Trafford’s Trading Club

But the old taxi driver obviously didn't believe such an argument. He rolled up the window, looked at the man and said suspiciously: "Sir, what if you don't come out after you get in? You don't look like that." Doesn’t look like someone who could live here.”

A veteran driver can be stopped at the door of the police station, we really have to doubt it!

"What did you say? I am the master here! Humph!" The man frowned and snorted: "Just wait."

After that, he walked directly to the pillar in front of the gate and pressed the doorbell here. If everything on him hadn't disappeared, he wouldn't have had to take a taxi back.

On the way here, he asked the driver to borrow a phone, but he couldn't get through to Edgar, which made him feel uneasy.

The doorbell rang for a while, but there was no movement. The taxi driver had already got out of the car and walked towards the man, "Sir, I don't think there will be any response as long as you press the button... However, free taxis are not so easy to ride, do you know?"

"What do you want to do?" The man snorted coldly.

Perhaps it was because he had always been in a high position. After drinking like this, the taxi driver's expression suddenly changed and he stopped in his tracks instantly.

The man felt that his own momentum overwhelmed the other party, and couldn't help but sneered. Unexpectedly, at this moment, the taxi driver turned around and hurriedly ran back to his car without saying a word, reversed the car, turned around, drove at full speed, and left on the same route.

The man was stunned... He didn't think he could scare people to this extent. The man turned around subconsciously and saw a guy in a white suit with blood stains lying on the iron gate of the gate.

His arms passed through the iron gate, just supporting his body...but his head hung down and his body remained motionless.

Seeing this, the man was immediately startled. He suddenly understood why the driver was walking in such a panic.

The man bravely walked to the gate, lifted the man's head up, and quickly recognized the man's name. What exactly happened in the manor?

This is what he desperately wants to know! The man pushed hard and found that the gate was not locked. He hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, took a pistol from the corpse's hand, swallowed, and slowly entered the manor.

Along the way, the man saw a lot of corpses, and all of them were the corpses of his men!

The luxurious villa in the manor seemed extremely quiet at this time.

After pushing the door open and seeing no one, the man couldn't help shouting loudly: "Edgar! Edgar! Are you there? Edgar! Are you there?"

Peng Long!

There was a sound like he had hit something. The man suddenly turned around, pointed the pistol in front of him, and said loudly: "Who!"

"Ah... Young Master!" But he saw a man holding his arm, leaning on the corner, and stood up slowly, "It's great that you're okay!"

"Oh! I finally saw a living person." The man's face was happy, and he quickly walked up and supported the guy, "Tell me, what happened here..."

But before he finished speaking, he heard the voice of his old butler that he was very familiar with!

"Sir! So you are here!"

I saw Edgar walking down the corridor in a hurry. The clothes on his body looked very messy, but his hair style seemed to be intact... "Fortunately, you are fine too! After I woke up, I found the bodies of Yefim and his people in the study. Sir, you were the one who killed them. Bar!"

"Me?" The man was stunned for a moment, showing an extremely confused look. His mind was as if it was wrapped with spider threads, and he couldn't figure out what was going on. "Edgar, listen to me, I have been here for the past few days..."

"Oh! Sir, I think this is not the time to talk about this." The old housekeeper said seriously: "I have already informed Brubov and told him what happened here. Listen, Mr. Brubov means, just Give us half an hour to clean this place up properly.”

"Brubov?" The man was even more confused: "Wait a minute, I did come to Moscow this time to meet Brubov and seek cooperation, but when did I see him?"

"Oh! My poor sir, didn't you talk to Brubov once before the first auction and make a plan to get rid of Yefim?" The old housekeeper frowned at this time. Head: "Could it be that the impact of the grenade explosion just now confused your memory?"

The man was stunned...his intuition told him that something very strange happened here that he could not explain. He instinctively wanted to find out what happened in the middle, and quickly planned to speak.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt dizzy.

This feeling of dizziness suddenly flashed through his eyes, like a movie, with 120 frames.

The man then fell into a coma.

"Sir! Sir! Sir!!"

…

Feeling some pain on his face, Yergo woke up leisurely. The moment he opened his eyes, he even saw an extremely familiar face.

"Mr. Victor!" Yergo happily grabbed Victor's arm: "Great! You're okay! I've been looking for you! Where did they keep you!"

Victor was stunned and subconsciously thought: It seems that the people in the manor never told Yergo about his movements, but just kept him locked up.

"Calm down." Victor patted Yergo on the shoulder. "We'll talk about my business later. Rather than this, can you tell me what happened here?"

"Oh! I don't know the details. It seems that there was an attack here, so I took advantage of the chaos to escape. I originally planned to find you!" Yergo thought about it and said: "Mr. Victor, there are too many things hidden here. Firearms, and many people were killed in a fierce battle! I think we should rush the troops as soon as possible..."

"Yergo!" Unexpectedly, Victor shouted slightly loudly at this time: "Those things you said will be discussed later. All I need is you to tell me, what is going on with this guy?"

Victor pointed.

Yergo couldn't help but turn his eyes and saw a corpse lying on the ground in this extremely chaotic room.

His whole body was as gray as a mummy, and black blood was flowing out of his mouth. His face was even more filled with blood vessels, making him look extremely terrifying!

This is that...that murderer!

Yergo finally clearly remembered some of the things that happened before... This guy seemed to have been hit with something and became extremely terrifying. Yergo wasn't sure what this man had penetrated into his body, but it was obviously not a good guy!

But...why did this guy die?

Yergo couldn't help but be secretly shocked. He knew that he must have instinctively entered a state that he had never wanted people to know because he was too dangerous.

Once he enters that state, he will lose his mind and cannot recall anything he has done... Could it be that when he lost his mind, he used that terrifying power to kill this guy?

Yergo looked at some marks on this guy's body that were obviously clawed out by something... It seemed that, perhaps, this was the only conclusion that could be drawn.

Considering that when he loses his mind, he will cause some horrific and destructive experiences, it is difficult for Yergo to deny this conclusion.

"Did you kill this guy?" Victor asked with a frown.

Yergo hesitated for a moment, "I think... maybe, I can't remember clearly. Sir, you know, I passed out later and couldn't remember."

"Thank you." Victor nodded, but suddenly said: "However, about this corpse, don't tell anyone else for the time being, and don't mention it in the report. I will find someone to dispose of this corpse. ... In short, you must keep this body a secret first."

Seeing Victor's solemn look, Yergo hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to nod.

He got up and said, "By the way, Mr. Victor, they didn't do anything to you, right?"

Victor smiled. He looked at this young guy and knew that he really cared about him. He couldn't help but said gently: "It's okay. Everything has been solved."

"S-solved?"

…

When Yergo walked out of the room, he discovered that at some point, many police officers came to the manor... However, it seemed that there were not many corpses here as he remembered.

There were only four corpses placed in the hall of the villa.

There is only one corpse inside, and it is from this manor...and he is just a gardener. As for the other three, they were Yefim and the two gangsters who kidnapped Yefim earlier.

So what happened?

Baby Yergo, the white man looks confused...

…

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"are you feeling better?"

Vika helped Vera to a small forest far away from the manor, where she found a stream, and put her next to it to rest. In fact, he was really tired. For a fighter whose weapons were keyboards and codes, this was This kind of physical labor is simply terrible.

"good."

Vera nodded, regaining a little strength.

Vika breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the grass. "I thought I heard the sound of a siren just now. It must be the police coming. Fortunately, we walked fast, otherwise it would be really troublesome!"

"Thank you, I will give you a salary increase." Vera smiled and stretched out her fist.

Vika also stretched out his fist and gently knocked on Vera's fist, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

"By the way, get me some water. I need to wipe my face. I just put a lot of paint on my face." Vera said as if she remembered something.

Although he knew that the eldest lady and the boss who paid him a salary was actually a person who loved beauty, Vika still couldn't help but said: "My eldest lady, when did you have any color on your face? At most, it's just It’s just a little dusty.”

"No?" Vera was stunned.

She touched her face subconsciously, obviously still feeling the discomfort and rough feeling of the paint sticking here, "Is there really no paint on my face? I'm talking about white paint!"

"No!"

Vera frowned, then quickly relaxed, suddenly squinted her eyes, and said happily: "Ha, I think I know what trick they used to silently remove "The Unknown Girl" from the art gallery. It was stolen."

"Huh? Are you still thinking about this?"

Vika... Vika rolled her eyes. (To be continued.)