Don’t raise unruly people in extreme cold weather

Chapter 518 Searching for the Evil God Sect
In a store on Beloberg Street, the owner is stocking the shelves.

Although the supply of materials is tight now, he can still get some good goods that are not available on the market through some connections.

Of course, these good things will not be displayed blatantly on the shelves. Only those familiar customers who know the store well know that there is another shelf under the store where the real good things are.

Such shops are not uncommon in the North. Although the Northern authorities once carried out a large-scale cleanup operation and cracked down on large-scale smuggling activities, this kind of petty theft underground black market has never been banned.

Even the Shelby family, who the store owner hooked up with, were rumored to be white gloves supported by the Northern government.

The shop owner did not comment on this. Although the Shelby family did have some connection with the police station in Beloberg, and the police often turned a blind eye to them, could it be said that the Shelby family was the white gloves supported by the North?

The shop owner didn't quite believe it, because the Shelby family's influence was too small, so small that it had nothing to do with the topic of official support from the North.

He admitted that the Shelby family's business was indeed very big, and there were family members in several major cities in the North, and their network and channels also covered these cities, but that was all.

The core members of the Shelby family are only 20 to 30 people, and the entire gang's official members may only number 300 to 500 people.

This is because they still have some status in the North. In Langton, a gang of this size can only be called a small gang.

Therefore, the shop owner felt that it was impossible for the Shelby family to be supported by the Northern government. If the government really supported it, the Shelby family would have developed long ago. Why would it be so small in scale?

If he had official support from the North, let alone the smuggling business, he felt that he could open stores all over the North and spread the belief in the God to every corner of the North.

Thinking of this, the shop owner who had already sorted out the shelves remembered that he had not prayed to the gods today, so he put down the rag in his hand and turned to the back of the store.

There is a rather narrow space behind the store, which the owner converted into a place similar to a temporary small warehouse. After all, a store like theirs doesn't buy a lot of goods, so they don't need a warehouse that is too large.

In a corner of this small space, the shop owner made a secret compartment, which is usually blocked by cargo boxes and cannot be seen. When he needs to pray to the god of his faith, he will move the cargo box away like he is doing now, and then pray to the gods.

But today there seemed to be some surprises. Before he opened the secret compartment, he heard someone outside shouting, "Is the boss here?"

Hearing the shout, the boss hurriedly moved the cargo box back to its original position, covered the secret compartment, then picked up a piece of goods and walked out.

"I'm coming! I was just moving goods. Sorry, what can you guys do?" The shop owner came to the front store and his eyes suddenly tightened.

He saw an ecclesiastical judge standing in his shop, along with a sheriff of the police and a knight wearing a white wolfskin cloak.

Behind them, a whole team of judge knights equipped with steam knight armor were lined up outside the store, seemingly blocking their own store in a siege posture.

This made the shop owner's scalp tingle, as this was obviously not the right posture for checking smuggling.

Could it be that his worship of the God and the spread of his sect's beliefs had been discovered? As soon as this thought came to his mind, the shop owner's skin tightened.

But he still maintained his composure on the surface, and asked in a half-pretended, half-real panic: "My lords, what has happened to our store? Why do we need you to make such a big fuss?" Looking at the store owner in front of him, the judge looked at him with a playful look, and said sarcastically with a sneer on his face: "Don't you know what you have done wrong?"

Hearing this, the shop owner's heart skipped a beat, but he still said, "You are joking, Judge. At most, our shop has some things that shouldn't be in it, but it's not necessary to trouble several gentlemen to come here together!"

Hearing this, the sheriff on the side couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat and snorted, "So you're also involved in smuggling? It seems that I don't do my job well enough! This kind of thing actually happened under my nose. If I hadn't received the tip-off, I would have been killed by you!"

Thinking of this, the sheriff was even more devastated.

He was just a sheriff of a small police station, responsible for patrolling a street, nothing special about him.

If there are people smuggling in the area under your management and you haven't noticed it, then it's not a big problem. At most it's due to lax supervision and you can just give a few scoldings and that's it.

But today, the Inquisitor and the White Wolf Knight came together and asked for joint action, saying that there were signs of activities of the evil cult in the area under their management. This made the sheriff's back wet.

Who doesn't know what the evil god sect is? This thing appeared in my jurisdiction, isn't this going to kill me?

If this really happened, he, the sheriff, would be nothing! When the fight started, any stray bullet could kill him.

Not to mention the subsequent accountability, as a key front-line personnel, he would probably not be the first one to be singled out and taken the blame.

So the sheriff was feeling scared and hated the shop owner at the same time.

This made him so excited that he wanted to pull out his gun and shoot the thief.

However, the shop owner still wanted to argue, and said: "It's unfair! Our shop really just bought some goods that shouldn't be bought, there is really nothing else! Our shop really didn't do anything! Please believe me..."

"That's enough! We'll know if you're innocent after we search the house!" The sheriff shouted, interrupting the other party's explanation. He took out a search warrant and slapped it on the shop owner's face: "Search warrant! Don't say I'm trespassing! Come on, search the house!"

Outside the store, the police who had been waiting for a long time rushed into the store and started rummaging through the drawers and cabinets.

The shelves that the store owner had just tidied up were turned into a mess, and some things were even thrown directly onto the ground, causing the store owner to scream in pain.

But then he shut up because the sheriff actually pulled out a pistol and put it to his head.

Then, with a look of nervousness, grievance, and hidden guilt on his face, he watched the group of police officers rush into the back of the store.

This made his heart rise to his throat. If the secret compartment and the statue of the god were discovered, he would be speechless! His death would be a small matter, but it would be a big deal if he missed the sect's important event.

However, before he could think of a solution, he heard the police rushing in and shouting, "Found something!"

(End of this chapter)