In Brontë's mansion, the smell of perfume fills the air.

It is used to cover up the filthy stench of the previous group of hillbillies.

Inside the bedroom on the second floor, Brontë frowned, and suddenly had an uneasy feeling.

He sat at his desk and smoked his cigar.

On the small table next to him was whiskey, but not the kind of liquor he had purchased from the Braithwaite family.

It's not because the taste of those wines is not good enough, or because the grade of those wines is not enough.

It's just that the owner behind those wines makes him feel angry.

The house was silent at the moment, and the servants were asleep in the maid's room in the backyard.

Guards patrol the vestibule.

Brontë stood up and lit up the new gadget called the lamp.

But the bright light could not dispel the haze in his heart in the slightest.

Because the people he sent out have not returned yet.

Even though he felt that he was overestimating as much as possible, now he knew that he was finally underestimating.

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"Who made you here?"

Meanwhile 26, a warehouse located in the port of St. Denis.

Chen Xu looked at the four dejected guys kneeling on the ground and asked flatly.

Their hands were tied behind their backs, tied to their feet.

At the same time, there are two sacks full in front of him.

It's full of jewelry and specially made stickers.

Snap...

David, who was standing next to Chen Xu, as well as John and Charles, lit a cigarette for themselves.

With some choking delays in the white space, behind the warehouse, the three people kneeling on the ground you look at me, I look at you, but they don't say a word.

They knew very well who the person in front of them was, after all, they had been reminded before coming.

"Actually, even if you don't say it, I know that Brontë asked you to stuff the grave robbers' dirty stuff into my warehouse?"

Chen Xu gently lifted the sack on the ground with his foot.

Under stress, some of the jewelry inside fell out.

I have to say that these people in front of me, or Brontë, are still smart.

Originally, Chen Xu thought that they would buy some of his traders who bought second-hand goods, and then stuffed these stolen goods from unknown sources.

But apparently there will be some surprises.

For example, I met an employee who had a particularly good sense of justice.

But secretly mixing some things into the warehouse in the middle of the night is different, and it is completely possible to do it without knowing it.

Then wait for the day when the second-hand trading market opens, and someone will detonate it.

At that time, things will be considered big.

As for the second-hand trading company, there is a registration manual for the acquisition of items?

So what can it do?

The majority of the population only believes what they see, and can't these manuals be falsified?

Just like the original public opinion war between the Gray family and the Braithwaite family.

But Brontë never imagined that he did not let his people deal with those grave robbers.

Instead, he specially found the Van der Linde gang and tested Ducky's performance, but ignored Ducky's people.

As a result, Arthur told Chen Xu this news, so that he was prepared to take precautions in advance.

"Are we going to kill them?" Charles drew his dagger.

John next to him also took out a pistol.

Although their current life is no longer the state of outlaws as before.

But in terms of skills and marksmanship, they have never fallen behind.

Especially marksmanship.

In the past, they didn't have many opportunities to practice guns.

It's more just about their own talent.

After all, bullets cost money.

And now it's completely different, their economic conditions are completely enough for them to pay for bullets.

This made John, Charles, and David their marksmanship more accurate than before.

With Charles's words, looking at the sharp dagger that appeared very dazzling under the reflection of the light of the kerosene lamp.

The four people who were originally a little hard, and disdainful, suddenly trembled.

That's when it occurred to them, though they were Brontë's people.

But the other party is not a good stubble!

Otherwise, Brontë would not have let them use this method to deal with it.

"Nope! No! Sir, I think we just may have some misunderstanding, and things are not so bad as this. One of them, who seemed to be the leader, quickly spoke.

His expression was very anxious, and at the same time he was afraid that moving too much would cause some accidents.

For example, being heard by some unrelated people forces the other party to have to kill people, which makes his performance somewhat funny.

At the same time, his other two companions also reacted at this time, and quickly prayed: "Sir! We are just some little people who run errands, very small little people! "

"And Brontë, he knew we were coming!" (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

The implication is that killing them will only dirty their hands.

It will also make it clear to Brontë who they were killed by.

"Smart three guys." Chen Xu obviously understood what they meant, and nodded with a somewhat appreciative smile.

"Give each of them a cigarette." Chen Xu said to John next to him.

John nodded, handed each of them a cigarette, held it in their mouths, and lit them with matches.

After taking two puffs of cigarettes, the mood of the three people obviously became slightly calmer and more sober.

"We are civilized people, so we are also ready to use some civilized means." Chen Xu looked at the three people on the ground and shouted outside.

Two umbrella employees with pistols walked in.

The people Milton can arrange to participate in this matter are basically the core employees of the company.

Loyalty is something to be believed, not to mention that it's not a big deal.

"Because of Brontë's order, you want to stuff some of the dirt obtained from the tomb robbery into my warehouse and frame me, I just need you to tell the judge, reporter, and police officer all this truthfully." Chen Xu looked at the three people kneeling on the ground.

"Yes... Yes sir! We will. The three people glanced at 367, and all said with some bitterness.

They understood that this was a betrayal of Brontë.

But they also know that there is no choice.

Betrayal of Brontë may be killed and liquidated later.

But now if they don't accept it?

Looking at Charles, who was holding a dagger with a confused look, and John, who had a scar on his face next to him.

They have no doubt that if they hadn't, they might not have been able to leave the warehouse alive.

This is the pathos of the little people.

They simply do not have a choice.

"Of course, I want you to remember that you tried to resist when you were discovered, and then you were shot in the shin by my guards in good defense." Chen Xu took the revolver in the hands of the umbrella employee next to him.

In the expressions of the three people who had not yet reacted, three shots were fired at their calves in an instant.

The bullet pierced through the flesh and blood, and blood spurted out.

In the warehouse in the middle of the night, there were gunshots and screams.

"Call the police, then hand them over to the police and tell them not to forget what they promised." Chen Xu returned the pistol to the umbrella employee next to him, dropped a word, and left with Charles and John.

Get into the carriage and take a look at the docks and warehouses not far behind you, which have become somewhat chaotic due to the sound of gunfire.

John and Charles and David, they were a little puzzled.

Finally couldn't help the curiosity in his heart, David spoke: "Shall we let them go like this?" "。