The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

On the carriage of the Scaled family, Thomas sat there with a gloomy face, and Rafik, who was sitting opposite him, carefully accompanied him with a smile.

"Go back and contact your sister again. If she doesn't want her mother's grave to be bulldozed, she'd better think about it carefully."

"Sir, that Henrik...I think those demon hunters respect him very much. Is the CEO a high position?" Rafiq asked tentatively.

"That's a senior position in the investigation bureau. Our Lord Duke is the deputy director of the investigation bureau. Under his command, the four chief executives are directly under his command, and this Henryk is the fifth."

"Do you think his position is high?" Thomas asked back.

"Then what should we do? Such a big man, we..."

"Big man?" Thomas sneered, "The chief executive's position is indeed very high, but they are mainly responsible for supernatural events, and their usual work content has almost no intersection with us. Don't worry, the operation of this country is not because of those superhumans. The Scalides, he's nothing."

"Of course." Rafiq couldn't stop nodding.

"You have to remember, as long as you make sure you don't get caught by them, whether it's a demon hunter or a so-called executive, they are just beasts locked in a cage. On the contrary, we are the ones who stand outside and watch. "

"Use your brain more, we have many ways to cause trouble for them." Thomas urged.

"Then what should we do next? Henrik really doesn't seem to be short of money, and the bank won't have too much influence on him." Rafiq asked.

"Impossible. Our Scarlid family is known as a family that sleeps on gold coins, but even so, no one dares to say that he will never be short of money. Just wait and see, he will come to beg us." After thinking about it seriously, Thomas then ordered:

"Go and collect information to understand the raw materials needed in the process of telephone production and line laying, especially the more precious and scarce materials. Since you are not short of money, then I will try to control the source of the materials. Your telephone company next How should it develop."

A flash of pride flashed in his eyes, "I think uncle will be willing to help me with this matter." Thomas continued:

"Remember to send someone to send Rebecca the compensation for tonight's office early tomorrow morning, by the way, don't forget to send her a photo by the way."

"What photo?" Rafiq looked puzzled.

"Her mother's tombstone."

"Okay, sir." Rafiq lowered his head cautiously.

At this moment, Thomas opened the car window and took a glance, the expression on his face suddenly changed, "Capone, this is not the way back to Scarlet Manor, are you confused?!"

"No, he just fell asleep." A voice came from the driver's seat of the carriage.

Hearing this voice, the faces of Thomas and Rafik changed wildly, and then the speed of the car slowly decreased, and it stopped at the edge of the woods not far away. Before the two could take precautions, a figure flashed in the car, a tall man Appeared in front of the two.

"Excuse me." Sigmund smiled, took off his hat, revealed his shiny head, then raised his foot and kicked Rafik into the corner of the carriage, and then sat in his original position superior.

"If I were you, I would lie there obediently." Raising his arms, the tip of the cane pierced through the wood, and the sharp blade on the edge scratched the skin on the edge of Rafiq's cheek.

"Don't hurt me," Rafiq yelled, shrinking into the corner of the car, trying to stay away from the cane that pierced the wood.

"See you again, Mr. Thomas." Sigmund smiled and picked up the coffee pot on the table and filled the empty cup in front of him.

"What are you doing here? What did you do to Capone?" A panic flashed in the corner of his eyes, but Thomas quickly calmed down.

"He is a competent coachman, so I just let him fall asleep." Sigmund looked harmless to humans and animals, "Don't be nervous, I just came to talk to you about what you did before... "

"And what you're going to do."

"You heard it all." Thomas remained calm.

"This is Abetus, I know you are very angry with the Duke, but even the Duke himself cannot use his power unscrupulously. Everything I do now is legal, even in the face of Lord Duke, I can say the same."

Thomas's thoughts gradually became clear, and his confidence was restored. He slowly sat up straight, "Your Excellency, the newly promoted Fifth CEO, don't you want me to submit, what are you trying to do here? Kill me?" ?”

Taking a deep breath, Thomas fixed his gaze on Sigmund's eyes. He clenched his fists and leaned his body slightly. His tone became more serious: "The laws of the kingdom are above everything else, and the majesty of the Duke is also based on this. Think clearly." Do it again, the strength of the Skalid family is beyond your imagination."

"I tell you……"

"Slap!"

A voice interrupted Thomas' next words. On the tea table in front of him, there was a thick pistol with a blue halo.

Sigmund didn't speak, just tilted his head, and his fingers brushed the metal on Zhanlan Rose's body. After a while, he seemed to realize something, and suddenly raised his head and glanced at Thomas.

"Go on, I'm listening."

grunt.

The Adam's apple rolled, and the expression on Thomas' face froze, but after a few breaths, under the stimulation of panic and depression, the anger in his heart suddenly broke out.

"You dare to threaten me?!"

"Do you know me..." Before he finished speaking, the hard barrel of Zhanlan Rose pressed against the center of his forehead.

"Come on, kill me!" Thomas' self-esteem bottomed out after being hit one after another that night, and he stood up abruptly, roaring sharply with the thick gun barrel on his forehead.

The air in the compartment was almost frozen.

Rafiq, who was huddled in the corner, had a heart beating wildly at this time, and he was even a little out of breath because of nervousness, but at the same time he felt admiration for Thomas in his heart, "Not only is he born noble, such a Courage, I am far inferior."

"I've said it many times!" Thomas waved his arms, "This is Abetus, not a barbarian like you, you can do whatever you want..."

Boom!

There was a dull gunshot, and Thomas' body was knocked down on the sofa by the huge impact. He felt a numbness below his waist, and then a severe pain that almost tore his whole body in half broke out from his lower body.

"Ah... ah...!"

Blood gushed out of his mouth, his face instantly turned pale, he tried to open his eyes wide, and then he saw the huge blue pistol on the table.

"Why... his gun...?"

His vision began to blur, and he saw another ordinary pistol in the man's hand.

"Sorry, I just didn't want to beat you into a pulp, so I decided to change it temporarily." Sigmund said with a relaxed face, and then took out a stack of neat contracts from his pocket.

"Now, Mr. Thomas, we should have a good talk, right? Regarding the transfer of the manor, I think a gold pound is a reasonable price."

"What do you think?" Sigmund said sincerely.

With a messy face, Thomas spat out tremblingly, "Madman, you are a lunatic!!"

"I'm dying, and you want to talk to me about this?"