Druid of Conan World

"Okay, boss."

……

However, Boss Senyu did have a serious business to go out this time.

Now that Belmode is still there, then...

You have to find the other party first!

The magic pet crow has been thrown out, but as a witch with a thousand faces, Belmode must have disguised herself to a certain extent even if she went out in female clothing. It is conceivable how much trickery can be seen with the crow's eyes alone.

But it's even more irrational to spread wolf spirits on a large scale, and even that fool will notice something is wrong.

Fortunately, this is his base camp, London, where even the boss of the winery is afraid!

He is here, not just a simple past tense...

Zizizizi!

Not long after, a black Porsche 356A was parked outside an alley on Baker Street.

In the driving seat, Barr got out of the car in the rain first, and then went to the back door to open an umbrella.

"Boss, here it is!"

"Well, I saw it." With the voice, black leather shoes stepped out of the car door.

Marlon Brando, the underworld godfather in black trench coat, black gloves and black hat, just got out of the car biting his cigar.

The leather shoes splashed water on the stone brick floor all the way, and he glanced into the alley. Diablo, code-named the Dreadlord in the "Seven Devils of Hell", and Mephisto, the King of Hatred, were waiting for him under the heavy rain.

In front of Mephisto and Diablo, a man knelt on the ground, his eyes were drenched by the heavy rain, and he looked up tremblingly.

"Mr. Bai...Mr. Brando?!" After seeing clearly who was coming, the man seemed to be in disbelief, and asked with wide-eyed eyes.

"When did you come back?"

"I just came back for a while. I was afraid of causing trouble to the police, so I didn't notify anyone." With Barr holding an umbrella, Mori Yugoji didn't need to think about getting wet at all.

At this moment, he walked over and took out a photo from his pocket, and asked in a familiar tone.

"So... you've seen the woman in the photo?"

The woman in the photo was not Belmode.

...at least in terms of looks.

It's a pity that Boss Senyu never recognizes people but faces. After getting the news, he directly found the existence from the surveillance video that was exactly the same as the measurement data in memory.

Then, combined with the scent information told by Baa Baa, it is easy to lock the target.

"Yes... yes." The man couldn't help swallowing, begging.

"But I swear that I didn't betray you. I really didn't know that suspicious people came to my territory... Please, don't kill me."

As a London native gangster, no one knows the horror of the White Bird Gang better than Charlie, who has been in Baker Street for decades!

It's not that the police don't want to do things that even they think are problematic, but they really can't find any problems.

If the man in front of me wants to kill me...

I'm afraid, the same is true.

"Really?" Mori Yu just laughed to stop Mephisto from taking out a knife to cut off his ear with a wave of his hand.

"But why do I hear that you have recently added a large sum of money to your bearer account in Sweden, old Charlie?"

"You haven't expanded your site in the past six months. You can't earn that much in a quarter because you only live on Baker Street."

Gollum!

The man shook again, and explained with a bit of anxiety in his unwilling heart.

"That...that was the last time I went to Las Vegas to win!" He didn't dare to ask why the other party found out his unregistered account, and he just wanted to clear up the suspicion at the moment.

"Really, you can check it out. This incident happened last month. The hotel should still have my check-in record."

"Well, I know, I believe you." Mori Yugangji squatted down and kept eye level with him, said.

"But they don't believe it."

"Because they have arranged people to monitor you all the time, including you sleeping with two women every night in Las Vegas without repeating this."

Old Charlie gasped sharply.

"It's not surprising, isn't it?" Gouji Morimu spat the cigar-flavored smoke into his face.

"They are my bodyguards. If protecting me needs to be arranged on my own initiative, what do I need them to do?"

"..."

"As for the surviving gangs in London who are unwilling to surrender or object to maintaining neutrality, there are only a few of you in total."

"So..." Under the man's frightened and tense eyes, Goji Moriyu was full of disappointment.

"You really make me sad, old Charlie."

"We were originally friends."

"She taught you these excuses. Even if I don't use the eagle's eye, I can still find the problem. I'm just fooling you, a fool who sees money and takes chances."

"Don't use your brain before doing it. They don't have the confidence to avoid my revenge, so they come to you for help, how about you?"

"what do you have?"

"I……"

Pfft! !

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, a knife stabbed him in the neck.

The gushing blood quickly dyed the cuffs red, and Mephisto looked calm as if he was processing the ingredients, holding the knife and turning around the neck along the bone seam.

Pfft!

The corpse was convulsed in a pool of blood, and the head hung by the pieces of meat opened and closed like a dry fish's mouth.

But he didn't yell out any sound until the rain washed the blood away into the sewer.

"All you have is an ability that doesn't match your ambition...and a pair of eyes deceived by the survivor's deviation." Mori Yugangji shook his head and stood up, taking out a handkerchief to wipe the blood splashed on his face.

Turn suddenly.

"Oh yes, one more thing."

There was a door on the left in the depths of the alley, and there were seven or eight male and female subordinates kneeling inside at the moment, all staring at him with pleading eyes.

He looked at them and shrugged.

"In the next life, remember that you will only answer whatever I ask... If you can't hear clearly, there is no need to keep it."

"..."

"Wow!!"

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Diablo took out his pistol and started indifferently, shooting a group of people one by one.

"Hmm...and take a long-term view when you are with the boss in your next life." Speechlessly added the last sentence, Senyu just glanced at the embarrassed Diablo, turned around and walked towards the Porsche.

At this moment, Barr received a call and saluted respectfully, and said, "Boss, we have already found out the hiding place of the other party. Room 302 of the Budweiser Garden Hotel in Islington District shows that the check-in information was checked in the day before yesterday, but The citizenship system can't find him."

"Then you don't have to go, take your weapon and follow me." Standing by the car door, Mori Yugangji looked up at the sky and said after a pause for a few seconds.

"Then inform the White Bird Gang to talk to the remaining leaders of the gang, and ask them when my order can be treated as a legal word game!"

Gollum!

Barr nodded timidly.

"Yes!"

Barr, who has been with the boss since the establishment of the White Bird Gang, knows very well that the calmer the man's voice, the bigger the problem!

The gangsters of London are in trouble!

It's a big deal!

The abdicated emperor is useless?

No, that's called Taishanghuang!

Chapter 133 Chapter 20, The Forsaken

If Shiliang can't find out the problem, is there really no problem?

Is the past of the White Bird Gang really that clean?

It is impossible to think and know.

There is no place in the primitive accumulation of capital that is not stained with blood, and it is an elegant way to say that drinking blood like a hair.

Just when Senyu started to clean up these wastes that dared to disobey him after not seeing him for half a year, on the other side of the Thames River, it was a few kilometers away from the "London Eye".

In a building with white walls, a group of people are holding a secret meeting.

"Once old Charlie dies, his grounds will be vacated, and we need new trustworthy men to take over the management."

The conference room was extremely dark, with only the clouds and mist spilling from the floor-to-ceiling windows through the glass.

On the oval conference table, an old man opened his eyes and looked at the man holding the cross who spoke first, and said softly, "I'm not interested, you can figure it out."

"You" means there are other people besides him.

There are more than 5 seats in the spacious meeting room, but it's weird that the only [-] people in the room didn't take their seats one by one.

They sat in several seats apart from each other irregularly, as if there were still people in those vacant seats.

The tall arc-top chair backs combined with the dim light in the room made those seats look like black tombstones, quietly staring at them.

After a long silence, a black-haired man sitting four seats away from the old man nodded: "Then I'll go."

"He asked me to hack into the citizen information system to investigate a woman. Anyway, it was all through my hands. If there is any trouble after that, I will bear it alone."