Trafford’s Trading Club

It looks like a luxurious manor on the outside...but it's actually the place where the Knights of the Round Table gather in the foggy city.

The manor is owned by the Sir Pukins family. After centuries of continuous construction, it has become a sizable base.

In the interrogation room.

Reid slowly woke up from a state that felt like he had traveled around hell. Along with his wakefulness came the pain that seemed to burn his soul.

He couldn't help but groan in pain... Then, the first thing he saw was his own hands.

His hands were bloody and bloody, as if they had been fished out of a fire, but at the same time, his hands were still shackled, and his whole body was locked to a metal chair.

"What a tenacious vitality. He can wake up so quickly."

In front of Red was the pale face of a weeping clown... one of the Twelve Knights of the Round Table, Dalgoni!

Not only Dalgony, but also Gareth and Mr. Pugins, who sat silently and held a cane.

This senior cadre of the 'Doomsday Myth' suffered horrific injuries. The Knights of Fog City brought him back from death. In fact, they spent a lot of precious medicines that were not necessary to save him.

But they had to do this because if they couldn't learn the whereabouts, contact information, and next plans of the remaining members of the 'Doomsday Myth' from Red, the country would probably face a horrific disaster in three days.

At this time, under Red's blank gaze, Mr. Clown magically conjured a remote control from his palm.

Under Red's eyes, which seemed to realize something, Mr. Clown smiled, stretched out a finger, and pressed it slowly in front of his eyes.

Instantly, a huge current surged into the metal chair.

A shrill scream resounded, and Red's body, which was mostly burnt, was now twitching crazily... Gareth frowned and couldn't help but said: "Dalgoni, we don't have much time, you If we stun him, how much time will we waste?"

"Don't worry, I figured it out." Mr. Clown let go of the button and shrugged: "I'm just doing a demonstration, a demonstration that can save us time. I believe smart people will know what to do next. You have to answer honestly...am I right, Mr. Reid?"

As the clown said, the electric shock did not make Red unconscious, but only caused him to endure inhuman torture.

But when faced with the clown's question, he weakly raised his head and showed a disdainful smile, "If I don't tell you...will no one of you be able to sleep?"

The corners of the clown's lips raised slightly, "Of course, I hope you will remain silent."

He pressed the button again, and the metal chair connected to the current was emitting sparks visible to the naked eye... Red's body twitched even more crazily, and his eyes even turned white.

"Red! How many people are there in your 'Doomsday Myth'! Where are they hiding! Where is the target of the next attack?" Gareth asked quickly at this time, "I hope you can end your current pain. Please cooperate with us."

At the same time, he reached out and snatched the remote control from the clown's hand... Mr. Clown turned his lips aggrievedly, squatted on the ground, and looked up.

Gareth ignored it and just reached out to grab Red's hair and raised his head. "As long as you are willing to cooperate, we can give you an extradition order and make you a legal non-person in this country. We will also come forward to fight with Magic." The Master Association will negotiate and withdraw their wanted order against you... Sunshine, you want that too, right?"

Reid still sneered, his voice was broken, "You... agreed to the request... the sunshine... belongs to us as well..."

Gareth frowned and said: "Do you know what you are doing? Cede the entire Northern Ireland and make you duli... Do you want to announce your existence to the world? Do you want to provoke a war?"

"The snake of shadow is about to reappear...and this is...the beginning...from, from death...ah!!!!!!"

"Dalgoni!!! Please give me enough!"

Seeing Red fall into coma after this electric shock, Gareth's gentle face instantly became extremely stern.

At this moment, Mr. Clown was seen squatting at Gareth's feet, quietly stretching out his fingers and pressing the electric shock button... He was so skinny that he had no friends.

Gareth shook his head. After this third electric shock, Red might not be able to wake up in a short time... He sighed, walked to Mr. Pukins, frowned and said: "Sir, this Red has done a lot of drug resistance training, and our Veritaserum obviously won't work on him. If he insists on not revealing it, I'm afraid..."

Mr. Pukins rubbed the carving on his cane and remained silent... But at this moment, the door of the interrogation room suddenly opened.

I saw a woman wearing a purple dress, black eye shadow, and an excellent figure slowly walked in... Mr. Clown whistled, stood up, flicked his fingers slightly, and in a flash, three flying weapons appeared between his fingers. knife.

Gareth frowned, "Psychic Witch...Gillian Anderson? Why are you here?"

"I asked her to come." Mr. Pukins breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Gareth, I think we need to use her ability to obtain the information of the 'Doomsday Myth' from Red in the shortest possible time. intelligence."

While he was talking, the woman in the purple dress walked over to Pukins, sat on the armrest of the chair, reached out to hold Pukins' chin, "Dear Pukins, Kings, I hope you will keep your promise.”

"Don't try to control my mind, Gillian." Faced with this charming beauty, Pukins remained unmoved, his eyes as clear as lake water, "I will keep my promise, but relatively, you can help me... … This was just a forced transaction.”

"Of course, you are a descendant of the great King Arthur." Ms. Gillian smiled slightly, then glanced at Gareth and the Joker, and then walked up to Red.

Gareth still frowned and looked questioningly at Mr. Pukins.

"I promised her that she would have the opportunity to visit that person." Pukins shook his head.

"That person..." Gareth suddenly thought of something and his face changed slightly, "Sir!"

Pugins waved his hand and said: "Including the time we need to deploy after we know the information about the doomsday myth, if you are confident that you can obtain the information from Reid within half an hour, I will not hesitate to terminate this time. trade."

Gareth could only remain silent...for half an hour? With Reid's level of arrogance, I'm afraid he won't be able to say a single useful word for half a month.

"Hmm... I'm curious, how did you capture Red, a silver-level magician." Ms. Gillian was spinning around the metal chair, and her fingers began to trace Red's shoulders, "This is A ruthless character who has been wanted by the Magicians Association for ten years... Is it because of this Mr. Clown? It seems that your superhuman intuition will be a good nemesis for Red's time travel technique."

"It's not me." Mr. Clown shrugged, not intending to elaborate.

"Really?" Ms. Gillian didn't seem to care, and after walking around in a circle, she came to Red and held his face up with her hands.

Her eyes suddenly turned black... completely turning into a pair of completely black eyes, extremely weird!

About ten minutes later, Ms. Gillian stretched and said with a smile: "Okay, there is protection in Red's will, which can prevent the prying eyes of psychic magic. But I have bypassed it, and there are about two of you next. Ten minutes, if you want to know anything, ask as soon as possible.”

After saying that, Ms. Gillian gave Mr. Clown a wink and reiterated: "I only have twenty minutes. It would be bad if it was wasted on me."

Mr. Clown had no choice but to take back what was flying between his fingers.

Before leaving, Ms. Gillian suddenly looked at Mr. Pukins and chuckled: "Prison... I will notify you when I go."

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In the room, Will got through the pain of adapting and after regaining his breath, he climbed up with difficulty and looked at the man in black trench coat standing in front of him in horror.

He seemed to hear something else... What came out was the child's shout.

Gangs...criminal syndicates, or what?

With the action of getting up, Will quietly opened the phone in his belt... He didn't know who the call would be, he just hoped that someone would answer and hear the conversation.

"Are you here to arrest that child?" Will frowned, "Were you also responsible for the injuries on his body? You actually abused a minor?"

"If you don't want to cause trouble, then don't cause trouble." The man in the trench coat stood in front of the door with his hands folded. "Don't worry, we will disappear from your eyes and we won't cause you any trouble in the future."

Will said angrily: "But you took an injured child away from me! Now I seriously suspect that you are doing some illegal activities, and even illegally confine and abuse minors!"

The man in the trench coat shook his head, seeming a little impatient, but still said casually: "You don't want to know the origin of the child you are talking about... What are you doing with your hands?"

As he said that, he took a step forward, reached out and pinched Will's arm, and forcefully pulled his arm out, "Phone? Are you playing tricks?"

"Let me go! You criminals!! Let go..."

The man in the trench coat threw Will's phone to the ground, then pulled him away and threw him towards the wall. "It seems that letting you sleep would be a better choice."

He sneered and walked towards Will.

Will watched in horror... But at this time, there was a huge noise outside the door, which seemed to be the sound of smashing. The man in the trench coat frowned immediately, waved his hand again, and knocked Will to the ground... He was in such pain that he couldn't get up.

"I'll deal with you later."

With that said, the man in the trench coat opened the door and walked out.

…

Outside, a man in a windbreaker had fallen to the ground at some point, and the reception desk of the community center had become a mess early on.

But the orc brother and sister have been forced into a corner.

They really had too many ways to deal with the orcs, not to mention that the underage Simpton, one of the two orcs, did not take action and just watched indifferently.

"Sir? What happened?"

The man who was looking at Will hurriedly came over, but saw that Simpton just nodded... The man glanced at it and frowned, "Sir, since both targets have been found..."

What greeted him was Simpson's cold gaze.

He had no choice but to swallow his words and then looked at the two little orcs in the corner.

"Sister..." The boy hid behind the girl in fear.

The girl protected him with one hand, and at the same time stared at the enemies besieged in front of her, and whispered: "Oga, I will pester them later. Just run when you see the opportunity. Keep running, you know! Leave here." After that, you run towards the tallest building! Be sure to go to the seventeenth floor, the room with the swimming pool! There may be someone there who can protect you! But that guy is hard to tell! You have to be careful! "

"Sister, I won't leave!"

"Be obedient!" The girl looked into the boy's eyes, "I promise, I will be fine! Then I'll go find you!"

As she said that, the girl grabbed the boy's arm and threw it out fiercely. At the same time, her body kicked out and crashed directly into one of the men in black trench coats who was surrounding him.

Her development did not reach the level that an orc should have. She was more agile but lacked strength. This collision did not knock a qualified knight to the ground.

But what frightened her was that her actions didn't work... When she came back to her senses, she saw that Oga had not escaped smoothly.

Instead, Simpson easily grabbed his calf, lifted him up, and then fell heavily to the ground.

Simpton smiled slightly at this time, lifted up his windbreaker... and quickly drew out a narrow sword, about to penetrate Oga's body directly.

"don't want!!!"

The girl screamed in despair. At this moment, white fluff began to grow all over her body, and her amber pupils turned dark red!

Tsk tsk tsk! ! ! !

In the midst of lightning and flint, a white gas suddenly spurted out at this moment. This white gas emitted extremely fast, filling the entire reception room in an instant. At the same time, a harsh buzzer sounded at the reception desk.

Simpton held his nose and waved his arms to drive away the white gas around him.

When the gas partially dissipated, a fire extinguisher was seen rolling on the ground... but the two little orcs had disappeared!

"Where are they!"

Outside the community center, Will was seen hugging the handsome boy, hurriedly getting into a yellow car, and then rushed out!

The great knight of the majestic knight organization actually let two little orcs escape under his nose. Simpton's face instantly turned gloomy and ugly, "How...how did you watch?"

"I'm sorry, sir, I've already beaten him to the ground. I didn't expect..." The man lowered his head and apologized quickly.

"Hmph! Not fast enough to catch up!" Simpson said angrily.

The man nodded quickly...looking at the little yellow car running away, there was a flash of relaxation on his face.

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ps: (6/27)