Chapter 951: The source of corruption (Part 2)
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Orc Tyrant
- Mo Ge Zhuo Gen
- 1064 characters
- 2021-03-03 02:12:23
Mountbatten is no stranger to these religious law enforcers, and can even be said to be quite familiar with it. It is said that a distant relative of his family is currently serving in the Kaimon trial.
But this does not mean that he likes them, and their behavior style, although necessary, but too extreme.
Once anything goes to extremes, it means something will go wrong.
"Yes."
Mountbatten nodded insignificantly.
"Are you alive from Kwaihara Ridge?"
"Yes."
The man tightened his lips.
"I don't know if you are good enough, or your is good enough."
"All right, maybe."
Senai stood up and put away the dagger. He dusted off the dust on his trench coat.
"I want to ask him some questions."
He turned to tell Bronz.
"If he answers correctly, things will be very civilized. If the answer is wrong, you don't want to go out from here. The wizard, whether it's you or the luck, is useless."
Bronz smiled.
"Did they change the rules? I never remember a judge who dared to threaten a major in active service in the New California Republic."
"Yes, they changed the rules, yes."
Sennay provoked her teeth.
"Trust me."
"We have no reason to believe you."
Mountbatten answered instead of friends.
The air froze at once, and the silver revolver pistol inserted by the judge in the waist shimmered in the firelight.
Suddenly, there was a crackling sound from the fire.
"I'm waiting."
Mountbatten finally broke the silence. .
"About those temples..."
Senna asked in a low voice.
"Who did you say to?"
Mountbatten frowned, and his heart was alert.
He knew what the other party was referring to, and he rarely talked about it with anyone.
Over the past few months, Mountbatten has discovered strange cases of missing residents in the jurisdiction. Although he is not responsible for local law and order, he has paid attention to those cases out of vigilance.
As a result, he found that most of these cases became headless, or blamed on the penetration of Ok.
However, Mountbatten did not believe these remarks. He took a record of Oak's activities over a period of time and found that where the disappearance occurred, Oak's activities were infrequent or even rare.
When you think about it carefully, you know that in places where Ok’s activities are frequent, residents have long since moved. Since they are still there, it means that Oak rarely visits here.
Mountbatten had always suspected that the matter was related to the activities of cultists, but he had no evidence, and those who disappeared seemed to have evaporated.
But there were no traces of large-scale population transportation on the roads and railways, Mountbatten suspected that these residents were taken to certain places, and these places were under their own eyes.
Due to the wide-ranging involvement of this matter, Mountbatten reported to his superiors several times.
Driven by responsibility and anger, he started to find those hidden detention points by himself, and it was his most trusted leader who did this
After persistently searching for more than a month, Mountbatten finally found a possible location, a mysterious altar hidden in the cellar.
Although the altar itself has been destroyed beyond recognition, and has also been raged by fire, the thick blood stains on the walls and the smelly solidified mud between the brick joints prove that there has been an evil slaughter here.
But here the cultists got the wind, they left first, leaving only a pile of useless ruins.
After this incident, Mountbatten knew that they already had their eyeliners around him, and he found that the matter of the altar had not been reported, but began to secretly contact the trial court of the old continent.
This is why he was surprised but not puzzled after seeing the judge.
He knew why the other party appeared here.
"nobody."
"Come on, you can't lie to me, who did you tell?"
"No one,"
Mountbatten insisted.
"He discovered the place and blocked the entrance for the first time. Only me and him went down. I didn’t even know my guard. Bronze knew. I knew. The commander knew. I didn’t know whether they knew or not except the secret service. It’s hard to hide anything from them."
Mountbatten turned to look at Bronz.
"You should know, does this have anything to do with what you said before?"
Bronz stared at the ground without answering.
"You mean, haven't you told anyone?"
Senna continued to question, but Mountbatten just nodded.
"What about Benlier?"
Mountbatten shrugged.
"Well, there is him. He is my superior. I should report to him about this kind of thing, but I use secret communications. He already knew."
"really?"
"Even if I don't mention it, other troops should have noticed."
"When you mention him,"
Sennay interrupted him.
"Does he seem to know this?"
"Not like."
"Not like?"
Senna nodded, and the expression on his face was a little weird. The blurred light and shadow made it difficult to tell whether he was laughing.
Mountbatten cleared his throat, and the swaying flame gradually caused him to hallucinate.
He was always nervous, as if he could see something in the afterglow, some shadows hidden on the edge of the ruins.
There is something, or someone hiding there.
"I don't know why he denies, I guess he is confused, or has his own plan, me"
"He denied it because he had no knowledge."
Sennay interrupted Mountbatten again.
"But when I reported, he made it very clear that he knew it, and notified the Ministry of Internal Affairs and the Religious Administration, I heard it."
"No, you don't."
"I heard!"
"You really don't."
Bronz said softly that he placed his hand on Mountbatten's shoulder.
"Your communication was intercepted. You were not talking to Benlier at all."
"That's impossible!"
Mountbatten said firmly.
"He used passwords and passwords, all"
"They know all the passwords and they have been listening to us."
Mountbatten turned to look at Bronz.
"Who are'them', those defenders? What the is going on?"
Bronze glanced at Senna, but the judge shook his head.
"The best of you two can make it clear!"
Mountbatten growled, looking angry.
"Old friend..."
"I'm serious~EbookFREE.me~Hurt! Explain to me immediately, what happened to the corpse in the end? Did you deliver it?"
The corpse referred to by Mountbatten was a corpse found in the altar, and it was a corpse with terrible distortion, and more importantly... this is also the corpse of a soldier of an unknown army.
This is the strongest evidence of the cultist’s activities, but Mountbatten was not assured of handing it over, so please ask Browns to hand it over to his community for investigation.
"Yes."
Bronz nodded.
"I arrived at the meeting place and gave the body to the president, but his result...not optimistic."
"I don't understand what that means."
Mountbatten snapped:
"I don't know what it means, Bronz, what is not optimistic? Is this the result?"