Kicked out of Rhodes Island, a small quilt was covered in the hole of the Longmen Bridge

"Oh, as expected of a great detective, you have deduced all of this."

"It's not reasoning... Forget it, anyway, what you mean is that the other party came to you after Mandela and signed a contract with you?"

Bai Hua parked the motorcycle aside and focused on the phone call at hand.

"Almost, it seems that you and Miss Melanza are not the only ones who appreciate me, I have another partner."

……

Bai Hua ignored Aaron's words on the other end of the phone, but began to lower her head and frown in thought.

——It's not quite right, why did that person named 'Akhmoni' appear here and contact Aaron again?

Obviously this time the task has been handed over to Mandela in advance, according to the previous action policy of the Shenchi organization, it should not let Ahmoni undertake the same task again.

Unless, the actual 'goals' of the two are completely different.

What Bai Hua thought of, although it was just a conjecture, and it was not very realistic.

"Anyway, I'm going to sign a contract with that former Miss Film, so you should go back and wait for my good news, Bai Hua."

"Signing a contract with Mandela? This sounds even more wrong--Mr. Aaron, you'd better not act now, I will go to you right away, I suspect that something is not normal."

Bai Hua's eyebrows frowned even deeper, telling Aaron to go to Mandela, which was not right no matter how you looked at it.

Gray Wolf warned Aaron not to act rashly, but the answer he got was——

"Let me refuse, you must know that time is the life of an investor, Bai Hua. I will not wait for you honestly."

"Hey...! Wait a minute—tsk"

Bai Hua was taken aback by Aaron's response, but when Bai Hua wanted to say something, she was hung up, and even temporarily pulled into the blacklist.

By now, Bai Hua finally understood why she instinctively felt disgusted when she met Aaron.

This guy might not be a bad guy, but he could also be said to be a relatively 'conscience' type of nobleman.

But here's the thing - this guy is pure egotism, and has an extremely subjective and arbitrary view of everything around him.

The highest priority of all his actions is just for "self-satisfaction", just like that restaurant, although it seems that it does provide welfare guarantees for many veterans, but he never thought about running it well from the beginning to the end, but simply enjoying it The act of wasting recreation.

Or maybe it was this political investment, he didn't think about the other party's identity and purpose at all, he just thought that "maybe it can save the Shi Huaiya family".

Bai Hua is a relatively altruistic person. Almost 8% of the gray wolf's actions are to help others achieve certain things. Of course, Bai Hua's approval must be obtained before Gray Wolf can help.

And Mandela is a self-sacrificing existence for the Tara people. She really wants to liberate the Tara people, but she doesn't know how to start.

But the person named Aaron Shihuaiya, all his actions are just self-satisfaction. The only thing to be thankful for is that this person's three views are currently very positive, so what can satisfy him is not the desire to destroy and destroy.

But because of his 'self-satisfaction', something nasty might be happening.

Bai Hua immediately turned to call Mandela.

"Dididi—how are you?"

"Miss Raphshine? Where's Mandela?"

The girl Drake answered the phone, and Bai Hua immediately asked where Mandela was.

"She left with something to do, and the phone was charging, and she seemed to have forgotten it."

"This silly cat——!"

"Woo!?"

The girl Drake was taken aback by Bai Hua, and she couldn't understand why Bai Hua was so angry.

"...I'm sorry, that, anyway, you have to pay attention to your own safety."

Bai Hua sighed and hung up the phone, then immediately sent a text message to Beyonce saying "I will find an excuse to deal with the eldest lady", then turned the motorcycle, headed towards the inner city, and set off again to track the red dot of Aaron's vehicle.

At the same time, Aaron had already arrived at a bar, and beside him was a confused Mandela who had been called over.

Because Bai Hua said that "it must be done step by step", Mandela could only respond to the second invitation from the nobleman Aaron, withdrawing from the work of sorting out information

"What do you want me to do again?"

Mandela tilted her head, completely unable to understand why the man in front of her came to her again.

"Of course to sign this document that can change Victoria's fate in the future—"

Aaron opened his briefcase, and immediately, the screens of mobile phones in the hands of many people around the bar flickered.

These 'deep pool members' who had been placed in the city-state without knowing when they started received an 'instruction' at the same time.

[Clean up Mandela and the nobleman beside him]

Chapter 225 Hanging pot to help the world, bloodthirsty quack doctor

"what?"

Mandela, who was called out by Aaron again, saw the nobleman in front of him dancing and dancing while expressing his great vision, with only a bewildered expression on his face at this moment.

"I'm a very generous person, so I don't need your apology. After all, I know very well that people who are ahead of one thing will always be isolated. As long as I can show and promote the layout I envisioned, others It doesn't matter - here it is, just sign the text here."

Aaron opened the briefcase while talking eloquently.

With the sound of the click of the lock, a certain device hidden inside the briefcase started to work.It wasn't a bomb or something infective, but a locating machine, and a small signal jamming device.

"signature……?"

Mandela blinked, and she looked at the documents that Aaron took out from the briefcase and handed to her, still looking completely confused about the situation.

When the nobleman contacted him, Mandela thought it would be done soon, and he had already thought about how to explain Bai Hua's matter to the other party in advance, so it wouldn't take too much time.

However, when Mandela actually came over, she found that the situation was different from what she had originally imagined. This guy suddenly took out a document and said, "We have re-negotiated, and we can work together only by signing." .

"But didn't I already say at that time, are you okay—"

"That's not what your companion said. She agrees with my philosophy more."

"companion?"

"Well, it's called Ahmoni, right?"

Aaron recalled the green film he was talking to and named it.

— Ahmoney?

Mandela blinked, and the unexpected name suddenly appeared, making her a little confused.She looked down at the 'contract' in her hand again. The content on it was extremely obscure, and it was obvious that Mandela's level could not understand it.

But what we need to do now is not to study what is written on this piece of paper, but to find out why Ahmoni suddenly appeared and contacted this nobleman with a problematic mind?

And that guy even said that he agreed with this person's idea, and planned to let 'Shenchi' participate in this inexplicable plan?This is absolutely impossible.

Although Mandela is a bit stupid, she is not really stupid enough to effervescent.Mao Mao quickly realized that there must be someone lying between Aaron and Ahmani.

Either this guy used Ahmoni's name to deceive himself and push forward this inexplicable plan, or Ahhmoni deceived him, and just used this reason to trick the other party to his side.

Mandela frowned, the external brain Birch seemed to have returned to the rich woman's arms at this time, so now Mandela could only think about what was going on.

——This guy probably doesn't have any channels to know about Ahmoni, and Bai Hua specifically told me to be careful about Ahmoni.In other words, she should actually be the one who did the deception!

Mandela finally made his own reasoning. After reaching this conclusion, the next step is to continue reasoning according to the corresponding process.

If Mandela is really given enough time, maybe Mandela can really figure out the ins and outs by himself.

However, without her knowing, the machine in the briefcase had already started to operate, and the track buried in advance had already begun.

"After the signing of this contract, I believe that the Shi Huaiya family will be able to stand firm in the future turmoil in Victoria! At that time, everyone will go through the changes under my leadership, whether it is the regent or others. The nobles who are staring at each other can no longer touch the Shi Huaiya family—hmm? Why is there no signal on the phone. "

Aaron did not forget to talk about the beautiful vision of the future. At this time, he suddenly found that his mobile phone lost the signal.

"Mobile phone—ah!"

Seeing Aaron fiddling with the phone, Mandela thought of something and immediately touched her pocket. At this moment, she suddenly realized that she had thrown the phone into the hotel room to charge it.

"In short, regarding this document... I need to discuss the specific situation with my companions again, and I can't give you an answer right now. Honestly, just stay with me first."

Mandela stood up and shook her head. She still couldn't figure out what Akhmony was going to do, but she knew very well that she couldn't just sign the contract in such a muddle.

Just when Mandela got up and was about to get wet without saying a word, two men blocked the way to the gate in the hotel.

"—Get out of the way, if you drink too much, go to another place to play drunk."

Mandela frowned, because she was always disturbed by troubles, so she didn't directly signal these people to get out of here.

Although seeing Bai Hua again after a long absence made Mandela very happy, but besides being happy, more troubles also emerged.

The real purpose of Shenchi—no matter what their purpose is, Mandela realizes that he may not occupy a place in the future envisioned by this organization. The so-called 'Tara people', they are not from Shenchi' goals', but mere pawns.

The leader lied to himself. No one wanted to help the Tara people get out of the mud from the beginning to the end—huh?

boom! !

A bang sounded in Mandela's ears, it was the sound of a wine bottle shattering.

"—!?"

Although Mandela is usually a bit clumsy, she is definitely not "weak" in combat.The alcoholic in front of him picked up the wine bottle next to him and threw it at Mandela. Just before his head was hit, Mandela stepped back, took out his staff and waved it, summoning a stone pillar to directly smash the wine in the opponent's hand. Bottle smashed.

"This is how your city greets you, attacking directly?"

Mandela looked at the attacker in front of him and questioned him angrily, but what he got was not a response, but a machete swung at him.

"Well!"

Keng!

Mandela raised his staff to block the enemy's slashing, and then summoned the stone pillar again like a fixed-point fort to knock the opponent into the air.

If the first attack of smashing the head with a wine bottle can be understood as "finding faults and fighting", then the movement of the opponent's machete aiming at his neck just now shows another thing: these people did not come here to find trouble, but to fight for trouble from the very beginning. Get ready to kill yourself.

Before meeting Bai Hua, Mandela, who had been on the verge of death countless times, could clearly distinguish the difference between 'anger' and 'killing intent', and these people in front of them were obviously rushing to 'kill themselves' 'Come here.

"Hey, you actually committed such a violent act in broad daylight, do you want to go to jail, stop it immediately."

Aaron on the side got up to stop him, but as soon as he got up, a crossbow arrow aimed at his forehead and flew towards him at high speed.

"Wow!? What's going on here!"

Aaron tilted his head to avoid the crossbow arrows, and there was a little more confusion in the angry anger in his eyes.

However, the fired crossbow arrows were just a 'signal', and the crossbowman got up from his seat in the corner of the bar. At the same time, beside him, there were 4,5 or [-] other people holding crossbows, machetes, daggers, staffs, etc. The person waiting for the weapon slowly got up and surrounded Mandela and Aaron directly in the middle.

"..."

Mandela was completely stunned, and the development of the situation had already exceeded the level she originally thought of 'come out and spray this mentally retarded nobleman and then go back'.

"Ah? What's going on here? Could it be that you are planning to kidnap in the urban area that our family is in charge of? This sounds too magical—woo!"

Aaron blinked and tried to explain the stupidity of their actions to the attackers, but the men just stared at each other in disgust, fingers resting on their weapons, ready to go.

——That kind of eyes... It's almost like the eyes I used to see the nobles.And they are all film, could it be... no, probably not?

Mandela noticed the eyes of these uninvited guests looking at Aaron, which was a kind of disgust and hostility from the heart, just like herself once.

"[Kill them]"

One of them gave an order in strange-sounding words, and everyone pulled the trigger and rushed over, and Mandela was a little down for a moment.

The man spoke 'Tara', a language that was once spread throughout Victoria but has since been lost due to various repressions and divisions.

In other words, these people who are shouting to kill themselves at this moment are all the reasons why they chose to join Shenchi in the first place—the Tara people.

"Woo...!!"

At the critical moment, Mandela regained her consciousness, and she quickly raised a stone wall to block the crossbow arrows, but when she was about to swing the staff a second time, breaking the stone wall into fragments and bursting out, Mandela hesitated.

These people are all his 'citizens'. Facing the attackers who are also Tara people, Mandela failed to swing his staff to attack.

She quickly summoned her stone puppet 'Malphite' to block the rushing attackers in front of her, then turned around and dragged Aaron who was more confused than Mandela, and ran straight to the back kitchen of the bar .

boom! !

The moment the two rushed into the bar, Mandela summoned and ordered Malphite to block the door. As expected, there was a dull knocking sound from the back kitchen door.

"What's going on now? Anyway, I'll contact the police first-the phone still has no signal!"

Aaron fiddled with the keyboard twice, and turned off the phone angrily after finding that it was still blocked.

As for Mandela, she thought of what Lavshine said before, this time the 'target' of Shenchi is said to be a 'noble'.

Could it be this guy?But why choose him... no, why include me?

In the contact just now, Mandela was obviously also included in the target, and it would be better to say that Mandela seems to have even higher priority.