Trafford’s Trading Club

Mr. Offee works very casually and does not always maintain his serious image.

In fact, in the office, taking off his suit, loosening his tie and rolling up his sleeves will make him feel more at ease.

At 7:40 pm, Mr. Offei, who had finished testing the new monitoring equipment, still did not leave his workplace and chose to work overtime.

There were still some remaining issues that were not well resolved at the joint press conference with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs in the afternoon. In addition, according to intelligence, a group of agents from abroad also sneaked into the country with unknown intentions.

"Sir, we caught a few people unexpectedly!"

Suddenly, the secretary broke into Mr. Offee's office, looking very anxious. Mr. Ao Fei knew that something serious must have happened, and his face suddenly darkened, "Who was caught?"

"They are people under federal investigation in the United States, two men and one woman!" the secretary said seriously.

"What's going on?" Mr. Aoife suddenly realized the seriousness of the matter.

"Sir, you asked me to thoroughly investigate the guest list on the day of the hostage case. I compared them one by one based on the surveillance video at the gate and the guest list, and found that several guys did not match the number." The secretary quickly said: "They were preparing to leave on the four o'clock train. Fortunately, our people arrived in time... However, during the pursuit, one of them got away."

"Did these guys say anything?" Mr. Offee asked quickly.

The secretary shook his head and said: "These guys are very tough and don't say anything. They just ask that we should be treated humanely. I'm thinking that maybe we should use veritaserum on some of them."

"Yes." Mr. Ao Fei was very decisive. "You go and prepare, and you must interrogate them as quickly as possible. I will be there right away! In addition, the guest list needs to be checked again, and I want to make sure that no one is missed!"

"Yes!" The secretary went out directly.

Mr. Offee rubbed his forehead. It seemed that the more in-depth the investigation into the hostage case in the theater that day, the more things were discovered. It was like a bottomless abyss.

He took a sip of coffee to refresh himself and planned to rush to the interrogation room immediately, but he suddenly remembered something and made a phone call back home.

"Hey, is it me, Bara... Well, is Louis back?"

"Dr. French brought Louis home in the afternoon. He is very well-behaved now and is writing his thoughts about today's visit to the Science and Technology Museum in his room. I am accompanying him."

"Thank you for your hard work, Bara." Mr. Aoife nodded and suddenly asked: "Where is he? Is he not at home?"

Mr. Offee has a difficult relationship with his father, Dr. French, something that Bara, as a maid, is well aware of. So she didn't mind Mr. Offee's use of 'he' as a reference.

"Oh, the doctor came back to watch the news and heard that there was another memorial gathering at the theater. He wanted to go over and have a look, so he went out after dinner."

"Well...it's okay." Mr. Aoife said calmly: "Please stay with Louis for a while. I may be back very late tonight, or I may not be able to come back."

"It's okay, I can work overtime." Bara quickly agreed, and then sighed: "Mr. Aoife, I really suggest you, maybe you should find another wife, this family is still missing one. The hostess’s.”

"Bara."

"Listen, what's going on?"

"sorry to bother you."

After Mr. Offei finished speaking, he turned off the phone directly, then loosened his pinched sleeves, buttoned them up, put back his tie, and then took off his suit jacket from the hanger and put it on.

When leaving the office, Mr. Offee suddenly covered the photo frame on the table... it was a photo of him and his late wife.

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The fingers of his left hand tapped a few times on the elbow of his right hand. The 'second cousin' suddenly frowned and looked at the time.

It hadn't been ten minutes yet, but he suddenly had a sudden impulse, and it seemed like something was going to happen. At this time, a woman was about to walk into the ladies' restroom next to her.

The 'second cousin' put his hand on the woman's shoulder without saying a word and said coldly: "It's being repaired inside. You can go somewhere else."

The woman was reluctant and asked: "Who are you? There is no maintenance sign here. Why can't I go in?"

The 'second cousin' narrowed his eyes slightly, "I said, if you can't come in, you can't come in."

The ferocious gaze and the fingers pinching the woman's shoulders frightened the woman immediately, causing her to back away, turn around and flee from the place in fear, not daring to look back.

The 'Second Cousin' glanced around, then walked directly into the ladies' bathroom - there happened to be a woman touching up her makeup in front of the wash basin. When she saw a fierce man coming in, she immediately screamed.

The 'second cousin' simply lifted up his clothes, revealing the pistol on his belt, and shouted: "Shut up and get out!"

The woman was so frightened that she clung to the wall, moved past her second cousin, and then ran very fast. The 'second cousin' then quickly walked to the toilet cubicle for the disabled, slapped it hard a few times, "Come out, the time is up! Leave right away!"

But there was no response from inside.

The 'second cousin' frowned and didn't intend to wait any longer, so he kicked the door open! What made him angry was that there was no one inside, and Caroline was nowhere to be seen!

The handcuffs were still hanging alone on the handrail next to them, with no sign of being opened. But the 'second cousin' found a bottle of medical anal lubricant on the toilet.

There is thick liquid left on the handcuffs...

The ‘second cousin’ immediately understood how Caroline unlocked the handcuffs!

"Shit!" He was so angry that he punched the door panel next to him, but he quickly realized that he had been guarding outside and did not see Caroline coming out. It's impossible to climb out of this toilet! So she must still be here!

But at this moment, the 'second cousin' suddenly felt a darkness in front of his eyes!

Something was put directly on his head - it should be a bucket - the kind of bucket used to mop the floor and hold water!

He soon realized that it was Caroline sneaking up on him!

But the toilet compartment is very narrow. Even though it is for disabled people, it is still not much spacious! The 'second cousin' just felt that he was kicked hard in the back, and he suddenly hit the wash basin forward.

The 'second cousin' pressed his hands on the wash basin, supported his body, and pulled out the pistol from his belt with one hand. When he was about to fight back, he suddenly felt an unbearable weight!

Caroline kicked his dick mercilessly from behind!

Legend has it that the pain level when this area is injured is comparable to a woman's childbirth... The 'second cousin' directly covered his crotch, and the pain came down - his head was still covered by the bucket.

Click, click, click.

The pistol fell to the ground at some point and slipped out.

Caroline shuddered suddenly at this moment, subconsciously picked up the pistol, and then pointed it at the 'second cousin'. Her hands were trembling and she couldn't hold it steady... She didn't dare to shoot.

She fled hastily.

As soon as Caroline rushed out of the corridor, she found that everyone around her was looking at her - she was panicking, holding a pistol in her hand. The crowd looked at her in horror, and some people even squatted on the ground in fear.

"Bitch! Don't even think about running away!!"

But the 'second cousin' had already rushed out, with a twisted expression and angrily heading towards Caroline. It's just that his dick was injured, and his running posture was somewhat inelegant.

Caroline no longer cared too much. She lowered her head, held the pistol, and rushed out of the hospital door.

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"Give way, give way...Thank you, thank you."

When Dr. French arrived, the memorial service had just begun. People invited a priest, holding a Bible and a cross. After the master of ceremonies finished his speech, it was the priest's turn to speak.

Dr. French finally made his way to the front of the crowd, took off his hat, and lowered his head to listen.

The priest's voice sounded slowly.

Dr. French was listening attentively, but at this time he was disturbed by the muffled comments of the two men around him and became a little irritated.

"Really, my brother-in-law is an officer in the police station. He told me that before their people arrived, the gangsters were actually unconscious, and all the guns were mysteriously dismantled. And I heard that the gangsters also It was equipped with a powerful bomb and even detonated, but it was magical but had no power..."

"You...did you hear a strange sound at that time?"

"Dear guest, do you need anything?" The man suddenly said quietly.

When the other party listened, his eyes narrowed slightly, "You...you heard it too? I, I thought it was an illusion at the time."

"No, I really heard it...At that time, there was something...an invisible thing...in the dark..."

"I, I really wanted to hear it... and I agreed... At first I just thought it was because I was too scared and was hallucinating..." This was the voice of the third man.

"My wife has been mentioning this matter to me in the past two days..." the fourth voice said.

Dr. French frowned. It seemed that gradually, more and more people began to discuss something that happened that day - he just pieced together a rough idea from the fragments of words he heard.

Most of them all heard the same voice, like a call from deep in their hearts.

That voice gives everyone the same thing.

Some people agreed, and some did not, but the result was that their common wish was realized and everyone was safe.

Then, at the end of the kidnapping case, there were several bizarre things. The gangsters collectively fell into coma, the guns were inexplicably dismantled, and the bombs that exploded lost their original power.

The voices of discussion seemed to be a little out of control.

The memorial service originally had a strange atmosphere, with everyone wearing black clothes and holding candles, and the surroundings were quiet.

It seems to be mysterious.

A mysterious feeling comes quietly.

Dr. French felt more and more something was wrong... Many people here seemed to have fallen into a strange mental state. They seem to be dominated by some of their own conjectures and unexplainable things in front of them, leading to a sense of awe for something in the dark.

Women hugged their children and joined in the discussion from time to time. The men were sometimes silent, sometimes trying to make some explanations, and sometimes unable to verify their opinions.

Someone seemed to have left quietly, not intending to participate in the memorial service that suddenly changed.

The pastor noticed that something seemed to have happened at the memorial service, so he cleared his throat, coughed twice, and solemnly said: "Please keep quiet."

As a result, everyone calmed down.

"Really...I really heard it..."

It seemed that... they had not calmed down completely, they were still talking quietly.

Dr. French shook his head, wanting to leave. As a scientist, he really disagrees with some people who support mysticism.

Anyway, flowers have been laid and a moment of silence has been observed.

"Thank you to the Lord for your mercy, allowing us to be saved in the disaster..." The pastor seemed to intend to end the memorial service with an unpleasant atmosphere as soon as possible, so he accelerated his progress.

Dr. French had already turned around, but at this moment, a man's voice suddenly came from the crowd, with a bit of hoarseness and a bit of disdain.

"God cannot save. He only creates people and then leaves them alone."

"Who!" The pastor's face suddenly darkened like a cat whose tail was stepped on, "Who is blaspheming!"

"I……"

The voice of the man who spoke came again from the crowd - the crowd began to move away, traced the source of the sound, and then gave way to a path leading straight ahead.

I saw a guy wearing a somewhat loose suit...and a mask. He raised his left hand and said slowly: "...I said it."

Masks are a ubiquitous type of carnival, and it even makes people feel like they are just something bought from a street stall.

Seeing that the crowd had given way, this strange man walked forward swaggeringly and came directly in front of the priest.

"Sir, what's the matter with you?" The pastor's cultivation is still very good... although this guy seems to have bad intentions.

The guy with the mask looked around... of course he was Bucky who had been ignored since the maid was still here.

Bucky also felt desperate. What could he do? There were police officers around the memorial meeting to maintain order.

What if there was nothing in the past - the key point is that his current identity is a wanted criminal on the run. Is it really a man for him to appear in front of the police openly and arrogantly?

Fortunately, he found a store selling Carnival masks - it's really not easy to find such Carnival masks in Rio, a carnival city.

Even so, Bucky's heart was still beating very fast at this moment. God knows if these police officers would come up and directly take off his mask, then balabala, and then he would have nothing to do anymore?

Is there someone watching somewhere...that black-hearted maid!

Bucky gritted his teeth, suddenly snatched the scripture from the pastor's hand, and said loudly, "I'm not targeting you, I'm saying that your faith is rubbish!"