Guilty Records

The deadly clock was ticking, and sawdust was flying across the floor. Before Wilson could even react, he was already kicked to the ground by Galie, who snatched the pistol from him. People rushed to control all the police, and the police station at this moment has become a fish on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.

Neil snapped his fingers, and immediately moved the big leather chair to the center. Louis Anjou sat on the chair in a neat suit with his legs folded, and said indifferently: "Cut off all access lines, lock the doors, windows and It's an underground passage, I don't? I don't want to be disturbed by...irrelevant people coming in during the operation."

Wilson Fergus barked like a mad dog on the ground because he was not injured.

"Let go? Me! Are you going to rebel? Are you? Bringing people directly here to slaughter, you rude lunatics? The police station is under the supervision of the royal family. If you do this, the queen will let you go Yes! You can't hurt me!"

Morrispi laughed meatily, "No? Who made the rule that it can hurt you? That woman can't take care of herself now."

So at the same time, management? Evans from the other side of the police station led people here!

He and Wilson have always been at odds, and each of them has a tacit agreement not to invade each other's territory, but tonight there are frequent sounds of fierce fighting in the hall, but he is annoyed by Wilson's pig brain? He was sleepy, but the scene here was shocking, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

"Here, you..."

"Louis Anjou, it's you!"

Evans has already contradicted his words. You must know that the police station symbolizes the absolute authority of the government, no? Some people are willing to deliberately cause conflicts with the police. What a pity, the Anjou family's earlier occupation of the city of London was already an extremely daring and presumptuous act. Who would have thought that he would dare to come to the police station.

Neil and the others blocked the winding stairs in the hall, and didn't even let them get down. The two sides were in a stalemate, and Evans was even a little at a loss.

Louis glanced upstairs, there was no ripple in the cold green light, his eyes moved down to the dead dog on the ground, "Where is the man?"

Evans didn't understand what he meant. Seeing the situation, Neil stepped forward and said with a smile, "Mr. Evans, this is a personal grievance between the Anjou family and Wilson Fergus. I advise you not to worry about it." thing."

The development of the matter was unimaginable. Evans wanted to say something more, but his assistant, Richard, grabbed his arm and shook his head to stop him from doing this.It's funny to say that Wilson is still looking at him with a faint pleading in his eyes when he usually fights against the enemy who speaks viciously.

Louis is a person who never speaks for the second time. Gallie stepped forward with a whip and whipped it twice. This kind of torture whip is heavy and big, full of barbs and curved hooks. People who went down were so happy, the fat layer in the body quickly cracked.

Wilson was hot all over, rolling on the ground for the whole life? As if dead, he wailed, "Who?"

Morris walked towards him, opened the wooden box in his hand, and dumped a box of gold bars on him. The golden and blindingly huge wealth was poured out in front of everyone. The gold collided with the ground and made a crisp sound. It's green, this is the gold bar he personally took out from the bank and handed over.

He was sweating profusely in pain, gritted his teeth and said, "So you were looking for your concubine, huh! Go to hell and look for him. I killed that yellow pig, and it has been thrown into the sea. You go to salvage him now. I can't even find the body, probably it has been eaten by sharks. If you have the ability, you kill me? Kill me, you don't even know where he died in the sea."

Neil and the others were startled, and looked at Louis Anjou in fear.

At this moment, Evans on the second floor understood what was going on, and hurriedly pressed down on the handrail with his hands to stabilize, with a look of fear on his face...Wilson, a lunatic? Go kill Lin Su?No wonder Louis Anjou, who has always been prudent and precise, made such a big move in the past two days. So he was looking for Lin Xu?crazy!Everyone? Crazy!No? Who has a little more? Rationality!

I thought he was only doing slave smuggling, didn't he? I thought he would provoke Lin Su.

Evans backed away half a step since I gave up. He didn't know what it was like, but he knew it very well. He was completely out of it.

Hearing Wilson's threat, Louis stared at him calmly with a blank face. His eyes were filled with danger and murderous intent in the silent air, and he said with absolute certainty: "You are lying."

Louis's attitude is definitely not right? He is afraid of intimidation, but Wilson can't understand it. He is afraid to look directly into these burning and empty eyes. Clue, let me tell you, even if you kneel down and beg me, you won’t? You won’t be able to find his body for the rest of your life! Louis Anjou, you’ve killed me for so many years, wait? Die.”

His rough voice echoed in the wide hall. In the end, a sentence echoed infinitely in the ears of everyone. Louis is a respected and revered existence in the family. No one has ever insulted him like this. Some things they even think about? No? The spiritual belief was slandered by others, and many family members responded with cold eyes, and even the assistant, Richard, clenched his fist and snorted coldly.

Louie: "I never? Thought you could get the answer straight away, but my time is precious."

Wilson looked at him suspiciously.

Louis said indifferently, "I heard that there is a punishment room behind the police station. There are skinning knives, electric chairs, chisels, chains and whips. There is even a meat grinder. It is really rich in tools."

"Morris."

Accepting the instruction, Morris looked at Wilson and sneered. This was the ridicule and irony of the superiors. He stepped on his shiny black leather shoes and walked towards Wilson step by step with a sense of coldness. It's like the sound of the judge coming to judge.

Morris is a knife that is bound to see blood when it is unsheathed.

Wilson was completely pale. He was mainly in charge of interrogation at the police station. He knew exactly what kind of place it was. He had pulled out the intestines of many people there. Today the roles were reversed, and he became the kidnapped The man on the gallows, he flinched back in horror, "No... no, no, you can't do it, my government officials..."

I want to run away, but there is nowhere to run...

In the end, he was grabbed by the collar and dragged all the way into the execution room like a dead fat pig. Almost all his men were dead. Before the iron door of the execution room was closed, he looked at Evan like a beggar. Evans, but Evans is a smart guy with a brain, and he will not take the initiative to cause trouble for the enemy.

The wind is a howling devil at midnight, like sharp nails scraping on iron plates, hissing like a scalp-numbing sound.

All the hands and feet on the scene were more or less contaminated with human life, but this is the first time I have experienced the weird and frightening scene.

The punishment room is so far away from the hall, the sound of the howling wind and the screams of people begging for mercy are combined into one mass and passed into the ears. At that time, the weak and sometimes high-pitched and piercing sound is no longer like the structure of human organs. By the way, no one is curious about what is going on in the secret room, but hates that they have grown ears.

Louis sat in the hall expressionlessly, drinking tea casually, turning a deaf ear to his surroundings.Any big move by him can cause restlessness on the second floor. In their hearts, the name Louis Anjou is deeply equated with Satan.

Afterwards, even Evans couldn't hold back his spirits. His face was pale and his lips trembled unconsciously. The legs of the little policemen behind him were shaking like noodles, and they were weak and about to faint at any time. ?someone has the guts to ?leave?.

They didn't know how long it had been, perhaps longer than centuries, before something moved on the other end.

The iron door opened? He stumbled and vomited loudly. Jialie is also a ruthless man. He was blowing the cold wind and throwing up crazily. He wanted to vomit all the food he ate last week. Come out, he swears on his lover's life!He no longer wants to interrogate prisoners with Morris!

And Morris didn't delay, and came to report, with a few smears of blood on his body, and he pulled his collar like an educated scholar.

"The question came out. Mr. Tang is not dead. He was sent to Lancaster Castle at eight o'clock yesterday."

"The whole story is that Mrs. Mary and him planned secretly. Mrs. Mary promised to give him a huge reward, and even the police station will be in his hands."

Hearing this familiar name, Louis's eyes were bleeding, and he read carefully: "Mary Roberts..."

This woman who intertwined half of his life has had a profound and far-reaching influence. He has a very good memory, and can even clearly remember every detail of the house he lived in when he was a child, every taste, and the smell of rotting corpses, but... Don't you get busy often? I am willing to remember.

It turned out that when Tang Zhibai was by his side, after being in heaven for a long time, would a real person forget that there was still a dark hell behind him? He secretly planned to spy.

After getting the answer, Louis stood up, followed by a large group of people? He left? Before going out, he looked back at the second floor indifferently.

"Kill all of Wilson's people, take your hidden people out of Clinton, let Alyosha take care of his people, he knows what to do."

After the people left, Neil and others dealt with the traces behind.

"Clean up all the bloodstains? Can't the gun marks be eliminated? The walls are all violently demolished, and the documents are burned! The records of Wilson's bribery are left behind. In tomorrow's newspaper, can't the name of the family or Mr. Anjou appear? Did you hear that? ?have……"

And Evans stood on the high platform, cold? Ding was frightened? He broke into a cold sweat, but in just a few seconds, he seemed to be wandering at the gate of hell.

He originally thought that Louis Anjou was a vicious person who would predict the situation but had at least a conscience, so they needed to use Anjou's influence to accomplish things. In recent months, he has been sending messages intentionally or unintentionally. Hiding in the Clinton district was a trade-off.

The Anru family didn't pay attention to it, and it was originally regarded as a tacit agreement that the deal between the two parties was concluded.

But Evans realized today that he was wrong, very wrong...

Louis Anjou really didn't care about it. Once he made a move, he would be as shocking as he is today, and this is his method.

Louis Anjou is a soulless devil, he just needs the sheepskin to show his hypocrisy.

After leaving the police station, the morning sun broke through the sky, and the intersection between the bell tower and the distant mountain had already appeared light.

Jialie stepped forward and opened the car door respectfully. Triss, the servant in the villa who has been taking care of Ximo, hurriedly brought a few people over. Her face was pale, and she handed Louis a big wooden box.

Louis silently opened it? It was a blood-stained black thread neatly placed in the center of the box.

Jialie was surprised, only Mr. Tang and Mr. Anru had black hair among all of them!

Triss rushed to pass the news, probably because she was worried that something bad happened to Tang Zhibai.

Louis was very calm. He took off his gloves, picked up his hair with his bare hands, and let the blood stain his palms. The hair was soft. He approached and sniffed lightly. The soil accompanied by the cold breath of blood and the fragrance of the hair itself entered in his head.

Louis recognized clearly and familiarly that this was Tang Zhibai's hair and blood.

Jialie was very anxious, "Mr. Anru, the situation is very bad now, what should I do?"

Louis squeezed his hair tightly, his eyes were icy cold, and the ice swept across like a prairie fire. He said coldly, "Mary Roberts, she is trying to provoke me."