Become a super arms dealer with the workshop system

Chapter 55 Exploding Gold Coins

In the end, he decided to ask the police chief Abel who was said to have led people to win the defensive battle.

As usual, Abel still used the indistinguishable set of rhetoric last night. Even the citizens of Boda who watched the whole battle could not see any clues, let alone the ignorant colonel.

In the end, Abel also pretended to mention Han Feng unintentionally, saying that they were responsible for different parts during the battle, and the latter "may" have some different clues.

In fact, the director even specifically asked Han Feng if he should lower the latter's sense of presence in front of Duart, so as not to be targeted by the Belgians.

But Han Feng said that it is not necessary, he has his own countermeasures.

Colonel Duart returned to the camp in a daze, and did not even respond to the concerns of his subordinates. Now all his energy was focused on how to avoid guilt as much as possible.

"Boom boom boom——"

There was a knock on the door outside.

A major under Duarte.

In the attack yesterday morning, neither of the colonel's two deputies could escape from the camp, so this major is already the second highest rank in the team.

"Sit..." Duart asked the other party to sit down habitually, but there was only an old camp bed in the room, not even a stool.

This building is the outermost edge of the entire camp, an old barracks building half a century ago, so it survived the explosion, but even the previous owner, Hamduk, didn't clean it up, so everything looks dilapidated .

Even the glass on the windows shattered in the explosion.

However, the major didn't care about these details. He came to Duart because he had just learned similar news from the citizens: "Colonel, the local people will know about this matter sooner or later. How should we report it?"

The major's question made Duart, who had been in a mess of thoughts, suddenly clear his mind. He suddenly remembered how Counselor Derivo used the media to create momentum for himself.

"How credible do you think the events described by the locals are?" Duart turned around and asked the major in front of him.

"I don't think it's credible, but..." The major hesitated for a moment: "But I asked a lot of irrelevant people, and they all said the same."

"That's right. It doesn't matter what the truth of this matter is. We will report it according to the tone of the local people. Even if the local people come to investigate, they probably won't know what's going on." Abel slapped his thigh hard.

Obviously, the Colonel has grasped the essence of public opinion building.

Of course, compared with Sir Pascal in Brussels, his skill is still far behind.

The night before, after returning to the voyage, Colonel Warden quickly reported the photos and his own analysis to Major de Jong of GISS. Before the middle of the night, the only original copy of this report had appeared in Pascal's hands.

After Pascal spent a few hours, he came up with an amazing but feasible plan. While Abel was worried about his future, the former also called Major de Jong to his mansion again.

On the skill tree of cheating, there are two branches in different directions. One is the kind that Han Feng asked Abel to use, and [-]% of the real content that can be determined contains [-]% of private goods. Of course, this [-]% is often critical.

Another one is what Pascal is good at, directly making up a big lie so big that no one can believe it, and fooling everyone except himself.

Jazz stood up, threw the report into the blazing fire in the fireplace, and then stood in front of the window and thought for a while.

The flickering fire light flickered on and off, reflecting on his side face.

"De Jong."

The Sir turned around and looked at his prospective son-in-law who had been waiting behind him. He had already made up his mind: "I remember GISS reported that many members of the Black Flag faction have been active recently, secretly recruiting people to join them?"

Major de Jong was taken aback for a moment, he did not expect that Pascal would ask such a seemingly innocuous matter: "In fact, their activities are almost public, because these people have refugee status, due to the ecological Green Party Under pressure, the police dare not do anything."

"Then... will any citizens of our country join them, preferably women?" Sir was really curious about this question.

De Jong nodded: "Yes, but not many."

"Very good, very good..." Pascal usually hates this kind of thing, but after hearing this answer today, he showed a smile: "Go and track down a few female members who joined them, and see what happened to these people afterwards what does it look like."

The major still didn't understand what Sir meant, but he didn't ask any more questions, and just saluted the other party before leaving.

Pascal then contacted his eldest son, who is working as a secretary at the Federal Ministry of Social Security.

"Oliver, I'm going to arrange a small banquet at noon today. Please help me contact representatives of several influential feminist organizations to attend, and say that I think society needs their help."

"What?" Oliver Pascal on the phone once thought that it wasn't his father on the phone. After all, Jazz had been in conflict with those people in the past ten years: "May I ask who you are and why you use my father?" Telephone?"

"Oh, Oliver, I am your dear father!"

"..."

Anyway, after some friendly father-son exchanges, Oliver finally assured Pascal that four or five relatively moderate female opinion leaders would be present tomorrow.

The so-called "moderate" means that they will not physically become one with Jazz, nor will they tear their clothes immediately after meeting and accuse Jazz of sexual assault.

After finishing all this, Pascal put on his suit and prepared to go out. He still had the most important part to arrange in advance, and this matter could not even be told to his own son, he had to do it himself.

Let the Cabinet Defense Committee change a batch of rookies and deliberately relax the uninterrupted surveillance of a sensitive target.

On the other hand, after confirming his exoneration plan, the colonel came to Han Feng's repair shop before dinner.

Now that he is close to losing his family, it may not be realistic to get back the 4 euros. The purpose of Duarte coming here is to have a confession with Han Feng.

The colonel's idea is very simple, the 4 euros will be given to you, but you have to say a few more good words to me in the future and make up a story with no logical loopholes.

However, the nervous colonel was shut down. The door of the repair shop was closed, and Han Feng was not here.

It's not that the latter deliberately left Duart alone, but that Han Feng and Abel were at the home of the former mayor at this time.

Since it was confirmed that Ruberta was an undercover agent sent by the Black Flag forces, Abel, as the chief of police, could search here reasonably and legally.

And because everyone in the local police has been injured, it is of course normal for Han Feng, who has undertaken part of the defense work of Boda, to come and take a look.

Mayor Esper lives in a two-and-a-half-story detached villa with a garden, which is much more grand than Abel's house.

After opening the door of the villa and entering the house, the luxurious decoration inside left the two bumpkins stunned.

"Damn it, I never knew that this old thing got so much money..." Abel sighed while looking around.

"Have you never been to the mayor's house before?" Han Feng took out a pair of gloves from his pocket, put them on, stretched his fingers, and put on the appearance of preparing for a big fight.

"I'm not his confidant, and he stays in the office during the day." Abel looked at the huge living room in front of him: "Where are you going to start?"

"The bedroom. If a person has any secrets, he probably won't hide them in the living room."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and went upstairs to the master bedroom, which was larger than the living room of Abel's house.

Soon Han Feng discovered that Esper and Rubeta slept in separate beds, the master bedroom only had Esper's personal things, and Rubeta lived in a smaller second bedroom.

However, considering the actual relationship between the couple, it seems reasonable.

Apart from Yannick, Abel's favorite thing is undoubtedly money, so after seeing all kinds of gold, silver and jewelry in Ruberta's bedroom, this guy's eyes straightened.

The jewelry is second to none, just a golden ornament in the drawer, if it is made of pure gold, it will probably weigh a kilogram less.

"You search here first, I'll go and see if Esper has any documents or other things left behind." Han Feng looked at Abel who got into the money, and took a few stacks of euros from a drawer calmly , and left Ruberta's room.

It's not because he doesn't like money, but according to the map shown by the radar, there is a hidden compartment in an inconspicuous corner of the master bedroom.

This design is obviously for hiding things. Considering Esper's level of wealth, the things in the hidden compartment are probably more valuable than those women's jewelry.

A few minutes later, Han Feng finally found a movable cover at the baseboard behind the bed, reached out and tapped it lightly, making a thumping sound.

The back is empty.

It was not difficult to remove the cover, and then Han Feng groped inside to find something wrapped in oilcloth.

He took it out and opened it, and it was a delicate key.

After thinking for a moment, he rolled up the euros that he had just collected from Ruberta and stuffed them in, so that if Abel finds this secret compartment later, he won't be surprised because it is empty.

"Well, did you find anything?"

When Abel returned to the master bedroom with a full briefcase, Han Feng had already put away the key, restored the position of the bed to its original position, and began to study a safe by the wall.

"Can you drive this thing?" Abel came over and asked.

"No." Han Feng said as he fiddled with the password disk on the door of the cabinet, but the safe opened directly.

"Grass, unlocked?"

The two froze together.

There were obvious traces of tampering inside the safe, and even some belongings must have been swept away before, but the stacks of files on the lower floor were still there.

(End of this chapter)