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"Although you have accepted Athena's employment, don't forget, after my brother becomes the mayor, who will the city listen to?" Faslag threatened the detectives.

The words did have an effect.

The malicious reminder softened the attitude of the detectives, and they all restrained their sarcastic eyes - but it didn't mean that they changed their eyes, they just turned their heads and no longer looked at Fazlag.

Faslag was satisfied with the effect. No matter how proud they were, they knew they shouldn't offend him at this moment.

Making those who are more talented than you bow to yourself is an essential skill for a good officer.

He is just a very good officer.

Besides, they owed him.

Faslag moved out of the city because of Athena Burruge's plan and lived in this small town. He should be paid.

"Now tell me, how are she and my brother progressing in this great undertaking? They have new news for you. I see that your numbers have decreased. What is the new mission?"

he asked them, crossing his legs.

"On a small matter, we had a small dispute with government officials on the issue of purchasing land. The size standards they used were different from those in other cities, which caused the funds we prepared to be insufficient. Now Ms. Bailuge asked us Re-negotiate with them in the past, or apply for more credit from the firm.”

Detective Hook told a lie and hid Fathlagh from him.

The fact is that Caroline Culles did not put much trust in the Spider Priest Athena Bollugo. He privately hired a small detective agency to investigate Athena out of sight of the Hook detectives. The details.

However, Carolin's foundation in the aristocratic social circle is still shallow, and his understanding of the other world is no more than that of ordinary mortals. He does not know the consequences of letting a third-rate detective who has no contact with the reality of the world investigate a monster. If the detective lacks professional ethics and makes the findings of the investigation public, it may cause a lot of waves.

It's not that the other world cannot be exposed, but being exposed by a third-rate detective will make Athena very unhappy.

Spider, who prided himself on being secretive, quickly discovered Carolin's little moves, so he sent a message, ordering them to deal with the important members of the detective agency and recover all the clues.

To be on the safe side, Detective Hook went to four people.

It must be more than enough to deal with detectives in small cities.

"I've given up drinking."

Bruno leaned against the back of the closet, slightly sticking his head out to observe the door. At the same time, his hand holding the flintlock pistol trembled slightly.

The body of an armed man was lying between the door frame from the living room to the bedroom, with blood flowing out from underneath him.

There is more in the hall.

He didn't have a gun license, and holding a gun was of course illegal, but he couldn't care less at the moment. He even hoped that more people would notice the gunshots here.

These incoming people were disguised, but he also roughly knew what they were related to.

It was the commission related to the Broken Wing Angel Club, which involved some extraordinary powers. His employer must have come into contact with forces that he should not have contacted, so that someone wanted to eliminate the traces of this commission.

More than three armed men came to the door at night.

If Bruno hadn't been trying to quit drinking recently, and he had trouble with insomnia even though he didn't drink, he might have died in his drunken sleep tonight.

The wardrobe was obviously not strong enough to withstand bullets, but that couldn't be helped. He couldn't find anything in the room more suitable for cover.

This cannot go on.

"Help!"

He shouted on the spot, and the sound echoed out from the old, dilapidated, and small house, causing a commotion in the streets in the early morning. Most of them were complaints from people who were awakened from their sleep. It was not known if anyone came out to see.

Hearing Bruno's call for help, there was also a strange movement in the hall.

The body that fell on the ground started to slide. In a corner that he couldn't see, his accomplices were dragging him and quickly moved him out, leaving only a large dark red blood stain on the place, which looked like blood red. wall paint.

Then Bruno heard the sound of the door chain, and those people might be leaving.

Also, after making such a big noise, they would start a street shootout with the Sheriff if they didn't leave. Dragging the body away was also to prevent their identities from being exposed, which showed that they were still not strong enough to confront the Sheriff head-on.

Bruno listened to the noise for a while, then quietly moved to the door to observe, and then confirmed that there should be no one in the hall.

Except for the blood trailing on the ground, everything was the same as before.

Because this house is really small and all the furnishings can be seen clearly at a glance, so there is no possibility that they are still hiding here to ambush him.

"It's quite fast!"

He sighed, put down his flintlock pistol, and walked to the door to go out.

Now is a good time to catch up.

It was time to switch the roles of attack and defense. Although there were at least three people on the other side, they dragged a dead person on the street in the early morning, so they must have some concerns about their actions.

Bruno decided it was worth the risk.

The address of his office has been exposed. If he cannot deal with the other party today, he must be prepared for revenge every night.

Moving is useless.

He is a detective. A detective must be famous to have clients. If he is famous, his address will be exposed.

As long as these people are willing, he will never be able to do business.

Just because these people exist

Bruno pushed the door with determination, but failed to push it open. The door chain only made a shuddering sound.

His vision was blurred due to staying up late. He stared at this part for a few seconds before he saw clearly that one end of the door chain was hung outside. The armed men didn't know what they used to tie it to the door chain to extend it a bit, but it happened to be enough indoors. Before reaching the knot, I made a fixture on the wall outside to fasten the door chain.

In other words, he was locked in.

The group of armed men also considered the possibility that he would catch up.

"I'm going to do the coding!"

Bruno cursed, he took a few steps back, ran in a relay and kicked the door panel shut.

It's a pity that this door chain was personally selected by him. It is thicker and stronger than ordinary products on the market, and it did not deform at all even when it was pulled hard.

Moreover, as he kicked the door loudly, heat and black smoke poured in from the crack of the door.

Bruno was stunned.

Because he never expected that someone would set fire to the city.

He rushed back to the bedroom almost like crazy, then opened the window and jumped out, even if he sprained his foot.

There was no way he was going to chase those people anymore.

If the house burned down, the debt would kill him faster than a gun.

After Bruno landed, he limped towards the main entrance of the first floor, took off his clothes and hit the source of the fire, with little success. Fortunately, his previous cry for help still caused some people to go out to see what was going on. With their help, the fire was quickly suppressed.

The flames burned through the paint on the floor and blackened the bricks underneath, but otherwise there was nothing missing.

The detective felt relieved at this time, because this was a loss he could afford.

After thanking his neighbors, Bruno solved the problem of the door chain, then quickly returned indoors, packed up all the evidence and weapons related to the Broken Wing Angel Club, and went out with his suitcase.

He was going to the Sheriff to report the crime.

Even if he lost his job with Carolyn because he couldn't keep it secret, he still had to solve this hidden danger.

If that didn't work, he would have no choice but to escape from the city.

On the road, Bruno walked hurriedly, looking for a hired carriage on the street that was willing to open so early.

However, the carriage was nowhere to be seen, but he happened to see Sanders' familiar short body swaying towards him.

It was an employee of the office, his assistant—a reliable old fellow, in whom Bruno, though a dwarf, trusted like any other friend.

The detective stepped forward.

"Brother Sanders, you don't need to go to the office. Someone is tampering with us. Today."

The detective's speech gradually slowed down, and he noticed that something was wrong with the dwarf's expression. The latter's broad palm reached into his pocket, and tube-like protrusions appeared on the soft cloth.

"Fuck!" he said.