my beauty world

Chapter 167 The priest who wants to make money, the low-key werewolf and the cover girl (8000)

Under the night, a semi-new Dodge drove into Passanadi, came to a slightly dilapidated community of single-family houses, and parked in front of a house.

An ordinary middle-aged man got off the driver's seat, and he patted on the door: "I'm here, open the door!"

Inside the room, Thomas heard Ronan's voice, and quickly opened the door to let him in.

As soon as Ronan entered the house, the door was closed behind him, and he handed the bag he was carrying to Thomas: "I brought you some food."

Thomas had already smelled the aroma of the food, so he didn't care about anything else. He opened the bag, took out the hamburger and fried chicken inside, and sat down at the table to eat.

I haven't had a full meal for several days.

Ronan sat across from him, waiting patiently.

A big hamburger, a fried chicken leg, Thomas no longer panicked, his hands stopped shaking, he drank half a glass of water, wiped his mouth with a paper towel, and said embarrassingly, "I just laughed."

Ronan waved his hand: "It's okay."

Thomas said: "I originally thought that even if the church chose to conceal it, I would take care of me after reporting it to the church's senior management. I didn't expect them to shoot me."

When it comes to Thomas' belief, Ronan can't say much.

Thomas specifically reminded Ronan: "There is an organization called the Special Affairs Bureau, which is investigating what happened that day. You have to be careful. I was almost caught by them. They seem to be some soldiers, and they are very powerful."

Ronan remembered that Ilsa mentioned something, and roughly said: "I have a friend who said that the Special Affairs Bureau seems to be a new organization established by the US government. The head is the military that participated in and commanded the special operations in Afghanistan and Iraq. General, because it involves issues such as the authority of the military in the country, this law enforcement agency is temporarily under the name of the Department of Homeland Security."

Thomas immediately understood: "Specialize in dealing with extraordinary affairs?"

Ronan added: "It's also about counter-terrorism."

Thomas eyed Ronan intently.

Ronan spread his hands: "I'm not a terrorist. Others don't know. You should know that I'm dealing with vampires."

"We are good people, and we do good things." Thomas gestured meaninglessly: "But... I don't know how to say it."

He frowned and remained silent for a while, before he said again: "We are wanted criminals! I have nothing to say about the official wanted me, but the organization I belong to, the church I dedicated to, is treating me like this!"

Ronan said: "Many times, the big people can't hear the voices below. They are too far away from the bottom. The executives in the middle have too much room to manipulate, and even deliberately misinterpret it to push things in the direction they want."

Thomas sighed: "Maybe it's not that they can't hear it, but they don't want to hear it."

He suddenly raised his head and said to himself, "Where is the Lord? Lord, where are you?"

From the day he saw the vampires using the Holy Art bestowed by the Lord, Thomas' faith began to waver. He was hunted down by the church, and even his former colleagues confronted each other at gunpoint, which made him deeply doubt the church and the Lord of faith.

The believers protected by the Lord, the agents in the world, chose these things?

One or two, one place or two places have problems, the Lord may be temporarily deceived, but a large area appears...

Thomas questioned whether there was something wrong with the Lord's vision, or...was there something wrong with the Lord himself?

He didn't say this to Ronan.

He didn't want to impose his own troubles on his friends.

Ronan asked, "What are your plans for the future?"

Thinking of being hungry these days, Thomas said: "At the beginning, I didn't want to do anything, and I felt it was meaningless. Later, I was hungry and had no money to buy food. I found that the meaning of life is not as important as filling my stomach. .”

Luo Nan gave him a thumbs up: "Father, you are so enlightened!"

"I'm not a priest, I'm just Thomas." The moment his former colleagues turned their guns on him, Thomas no longer considered himself a member of the church: "I want to make money, at least to support myself."

Ronan nodded: "Leave Los Angeles and find a remote city, you can always find a way to make a living."

Thomas felt a little helpless: "I joined the church when I was very young, and I need to learn unfamiliar methods again."

Ronan thought for a while and said, "You're not in the church, can the power of the church system be used normally?"

Thomas picked up the cross necklace next to him and held it tightly in his hand: "Strange to say, after killing Aloysius and those vampires in the monastery, my faith was shaken, but my strength became stronger."

Ronan thought of Thomas' way of making money: "A suggestion, you can continue to be an exorcist priest, and the magic power will continue to recover. There must be many people who encounter special troubles in the future. You can start again in another city and try the exorcism business?"

Thomas responded, "That's a good idea, but I need to find a place to make some money first."

Knowing that he was desperate, Ronan took out some small cash from his pocket: "Don't rush to refuse, I lent you this, and you have to pay me back the money you earn."

Thomas is not hypocritical: "I'll take it first, and I'll return the money to you." He thought for a while, and then said: "Murphy, if you need help with vampires and other disgusting monsters, you must call me .”

Ronan smiled: "I will ask you to help me when I go to rob the vampire again."

After chatting about the church, Ronan bid farewell and left, changed back to Duke's costume through the safe house, and returned to Beverly Hills.

As he was driving, he remembered something. Klein had confessed that there was also William the werewolf in this city, who was the sworn enemy of Victor's vampire.

The werewolves never showed up.

Also, Victor's line of vampires is not completely extinct.

The bishop and several vicars of the church in the Los Angeles area, as well as some local politicians, may also be vampires.

But Ronan is not a messenger of justice. He has achieved his goal by obtaining the key to Akasha's treasure house and destroying the three elders. It is not his turn to worry about the remaining little vampires and big figures in human society.

Judging from Thomas' experience, the church is not easy to mess with, and has great power and influence.

The church will inevitably deal with those people, but their internal treatment and outsiders reaching out are completely two concepts.

Back in Los Angeles, Ronan paid special attention to the news that day. Although the incident at the St. Nicholas Orphanage caused some social repercussions, the impact was far less than that of the two bombings.

Media reports all focused on the bombing.

The church and the local government of Los Angeles, with two hot news, successfully diluted another hot news.

Back at the single-family house in Beverly Hills, Ronan saw the raven standing on the shelf and said, "Stupid bird, go out and fly more at night to see if there are any wolves that can stand up and run in the city. If you find any , follow them, and find their lair."

"Ah! Ah-"

The raven called twice, flapped its wings and flew away.

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It was deep at night, and an office building in the Los Angeles branch of the FBI was still brightly lit.

A team led by Jack Wells and Frank, according to the orders of the superiors, made a handover with people from the Secret Service.

"All the cases about the nail geek are here."

In the office, Jack had a pile of boxes piled up in front of him. He said to Flynn, who was wearing a black beret, "From now on, the case will be transferred to you."

Frank pinched his waist on the side, resentful.

Robbing a case is a lack of respect in any law enforcement agency.

But he couldn't help it if the superior gave it up.

There are rumors that the superior's superior has received benefits from the Special Affairs Bureau.

"This case was handed over to us to protect you." Flynn had the temperament of a life-saver: "It's not a good thing if you really want to find the nail geek."

Frank wanted to speak, but was stopped by Jack, because the other party was right, the nail monster is not an ordinary person!

All of them in this group add up to a dozen nails.

Covering the Stars and Stripes for fun?

Jack fetched the transfer agreement and handed it to Flynn: "Let's sign it."

After Flynn signed, he returned it to Jack, and greeted the team: "The stuff is on the truck."

He can become the commander of the team, and his mind is more than fighting and killing. He said a few words to Jack and Frank, and when the two of them lost their attitudes and became less confrontational, he asked: "You have checked for a long time, have you found anything special? For example There is no record in the case file, your own guesses?"

Frank still didn't speak.

Jack's eyes flickered, he thought for a while, and said, "A little bit."

Flynn suddenly blocked the view of others and the position of the camera, took out a card and handed it to Jack: "I remember you are a veteran, and we soldiers set up a veterans club in Los Angeles, where a group of friends chatted and drank. If you are interested, you can go and play."

Jack understood that the club was more than what he said, so he accepted the card and said, "The Nail Stranger first appeared near the old Chinatown in the city center, killing a group of blacks and Vietnamese who were doing drug dealing."

Flynn had already found out: "I know about it."

But Jack said: "That night, a robbery occurred at the Jiasubi Auction House in Century City, Beverly Hills. A few days later, the vault of Citibank, which has been in business with the auction house for many years, was stolen."

Flynn also knew about it: "I heard that Blackwater lost a lot of gold."

Jack nodded and continued: "I have been involved in this case. Citibank asked various companies that rented vaults to check. The people from Jiasubi Auction House found that the copies of the signed contracts they auctioned in the spring and autumn of last year were all after the robbery. lost."

Flynn immediately understood what he meant: "The robbers are not only targeting gold, but also those contracts!"

Jack has tracked down for a long time: "This group of bank robbers later had internal strife in northern Los Angeles and fought with the black gang in the Watts neighborhood. One of them used the Gatling Vulcan!"

He shrugged: "That's all, maybe it can help you."

Flynn said, "Thank you very much!"

A thread runs through these cases: Nail Crooks!

What is Nail Freak doing with those contracts?
Sadly, the Nail Man disappeared recently.

They set up many drug trade traps, but they didn't wait for the nail geek.

After his subordinates finished moving the case files, Flynn went out, joined Sergeant Slafft who had chatted with the branch chief here, and returned to the base in Los Angeles.

Sergeant Slafft was a burly man with explosive muscles, wearing a camouflage boonie hat and a combat uniform collar that was partly open to reveal a black vest.

After getting into the car, Flynn asked, "Have you gained anything?"

"The General's name works well," said Slafter.

Flynn said: "When the Secret Service becomes independent, it will be much easier for us to do things."

But Slaft said: "The funds allocated by the SAR are too small."

Flynn smiled: "It's okay, the general entrusted Blackwater Company to transport part of our harvest in Iraq back as an early stage fund."

Slaft recalled the happy days in Iraq: "Those senior Iraqi officials are really rich."

Flynn told the truth: "Where are high-ranking officials short of money? Like General Hawke, there are not many people who are willing to invest their gains in soldiers like us."

The two are loyal followers of General Hawke, and Sergeant Slaft agrees with the general's philosophy very much: "The other NATO member states are trash, only we can shoulder the important task of maintaining world security!"

After the establishment of the Special Affairs Bureau, its eyes and goals are not limited to North America.

General Hawke's philosophy also caters to the "responsibility of great powers" policy from Congress to the White Room to the Pentagon.

The convoy starts and returns to base.

Sergeant Slaughter asked, "Flynn, why haven't you seen your wolf cub?"

Flynn reminded: "Sergeant, Dyke is our comrade-in-arms, don't say such discriminatory words in the future."

Sergeant Slaft touched the dog tag around his neck: "Werewolves are not to be trusted!"

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The black Chevrolet drove into an underground parking lot, and Deckard with a dog tag got out of the car. Lucian, the leader of the William werewolves, was already waiting here.

Seeing Deke, Lucian asked, "Has the Secret Service found Thomas' whereabouts?"

Deck took out a cigarette and lit it, and said: "Three days ago, four agents from the Secret Service accidentally discovered Thomas' whereabouts in North Hollywood, but he was not an ordinary priest. He wounded three agents and escaped. He has not appeared since then. body."

Lucian frowned: "Without Thomas, my plan would not be successful."

"Why carry out this plan?" Dyke couldn't figure it out: "Our mortal enemy, the Victor vampire family, except for the insignificant fringe figures, were all killed by the nail monsters!"

Lucian asked with concern: "Are you sure Emilia, Victor and Marcus are all dead?"

Deck said: "Very sure! They were blown to pieces by the large equivalent of C4, and there were no dead bodies." He persuaded: "Your revenge has been avenged, so give up that plan."

How could Lucian let it go: "This plan is related to the strength of our whole family!"

"Don't be obsessed with the power of the Middle Ages!" Deckard couldn't help raising his voice: "Lucien, times have changed. Swords are hard to kill werewolves. What about modern firearms?"

Having participated in the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq, and having truly seen the power of modern weapons, Deckard has long been sober-minded: "We are indeed naturally stronger than human soldiers, but in front of modern heavy weapons, our bodies are as fragile as human soldiers!"

Lucian said: "They dare not use it in the city!"

Deckard was full of helplessness. The man who hadn't gotten out of the so-called racial superiority mentality simply said: "The official people really don't dare, what about the Nail Stranger? Does he dare? The Nail Stranger blew up Los Angeles twice, never Mind frying for the third time!"

The more he spoke, the faster he spoke: "Miss Jay from the Secret Service has done a psychological profile on Nailman, he is a racist! Discriminates against non-human races! That's why he is so cruel to vampires! To werewolves , he also dares! Nail Stranger and Thomas created the tragedy of the St. Nicholas Orphanage together, and they obviously have a lot to do with Thomas. Are you going to deal with Thomas, pull Nail Stranger out, and want to make William's lineage of werewolves exterminate?"

Because the person who died was a feud, Lucien disguised himself as a media reporter and visited those two places in person. It was really too tragic.

More than three hundred Victor vampires couldn't even put together a complete body after death.

Powerful vampires like Victor and Marcus were blown to pieces in their sleep.

Nail Stranger is no ordinary ruthless person!

Deke didn't want all his clansmen to die, and said again: "Lucien, try to keep a low profile in the future, and live a stable life, which is more important than anything else. I work in the Secret Service Bureau, and the Secret Service Bureau will not target our lineage, but you We must restrain those wolf cubs, especially those black-skinned werewolves, who are impulsive and brainless."

"For revenge, I have endured for many years. I never thought that after the death of my enemy, I would continue to endure." Lucien closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the sharpness in them gradually dissipated: "I will restrain the people of my tribe, and I will fully support you in special affairs bureau work."

Deke was somewhat relieved: "The opportunity is right, I will introduce you to the official high-level."

After being a soldier for several years, he participated in the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq, and became a subordinate of General Hawke. He felt that cooperation with the government was the best way out.

On the other side of the special zone, various supernatural forces are also being recruited.

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On the news in the newspapers in Los Angeles, and on some bulletin boards on the street, there are all wanted notices for nail geeks.

The official even synthesized all kinds of information and drew specious avatars through profile, describing behaviors such as being good at throwing and hating drug dealers.

The Nail Stranger on the arrest warrant is quite different from Murphy, and even farther away from Ronan himself.

This time, only Nailman's vest collapsed.

For the time being, no one has contacted the great detective Matthew.

Ronan is now wearing Duke's vest again. In order to make the vest stronger, he also went to several companies to apply for jobs as a photographer who worked hard in Los Angeles.

Today, a fashion magazine called Ronan and informed him to go for an interview.

It is not a full-time job, but a cooperative agreement, but it requires higher ability.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Ronan arrived at the office building of the magazine on time.

Editor-in-Chief Miranda interviewed in person.

In the conference room, editor-in-chief Miranda, with curly white hair and wearing Prada, interviewed Ronan with Emily, the personnel director, and Pingqi, the art director.

Miranda raised her specially trained orchid fingers, and together with Ping Qi, she looked through the photographs brought by Ronan.

"How?" Miranda asked Pingqi.

The bald head pushed down his glasses evenly, and said in a low voice: "The photo was taken very well. The foundation of photography is very solid. I can capture the beauty with the lens, and use the art of photography to exaggerate it appropriately. In terms of photography technology alone, it is excellent!"

Miranda did not know how many layers of makeup she had painted on her face. The whiteness was comparable to the snow in Antarctica: "Duke, is this really your work?"

Ronan took a picture of the photographic equipment bag at hand, and the artist's arrogance and urgency were fully displayed in words: "They are really as good as me! If you can't accept such a good me, there is no need for us to talk about it."

The fashion circle is full of strange people, and there are all sorts of strange characters. As the editor-in-chief of a large fashion magazine, Miranda has seen countless.

She tilted her head and looked at Ronan: "I admit, your landscape photos are very good! But I run a fashion magazine, not a geography magazine. Frankly speaking, your fashion taste is terrible!"

Ronan shook his head, seemingly dismissively.

Miranda's poisonous tongue exploded: "This floral shirt you are wearing last year's style is out of date. It doesn't match your jeans. The colors of the two conflict, making you look very earthy! Under your jeans, you are wearing sports clothes Shoes! Sneakers or lace-up leather boots are more suitable!"

The more she talked, the more she felt that this person had no fashion sense: "And your head, God gave you a high-end face, but you are squandering God's gift! You have an ordinary cut! God, A flat bald head has more taste than you!"

Ping Qi spread his hands helplessly: Why did you drag me on?I want to be bald?
"Sorry, I'm not mocking you." Miranda said to Pingqi first, and the fire turned to Ronan: "Long hair! You should have long hair! Curly long hair matches your advanced face!"

She turned around and rummaged through the cabinet: "Damn it, I don't want to see your hairstyle for a moment, it makes me feel bad when I see it!"

Ronan saw Ping Qi winking at him, telling him to be calm.

Miranda pulled over an unpacked white and green striped headscarf: "Can you wrap your head?"

Ronan put his arms across his chest, showing the arrogance of an artist: "Ma'am, the head can be broken, the blood can flow, and the headscarf is never used!"

Miranda seemed a little annoyed as she put the hood on the conference table.

Ping Qi came out to smooth things over: "Whether it fits or not depends on the work."

Miranda focused her eyes on the landscape photos again. With her experience and vision, she could tell that this person had quite good photography skills.

If it weren't for this, she would have been kicked out a long time ago!

"Duke, let's go to the studio, please convince me with your creation and technology!" Miranda stood up and said to the secretary waiting at the door of the meeting room: "Andy, let the costumer, stylist and Carolina go Photography Studio!"

Ronan put his camera bag on his back: "Ma'am, you will see the artistry and fashion sense of my photography works. When you are shocked by my works, you... need to apologize to me!"

A group of people walked through the hall, turned into the corridor, came to the end of the corridor, and entered the studio.

The dressmaker and a few assistants came in with a lot of big-name clothes. For fashion magazines with enough influence, these didn't cost money at all. Many luxury brands would send a batch of new clothes every season before they went on sale.

The stylist and assistant arrive with a makeup bag.

Then, a blonde female model with a height of 1.8 meters stepped on the sky-high Shishiran walked in.

Ronan exclaimed, in Duke fashion: "Oh, an angel with the stature of a devil, wickedness and innocence combined!"

Carolina turned to Ronan, looking at him curiously: "Hello!"

Ronan stretched out his right hand: "I am your photographer this afternoon, you can call me Duke! Today will be our first cooperation, but let me tell you, your face, figure and energy can interpret any concept!"

Anyone would like to hear such compliments. Carolina shook hands with Ronan, and introduced herself: "I am Carolina, and some people call me the cover girl, because I always appear on the cover."

Little Versailles, it seems, is a counterattack to Ronan.

Ronan didn't seem to understand, so he turned to Miranda and said, "This is my interview, the photographer should listen to my opinion, right?"

Miranda said, "You have the right to suggest."

Ronan said: "Very well, I have already had an idea for photography, but it is a pity that I am short of a model with an equally good figure and face. Carolina is perfect."

He smiled brightly: "Angels and devils, can you cooperate with me?"

Carolina is very clear that she is just a puppet in the hands of stylists and photographers. This is the most basic professional ethics: "Of course!"

Before the Los Angeles fireworks show, Ronan was an idiot in this area, but the art industry that vampires have been engaged in for many years gave him two outstanding abilities-photography proficiency and artistic creation.

There are definitely differences, but they can be overcome.

On the basis of the artistic property left by the vampire, Ronan made a slight change, specially called the costumer and stylist, and said directly: "Carolina, who combines the innocence of an angel and the temptation of the devil, so today I The theme of the filmed work is called "Fallen"!"

He snapped his fingers: "For the first look, I asked Carolina to be pure and innocent like a girl next door, for the second look she was struggling between innocence and sexiness, and for the third look I wanted the temptation of the devil!"

The stylist said: "It's not difficult, leave it to me."

Don't all the female models in the industry have such a process?

Ronan nodded: "Styling and clothing, you are professionals, I only look at the effect!"

This so-called fashion inspiration actually comes from Kraven's artistic creation. Kraven made a romantic art blockbuster called "Fallen". devil.

In the first part of the filming, the heroine in front of the camera is an innocent girl next door.

Seeing Carolina gradually regaining the sunshine, health and innocence of many years ago under the control of the photographer Ronan, she nodded repeatedly with her bald head: "The ability is very good, better than the one who resigned and left."

Even with Miranda's strict request, she couldn't help but nod in agreement.

The clothes are changing, and the camera seems to record how a sunny and innocent girl transformed into a sexy stunner step by step.

"Look my way, honey!"

At the third stage of shooting, Ronan also entered the state. At this moment, his level was higher than that of Kraven, because he combined the two major abilities of photography proficiency and artistic creation, so that Carolina, who was wearing a purple stewardess uniform, posed Styling: "Press your hands on the back of the chair! Keep your waist as flat as possible, straighten your chest, and look up at me! Buttocks! Make your buttocks a bit more! Let your back, waist, and buttocks have perfect arcs!"

He felt that it would be good to mix in this business in the future: "OK! Keep it up! Keep it up!"

The shutter sound kept ringing.

As the art director of a big fashion magazine, Ping Qi saw too many styles, and suddenly felt a little hot, his throat was itchy, and he loosened his tie, and said: "This person is very good! He perfectly showed Carolina's advantages Come out!"

Miranda nodded slightly, then frowned: "Is the shape and style of the third stage too dusty?"

Ping Qi replied softly: "The theme is depravity, which fits perfectly!"

After the shooting was over, according to the arrangement of the magazine, a special person was responsible for washing the film.

Ronan will have to wait for a while. Taking advantage of the free time, Carolina is taking off her makeup. He played Duke's true colors and chatted in the past: "Your performance is very good and inspired my artistic inspiration. Today is my Creative pinnacle never before seen! Carolina, angels and demons, you are my muse!"

Carolina is also full of confidence: "Your compliments are nice, but I won't say thank you, because I have always been so good."

Ronan said on the spot: "Two outstanding people met in an excellent afternoon, fate determined by God, an excellent cover girl, should two excellent people share an excellent dinner?"

Carolina smiled and said, "Sorry, I have an appointment tonight."

Ronan was very personable: "This is really bad news, which makes this wonderful day have a bad end."

Carolina picked up a tissue, dipped the lipstick on her red lips, picked up the eyebrow pencil, wrote a string of numbers on the tissue, and handed it to Ronan: "I really like the artistic explosiveness of your photography."

Ronan put it away: "In this regard, we can discuss more! To be honest, I am proficient in 72 kinds of photography art."

Carolina was surprised: "72 kinds? So many? I'll ask you for advice another day."

After chatting for a while, the photos over there were finished, and Ronan went to the meeting room before. His photography skills came from the number one photographer of DP, a top company in the industry, and the level is quite high.

There is no problem with the photo, it was taken very well.

Even the picky Miranda recognized it more and more, and directly made a decision: "In the next issue of the magazine, we will promote this set of fashion photography on the second cover."

She thought of the key: "Duke, you must have no objection?"

Ronan said directly: "It depends on your sincerity."

Miranda said to the personnel director, "Emily, talk to him about the agreement."

This is not a full-time job that comes to work every day. When the magazine needs to shoot, the photographer will be notified in advance.

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Carolina is a model, not a magazine employee, and leaves soon after removing her make-up.

Tonight, a female comrade who joined the army together invited her to have dinner at home.

According to the agreement, I came to the house rented by my friend. After knocking on the door and entering the house, I found that there was a man inside.

A man wearing a black beret.

Having been in the army, Carolina could tell at a glance that this was a soldier.

"Scarlett?" Carolina looked at her friend.

This is a woman with long red hair. She introduced the beret: "Warrant Officer Flynn, General Hawke's subordinate."

Flynn nodded: "Hello."

Carolina frowned.

Scarlett turned around and left, giving way to the living room: "You guys talk, I'll go get something."

"What's the matter?" Carolina asked bluntly.

Warrant Officer Flynn said: "Carolina, you are also called Cover Girl. Your original name is Courtney Krieger. She has four years of military experience and is good at infiltration, disguise, assassination and intelligence gathering."

Carolina was unhappy when she heard someone calling to give up her identity.

Warrant Officer Flynn continued: "I was ordered by General Hawke to recruit you into the Bureau of Special Affairs. Your original status will remain unchanged, and you will serve as a latent agent of the Bureau at the social level to collect information for the Bureau."

Carolina shook her head: "My current job is very good and I don't want to change."

Warrant Officer Flynn has already figured out his weakness: "Modeling seems to be a good job, but unfortunately you are not a supermodel, and your actual income is far less than your expenditure. The Special Affairs Bureau will provide you with a high salary and help you pay off the loan due in two months. Bank loans to keep you from going bankrupt.”

(End of this chapter)