Chapter 422 The Shedding Person (Part 2)

Norris' decision was a good thing, but Mr. Cuomo hesitated at this time. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to ask something, but quickly shut up and thought about something full of doubt.

The Sacred Heart Friendship Association has gathered many famous occult experts, doing this to find new business opportunities and to continue to expand the scale and field of the Friendship Association.

The members of the Friendship Association are not idiots. In the internal battle of the Guards, the strange dead bodies made them realize that they could not fully control the extraordinary, so they must introduce more professional extraordinary people to form a strict system. Strengthen their control over these mercenaries, just as the emerging contemporary alchemy schools created chemical systems to regulate and interpret classical alchemy.

The meeting currently being held in the city government building is discussing the details of the matter.

But he always felt that things would not go smoothly.

"Should we send some participants away from the meeting first? I don't think some people could reach a cooperation with us at the beginning. If they were allowed to stay and wait until the situation was chaotic, unexpected trouble might occur." Cuomo The gentleman let go of his thoughts.

Norris stared at him weirdly: "Why do you think so? I suggest you don't do anything extra. Any of them may become our future ally, and abrupt actions are easy to offend them."

"Mr. Argon, this is not redundant. An accident happened in a nearby cafe yesterday evening." Mr. Cuomo said solemnly: "Many people have witnessed a huge black monster killing people on the street, and the guards rushed to the scene. By the time it arrived, it had disappeared. My housekeeper told me that the tragic situation of the corpse was by no means something that ordinary people could do. If it weren't Conryonne's masterpiece, it was some characters who created an illusion, and they were hidden in it. kill."

Norris said nothing.

Mr. Cuomo went on: "What really taught me to be sad is that the security personnel near the cafe did not choose to fight after contacting it, but instead took the initiative to avoid it, if the security personnel elsewhere were actually as cowardly as they were. , then the East District may not be as safe as we thought. If you can convince your friends to strengthen their security in the East District, that would be better.”

Norris' body was slightly tilted, his elbows were supported on the table, and his chin was holding his right hand, as if he was thinking about it seriously.

"Let the police come and try it." He said, "After all, it's the government's armed forces, so it's time for them to do something."

"police?"

Mr. Cuomo's face was full of doubt. He didn't believe that those black big-brimmed hats walking around with wooden sticks could do anything. Although most of them were veterans, few of them had fought wars to deal with them. The homeless men and thieves on the streets are of some use, but they are used to deal with thieves and wizards and barbarians with various mysterious means?

"I originally wanted to mention it after the vacation, but now that you are here, I will just say it - get them more guns and breastplate and improve their salary level, and I believe their enthusiasm will be beyond your imagination .”

"Fortunately, like you said, maybe we can handle this ourselves." Mr. Cuomo agreed to the grant and sighed, "If everything goes well, we will soon not have to talk to the union thugs again." The law is coming, and the riots in the East District day after day are really annoying.”

Then they talked about drama, furniture, and marriage. The sensitive work topic seemed to end unknowingly, and the atmosphere of the conversation became gentle and ordinary. Norris found an opportunity to grab the rope bell next to him. . Summon the servant to clean up the dining table.

In this restaurant with fireplace heating, thin-dressed waiters took turns to pick up empty plates and leftovers.

Next is the servant's meal time, and by the rules, the remaining fine food belongs to the servant.

After these servants left, they squinted their eyes and rested for a while, Mr. Cuomo's palm rubbed the short beard on his chin, and suddenly spoke again: "Mr. Argon, sometimes I really envy people like you, people like you, He is knowledgeable and does not pursue pleasure. He is born to do great things, just like my cousins."

He looked at Norris with a wry smile: "Please don't be surprised, I'll tell you these things because I feel close to you."

"I'm honored, but I still want to say that you really look down on me, Mr. Cuomo."

Mr. Cuomo grabbed the bottle on the table and filled it with himself, sighed and drank one-third, and played with the wine glass: "I asked the prophet Abigail to divine me once last fall, she said Sooner or later I will become a respectable existence, but I know what level I am. Unless God gives great blessings, it is impossible to achieve great achievements. That's why I began to care so much about my family business. In addition to local business, I have been doing one day Read six newspapers from different cities and look for opportunities everywhere, and the current situation is the best opportunity I can find.”

"You shouldn't have told me so much."

"I know our family will eventually become competitors, but that's the matter between Turo, Jeremy and Figo, and it has nothing to do with us. And we both have in-laws, just don't let Figo Hutton go Success will be beneficial to us no matter what. "Mr. Cuomo's eyes shine with a light of ambition: "Besides, if this can be successful, we can go to another city to copy the experience here again. The world is so vast, why bother Are the stranded fish crowded in the same puddle for water?”

Norris remained silent at the hearing of Mr. Cuomo's words.

This attitude was really unpredictable, and Cuomo raised his glass and drank it all in one go.

"You look tired, maybe I should leave too, thank you for your hospitality." He stood up and wanted to leave.

"Mr. Cuomo."

But Norris called him again at this time.

"Before you leave, I actually have another question that needs your answer."

"Please say it."

"It's not a big deal, but I still want to know where you learned that I live here. Of course it's not a secret, but I haven't told anyone where they'll go during their vacation."

Mr. Cuomo looked at him in confusion: "A servant told me that you live here, and I also rewarded him for it."

"Did he say how he knew about this?"

"No, maybe he has served you before? Or he knows the servants here? The lower class also has a lower class club."

This answer may have satisfied Norris. He did not ask any further. Mr. Cuomo left his seat and was about to go to the foyer to get his coat and hat back out, and then meet with his servant and bodyguard, but a tall body He stopped him at the entrance of the restaurant.

"Sorry, I'm a little interested in the topic you just now, such as you are planning for profit. Can you tell me?"

Creton's hand was supported on the door frame, like an iron door bolt.

Mr. Cuomo looked at him in surprise and anger: "Mr. Bello, have you eavesdropped on our conversation? This is such a rude move!"

Cretton lowered his head and looked at the golden-haired head that was a circle smaller than himself: "Is that true? But there is a need for rudeness. Your actions have affected my life. I have to figure out the whole story. ——What are you planning to do?”

Mr. Cuomo looked back at Norris, who stood up from his seat and looked at Creton helplessly.

"We agreed not to talk about this."

Creton Bello snorted coldly, and his body stuck at the door further forced Cuomo to retreat: "Is that right, but I remember it was not Mr. Argon who forbidden me to talk about this matter, and secondly, I am with this Cuomo Sir, I didn't ask you."

Norris sighed, "You are making trouble."

"Just last year, I almost died three times because of your mess. You said I was just messing around?!"

Norris's face changed and he remained silent.

Creton slammed into the restaurant roughly, hooking his right leg back without looking at it, and closing the door. Cuomo was grabbed by him and pushed him in, staggeringly sitting back in the position he had just now, looking embarrassed than before.

"Someone has to explain what happened here to me. I don't want to get angry anymore." Creton's eyes were red, and no one knew what he had thought of.

"What a bastard, who do you think you are asking?" Cuomo grabbed his hand locked on his left shoulder and wanted to lift it, but he couldn't.

The werewolf's five fingers were tightening, and the sound of bone cracks came from under the flesh of his shoulders.

Cuomo opened his mouth to shout, but his other hand was pinching his cheeks as fast as lightning, and then the sound was destroyed in his throat before it started.

A series of actions made him realize that his opponent was not an ordinary person, and then Creton restored his jaw to let him answer his questions.

"What exactly will Sacred Heart Friendship do?"

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

"This is a secret."

Before Cuomo could finish his words, he was already hit by a powerful slap on his face, almost knocking him over the table, and even though he got up again, he was still dizzy.

"It's best not to be a secret now," Clayton said coldly, choking Cuomo's neck and pressing him on the table.

"Mr. Argonne"

Cuomo struggled to turn his eyes to Norris.

Norris sighed, "Let him go, you can ask me."

He had already let go, but Creton was not comfortable: "No, I promised you not to ask you. And I was worried that you would convince me."

The werewolf looked down at the captive: "Okay, Mr. Cuomo, now it's your turn to answer my question. What is your purpose?"

Cuomo blushed under the pressure of his palms and spoke stammeringly.

"We want to revive the system of the old aristocracy, which is beneficial to the continued crisis. There is also the title of a great aristocracy, but this requires actually mastering a city to attract the attention of the queen. ”

His hands were tugging at the palm of the werewolf pressing against his neck, trying to gain more room for breathing for himself.

"Then why do you attack Sasha City?" Creton asked.

"We need allies, cough cough selected the Druids, but Sasha Presbyterians are their enemies, it's our sincerity, ,, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , Here, there is no need to explain what happened next.

Creighton stared into his eyes, but saw only a face that was striving to survive, so he turned to seek Norris's opinion: "Friend, is this what you want, too?"

Norris stood behind the dining table and looked at the struggling Cuomo with pity on his face.

"Clayton, that's what I mentioned before - sometimes even if you make the right choice, it will inevitably hurt some people."

"Do you mean that it is right to hurt others for the sake of a noble title - which may not be yours? Or is it right to return the power of self-government to the nobles? The changes made as a result of the War of Kings that split the Age of Exploration in two are now going to be reversed?" Clayton sneered at Norris.

The lieutenant now has absolute control over the overall situation, but he does not feel happy at all. If possible, he really wishes he had never come to Weiodi.

This is the case again. He once again disturbed the happy atmosphere and planned to hurt his friends who helped him. Even he himself felt that he was moody and ungrateful.

Facing his questioning, Norris shook his head: "Dark Moon has disappeared for many years and is coming back now. I don't intend to seek any personal gain in this matter."

Clayton did not believe this explanation. He looked at him disappointedly: "You said you became bad before. I thought you were just like me at most. Now it seems that it is really too much! You have been in contact with these dubious people for a long time, and you have also been infected with their bad habits. If you leave Wei Aodi now and get out of this matter, I can still pretend that nothing happened."

Norris sighed: "Clayton, even if you drive me away, things here will continue. If they don't happen here, they will happen somewhere else, because the influence of Dark Moon on this world is beyond your imagination. You can't always see the overall situation clearly."

"Norris!"

Clayton interrupted him.

"I know you won't give up your career easily, and I don't have extraordinary eloquence to convince you, so let's do something simple."

The werewolf clenched his palm, and with the neck broken, Kumo Basbe lay on the dining table and never moved again.

Norris watched the body lose control of its bladder on the dining table, emitting a foul odor. Cuomo Basby died in his house, and the deceased's entourage was still waiting outside the door. Some people even knew who the deceased was going out to meet this time.

Clayton gave him a question.

"People have two legs, but they can only walk on one side. Norris, please start choosing now."