Trafford’s Trading Club

"...In the name of the Omniscient and Almighty, the great Baki...I, the apostle of the great Omniscient and Almighty Baki, can save him!"

Solemn, sacred, and seemingly a little mysterious.

Dark night, street lights, chaos, everyone's gaze, and held breath.

The grief a woman feels when she looks at her husband.

At this moment, wearing a carnival mask, he seemed to have become a ferryman of souls, leaving an indelible impression on people...probably.

However.

"Isn't this the guy who made trouble just now? Don't make trouble!!"

"Get away!!"

A group of people surged forward and pushed the man in the carnival mask out. However, they continued to discuss in a whirlwind manner - but in this case, unless a miracle happened, the man who was shot would probably We can only return to the arms of the Lord.

"I'm telling you, you will be punished by the omniscient and almighty Bucky... Oh, don't hit, don't hit!! No slaps in the face... Who touches my dick!!! Ouch..."

Bucky crawled out from the crowd in embarrassment. He protected the carnival mask on his face with one hand. He hurriedly crawled to the lady holding her husband and said quickly: "Listen, madam! Your husband is alive too." It won't be long before you have a clear mind. Why don't you let me give it a try at this time? What if I can save you? If you don't allow it, then you will become the murderer of your husband! "

"Kill this bastard!"

"Wait..." The lady hesitated for a moment, then quickly wiped away the tears from her eyes and grabbed Bucky's arm forcefully, "You... can you really save him?"

Buck basically wanted to nod, but suddenly he remembered the explanation given by the maid about the ability of the props he had obtained, and took a look at the jeweled treasures on the lady's body. Suddenly an idea flashed, and he lowered his voice and said: "I think, I At least it can buy you some time to make a will for your husband."

The lady was stunned.

At this time, someone started to pull Bucky up, and then several people held him down at the same time, as if they were planning to hand him over to the police. The police were fighting with a holding man on the long traffic-jammed street. The man with the gun was fighting fiercely and had no time to worry about the situation here.

"Please...please wait a moment, I want him to give it a try." The lady suddenly said at this time.

"Madam, you are seeking medical treatment indiscriminately because of a sudden illness!" Someone shook his head, "God knows what he will do? Maybe he will cause your husband to die faster."

Although, it seems that the man who was shot will not live long.

"This is my husband, I have this power..." The lady took a deep breath, and then looked at Bucky: "But if you lie to me, I will make you regret it for the rest of your life!"

Bucky struggled a few times, but those who were holding him let him go. Bucky adjusted his copycat Ermenegildo Zegna suit, then put his hands on his chest and said seriously: "Madam, I think your husband will be happy with your decision."

The lady got up from the ground, grabbed Bucky's shoulders with both hands, pulled him in front of her, and lowered her voice: "Can you really give him time to make a will?"

"..."

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Bucky decided to make a quick decision, and without saying a word, he asked someone to move the shot man aside.

Several reluctant men worked together to lift the man who had been shot. They looked at the blood flowing out of his chest and felt trembling with fear.

At this time, Bucky didn't care about doing a lot of 'rituals', reciting a lot of 'spells' and the like to improve his professionalism.

He took out the small bottle given to him by the maid with one hand, opened it and quietly hid it in his collar, then pressed his hands lightly on the man's chest.

In the night, it was easy to see Bucky's hands glowing slightly with a milky white light. It gradually spread across the chest of the shot man.

These glimmers of light appeared intermittently, appeared and disappeared, and then appeared again quickly after disappearing. Someone with sharp eyes saw that the back of Bucky's neck and the ends of his hair were soaked.

The lady stared at her husband, then covered her lips in disbelief.

Because——the face of the man who was shot gradually started to look better. His eyelids began to move slightly, and then slowly opened... He spoke, a little weakly, but he did speak, "Is this... heaven..."

Finally, Bucky let go of his hands and stood up slowly. Because he was wearing a carnival mask, no one could see Bucky's trembling lips.

This blessing technique can only slightly stimulate people's potential. To put it bluntly, it accelerates the body's metabolism and gives people a feeling of health and spirit.

Bucky didn't know how many times he had used it back and forth. Anyway, he had finished a bottle of potion to restore his mental strength according to the maid's instructions. At this moment, he had a splitting headache, his eyelids were heavy, and he really wanted to fall asleep like this - —It’s best to sleep on a pair of big waves.

The man who was shot slowly stood up. Under the incredulous gazes of everyone, he unbuttoned his shirt and exposed the place where he was shot.

Except for the blood still sticking to the skin, there are no wounds here. "I...I'm not dreaming, am I? A miracle..."

"This...maybe it's a cover-up! These people...maybe they are in the same group!" Questioning voices came from the crowd.

Bucky put his hands against his chest and said calmly: "I am the omniscient and omnipotent one, the apostle of the great Bucky walking on the earth..."

His legs suddenly floated off the ground, then flew away from the sky and disappeared into the night in an instant...

The questioning voice was instantly drowned in the screams. Everyone looked up at the night sky blankly, but they never noticed that a trace of fanaticism flashed in the eyes of the man who was shot.

He murmured to himself, "The great omniscient One, the great omniscient One, the great omniscient One, the great..."

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Wow--! ! !

A horrified scream sounded from high in the sky, and then a figure fell upwards and landed on the rooftop of a building directly opposite the theater.

Doing this kind of free fall motion and hitting the rooftop directly, an ordinary person would probably be knocked down in an instant. But obviously this guy didn't - his body actually stopped the moment it was about to hit the rooftop floor.

After stopping abruptly less than ten centimeters from the ground, it landed on the ground again.

Bucky hurriedly stood up and took off his carnival mask, unable to hide the excitement in his eyes.

"Miss Youye! Did you see it, I did it! I saved that person! Really, I really saved the person!"

"Well done." The maid replied calmly.

Bucky chuckled, and then asked in confusion: "But why were you taken away so quickly? I think I can continue to perform, and I will definitely embarrass those guys who doubt me!"

"I have my plan." Youye shook his head: "Also, although the man is alive now, he is still in danger. Because you only accelerated the healing of his body wounds, but the bullets are still in his body. in."

Bucky thought for a while, "But he was supposed to be dead, but I gave him time..."

You Ye took out the emerald green...olive crown, "So you are lucky to have obtained the first source of faith. People are saved from the despair of dying, and after a moment of compression, their thoughts sublimate into the opposite. Your ardent admiration…what a lucky guy.”

What should I say?

Although there were some mistakes, the final result was much better than expected.

The maid at the club looked at Bucky a few more times, then walked into the night, "You can find a place to rest by yourself. That's it for today."

"Huh? What should we do next?"

"Do nothing...wait."

The maid left quietly. Bucky took a deep breath, then approached the fence of the rooftop, gradually calmed down, and looked at the chaotic streets below... Maybe he should wait until the scene was evacuated before leaving.

At this time, he suddenly thought of something and hurriedly ran to the iron door that was the only one leading downstairs.

"Locked, locked?? How should I get down..."

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On the moving stretcher bed, Caroline's eyelids moved and then slowly opened. She took a deep breath, started doing it suddenly, and then breathed heavily while touching her neck in panic.

The neck was red and there was a very conspicuous bruise.

Caroline looked around, and there were several injured people around her. Some of them looked like they had sprains, and some were lying on their backs playing with their phones.

There were many police cars around, and the originally blocked streets had been cleared a lot. Several police cars were parked nearby, with red and blue rotating lights flashing back and forth all around.

Suddenly, a police officer walked up to Caroline, knelt down and asked, "Miss, are you awake? Are you okay? Are you conscious?"

Caroline shook her head, nodded again, and opened her mouth to say something, but when she remembered her involvement in the Livia murder case, she swallowed it back.

"Miss, who is the assailant who attacked you? What is your relationship? Why did he want to kill you?" The police officer stared at Caroline and asked.

"That person?" Caroline looked nervous.

The police officer shook his head and said, "Escaped during the fight."

"I... my head hurts so much. Can... can you bring me a doctor?" Caroline was holding her head with a look of pain on her face.

The police officer had no choice but to say: "Miss, just wait, I'll be there right away."

Seeing the police officer walking away, Caroline quickly got up. The police officer also looked back frequently. When he saw Caroline's actions, he quickly stopped, but Caroline picked up the stretcher on the ground. He threw it towards the opponent and took advantage of this time to quickly rush into an alley next to him.

When the police caught up with her, she was nowhere to be seen.

"Call, call, there is a suspicious woman in her twenties wearing a light blue coat, about 1.75 meters tall, from Fourth Avenue..."

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11pm.

In a small lounge converted from a basement, many people gathered - and at this time, people were still arriving one after another.

Now two more men have arrived. Their car was parked far away, but the two did not get out of the car immediately.

"Boss Boston, Johnny has successfully escaped, but he was shot in the shoulder. Do you think we..." A man looked at Boston sitting in the driver's seat and asked.

These two people were clearly the Boston boss who kidnapped Caroline and Arnold.

"You can't look down on a woman, and you even took a bullet!" Boss Boston said in a bad tone at this time, "This Johnny is really getting better and better! However, since he is gone, let's ignore him for now, business is more important! Get off the car... It should start soon. When you go in, please be careful and don't cause trouble, there are some ruthless characters inside!"

The younger brother nodded, and then asked in confusion: "Boss, who are we going to see, and why are we so nervous?"

Boston shook his head and said: "I don't know, but he must be a very powerful guy. I just saw Jushi Asan's car, and he was here too."

"Big Rock Asan! His territory has two streets, and such a fierce man is here too?" The younger brother secretly said.

Someone like Jushi Ah San is already a big boss they look up to. And like the Boston boss he followed, they were just a small group of a few guys, doing some work here and there, and they didn't even have their own fixed territory - of course, there were many gangs like them in this city. .

Boss Boston opened the door, and many eyes in the lounge immediately focused on him. Boston saw some familiar faces, and there were also many faces that he needed to look up to.

He quickly walked in with his men and walked towards a corner of the lounge. A man with a scar on his forehead sat here early, and behind him stood two strong guys - these were the only guys Boston had any friendship with.

Boston also came here after getting the invitation letter from this guy.

"Has it started yet, Boss Lanqi?" Boston sat down and asked quickly.

"Why are you here?" Lan Qi frowned.

Boston shrugged, and when he was about to speak, Mr. Lanci suddenly made a silent gesture, "Shh, the real owner is here."

Boston quickly looked towards Lan Qi's gaze.

A woman wearing sunglasses, blond hair tied up, and wearing a black women's western-style suit walked out of the inner hall of the lounge. Behind the woman were four tall, strong men.

The woman looked around and then said, "I'm sorry, I just attended an important banquet and kept everyone waiting."

The woman had just finished speaking when a bald man chewing a cigar looked at his hands and said, "Who are you? Why did you summon us?"

The woman said calmly: "Are you satisfied with the five hundred thousand dollars that comes with the invitation?"

The bald man sneered: "If it weren't for the money you sent me, I wouldn't have come here, and I wouldn't have the patience to wait for you here for so long... But if you don't make your purpose clear, then five I'm sorry, I won't take out one hundred thousand."

"That was originally a greeting gift for everyone here. Of course I am happy that you can accept it." The woman smiled lightly, and then suddenly clapped her hands.

Everyone suddenly became nervous, and the younger brothers behind the boss quickly took out their guns.

"Don't be nervous, I'm just showing you something." The woman waved her hand.

One of the men behind her walked up to everyone carrying a black box. He placed the box in front of the counter and opened it.

"I hope you can become my partner and sell these things well." The woman wearing sunglasses stood with her hands behind her hands and looked at everyone again.

"What is this?" A fat middle-aged man stood up, walked to the counter, picked up the bags of coarse salt-like things in the box, and suddenly frowned, "This is... …bath salts?”

"It's a newly developed product." The blond woman with black sunglasses clapped her hands again at this time.

Two of the men she brought quickly walked back inside, and then escorted a sluggish guy in.

This depressed guy looked like he was suffering from a serious drug addiction. His expression was sluggish. After the two strong men threw him to the ground, the guy was even still smiling stupidly.

The blond woman gave the instruction again, and a man picked up a package of goods in a black box, took out a little, and fed it into the addict's mouth.

"You can see the effect." The woman said calmly.