

He only hoped that Elok would not kill anyone again and would not cause trouble for him.

His last sentence made it very clear. I won't tell anyone. I will go to a distant place for a long vacation and will not interfere in it again. Please let me go.

"Navist is a beautiful place. The sunset by Lake Sitori is beautiful. Although I have only seen it once, I will never forget it." Alok whispered.

Albert Drum was overjoyed and showed a somewhat thankful smile: "It looks like a good place for vacation."

"That's right. Our deal is over." Alok replied with a sigh.

He took out the 300 dubens he had prepared from his pocket and placed it on the table. Then he got up alone and walked towards the door.

He pressed the hat on his head, and the brim of the tricorn hat covered his eyes. But his heart was exceptionally clear.

I found a slightly dark path under the scorching sun and transformed into a cat. The little bear was carried on his back, hugging Alok's neck, feeling quite happy.

He searched for the direction and rushed towards the destination.

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The lobby of Dark Night Rose is the time for young lovers to have afternoon tea in the afternoon. Of course, no one knows what is going on under the desktop.

Sebas got up at this time and came to the lobby on the first floor.

Having lived in the bar for a long time, he has adapted to the environment here. Let him have no shame in such a life.

He immediately spotted Roger sitting in the corner. That seat is where Alok often sits. Under normal circumstances, he will first take a look to see if there is that person there.

What was somewhat unexpected today was that Roger was the only one sitting there.

He walked up slowly and said hello: "Second Officer Roger."

"Your letter." Roger expressionlessly handed the letter that Alok asked him to deliver to Sebas.

"Oh? Whose? How could I have a letter?" Sebas asked in surprise.

"Alok left this for you. It's probably an action plan." Roger still looked expressionless and gloomy.

Sebastian's brows suddenly raised, he quickly took the letter and opened it directly.

He frowned slightly and asked, "Have you seen it?"

Roger didn't answer, but glanced at Sebas with an expression that said, "Do you even need to ask?"

"It's rude to pry into other people's privacy at will." Sebastian accused.

Roger squinted at Sebas, half lying on the sofa, and said nonchalantly:

"The captain gave it to me, and it was unsealed just because I could read it. This is a tacit understanding between us. If he didn't want me to read it, I wouldn't have known that there was another letter."

"He was always suspicious."

"I think I'm very suspicious of you. Mr. Phasma is very respectful of others." Sebastian blamed in a bad tone.

Then, he opened the letter angrily and read the contents.