Vol 9 Chapter 4: Falken

There was no particular reason for Zach ’s late arrival at the Zac race, because he first ran to the south to take a look at the basically built shipping area, felt it, and imagined the last work of a certain earth-bound spirit docked here .
Yes, I felt sentimental for a while before going to the place where the accident happened in the north.
Because the trip went late, the conflict has already happened-farmers locked Smith ’s car and goods, detained several drivers, and Ceres and his small team were stuck between the identity of the Southern District and the employer, which was completely useless .
Zac glanced away from a distance, knowing that Cyrus also saw himself, and gave his eyes, ‘what can I do in the past? ’
Ceres also looked back, "You can't do anything ..." But the expression of help is very good.
Zac received it and turned to the construction site.
It is impossible to expect to find Smith or Falcon himself at such a construction site. But Zac ’s goal is not high, and a low-level manager is just fine.
"Sir! This is the construction site, you can't just ..."
The vision of the security guard was shrouded in red, forgetting that someone was passing by.
The ground is divided by various signs, loading and unloading, transshipment, storage ... Although it is only an open space now, you can imagine what it will look like here in the future. The small disadvantage is that none of the workers who can make the imagination of the future come true. The building materials that should not be detained there are the first batch of building materials to be constructed here, otherwise how to explain that no worker is working.
Zac casually spotted a work shed made of windproof cloth and walked over. The sound had already passed into Zac's ear.
"You are bluffing, I know you are bluffing."
"Are you sure? Did you call this bluff?"
The sound of chips being pushed down. So, this is someone, uh, entertainment.
"! I told you not to turn the stage!"
"God! What's so good about this ghost soap opera!"
"Sophia has big-milk-."
"Uh."
So, someone is watching TV.
"Uh ... what are you doing? Barbecue?"
"No, hot pot."
"What is hot pot?"
"You throw everything in and cook."
"Disgusting. It sounds disgusting."
"Trust me, you will ascend to heaven."
Well, there are people promoting republican cuisine.
Very good, very good, no one is working. Zac pushed open the windshield curtain and glanced, "Who is in charge here?"
No one actually managed Zach.
It doesn't matter, Zac pointed his finger, and the pestle was on the windbreaker. Zi-la-
"Hey! What are you doing!" Not a guy who needs to keep an eye on the opponent to confirm whether to increase the bargaining chips, or a new audience who has discovered the really talented "Sophia" on TV, or a guy waiting for ascension. A middle-aged man sitting by the phone, staring irritably at Zac, "Here is ..."
the phone is ringing.
The guy was upset, "Look at this guy!" Said to the man in the room, and picked up the receiver.
Zac glanced around with his mouth, no one looked at himself. Zac almost came to the conclusion that the person answering the phone was definitely not the person in charge ...
"Yes, Mr. Falken!" The person answering the phone was tight, "Uh ... good Mr. Falken, I'll talk about it again ... I, I try to ... good!"
The phone hung up.
Zac raised his eyebrows, silently withdrew from the shed and stood beside him. It was time for the middle-aged guy who put down the phone to get angry-the content will not be repeated, but it is just to express their useless words to their men. Then, when the man came out, Zac silently posted it behind his back.
The other party didn't find Zac following him at all-don't feel unreasonable, how do we usually find someone sticking behind him?
From another body temperature stimulating the back? Breathing and exhaling is pushing the back of our head?
Zac didn't have these things.
Go towards the construction site boundary. It was Zac ’s way, except for the zero-hour wall that delineated the construction area, it was the security room where Zac had just forgotten.
"Hey! Hey!" The middle-aged guy knocked on the window of the security room. This is probably his personal habit, except for the need to add ‘sir’, it ’s ‘hey’ to everyone.
The security guard known as 'Hey' glanced over here. He obviously still couldn't remember Zac ~ his eyes didn't stay on Zac's face behind the middle-aged guy for a second. At this time, his eyes were completely uncomfortable. , "What do you want?"
"On our security contract!" The middle-aged guy's tone is even worse. "Protecting property resources on the construction site is one of your jobs !!! Now you have been detained by several farmers! It is your job to take back !! Otherwise, the responsibility is yours Yes! You have to stay with me !! "
The guard's mouth twitched, and he looked down as if he was thinking. This thought came to an end very quickly. The security guard looked up and smiled, "Yes, there is this clause in our contract, but I have not seen any farmers come in to steal or steal anything from this site. You See? Oh, when? I ’ll take a look at the monitoring. "
"you"
When the middle-aged man began to swear, Zac looked up and began to look for the surveillance on the surrounding wall.
Hey, this thing is really bad. When the vampire had no images, monitoring was a hassle. Now that there are images, it is also a hassle. You know, for reasons of immortality.
"Hello! There is no need to do this!" The security guard cast a sullen face, "Say some truth! Work is work, and if you don't return to us, you can't count on us if you scold it!" Come here, not at this site, not our responsibility! "
The middle-aged man turned a red face, and suddenly turned around, too late to express any thoughts on Zac's face that suddenly filled his vision. The horizon was already shrouded in red. Going back against Zac's body, it seems to be going back to call again.
Zach did not follow any more, but leaned into the security room and looked at the security uniform sign that was blocked behind the counter.
Raised eyebrows, a sign of Aix Security.
This is really interesting. When the security company that Falcon supported was involved in the project to protect the industry, there was such an interesting conflict of responsibility.
Zac stood and thought.
"You ..." The security guard remembered Zac, relying on him to actually check and monitor, and saw the reality of Zac entering and standing under his window at this time, which broke through the gap Zac buried in his memory, " You, how did you come in ?? "
Zac, who was interrupted, didn't mind much, but simply lay on the window sill. "I have a question. Who is the boss of Aix Security?" Of course, Zac's eyes are red.
"Aix." What a simple answer.
"Uh, who does Aix work for?"
"Falken." The same simple answer.
Zac frowned and raised his finger to the construction site, "Whose project is this?"
"Falken."
Zac shook his head, "Look, since we are already friends." Uh, Zac's usual charm pupil trick is not right, when others let their hearts out, they will always be 'we are friends', "Help me understand What is the situation now ~ Why doesn't Falcon's security company help Falcon's engineering? "
"Um ... I can't say this."
"Hah." Zack smiled, "Go to Becky for a lap, after a few glasses of wine, a few women, you still told me ~" Dialogue between good friends.
"Haha, it's ~" How lucky is it to have a friend like Zac in life, "Then you come here ~ Don't tell me about this!"
"Don't you believe my mouth ~" Zac crossed his head obediently.
"Recently, the wind direction above is wrong!" A lowered voice, "Boss, Aix, seems to be ready to do with that Falken!"
"That Falcon?" Zach's expression was full, the perfect face of the listener listening to his friend's wonderful encounter.
"Female Falcon!" Almost whispered, "Fiona Falcon!"
"Oh!" Zack surprised, "Mrs. Falcon!"
"Yes! Madam! Falken of true Falken origin!"
"Why? The Falkens are going to divorce? Aren't they, two children?" As I said just now, it's a lucky thing to have a friend like Zack.
"Huh! How can people of that family get divorced!" Entered the "friends-to-heart" mode completely, "The loss is too great! It is to fight for power!"
"What's the matter, Mrs. Falcon hasn't come out in recent years, what does she have?"
"No, but now it's almost there, Aix!" The security guard squeezed his face and leaned in on Zac's side again. "Do you remember what happened in the southeast, have we done all the gangs?"
"Remember!" Zach's glorious memory face, "I was the first person to rush to the 'General's Rest Station'! Ha, I still remember the face of the 'General'! I looted all their weapons ! "
"Oh!" The security guard blinked. "I said why I didn't see you later. You ran there." A little loophole freely played by Zack was rounded by the brain under the pupil of Enchantment. . The security guard waved his hand, "I said it was our private warehouse in the woodland at the junction of the west and north."
"There ~" Zac raised an eyebrow, and things got interesting. Remember the ecstasy and ‘Valmina’ that Boque Quinn kept there? It ’s okay not to remember, remembering the industry that once belonged to the name of Aix, it was enough to be washed by blood.
"A lot of brothers are dead." The security guard's face dignified, "Many brothers have been sacrificed to clear the southeast of Mr. Falken!" Even a little gloomy.
"So your boss, Aix, is a bit disappointed with Mr. Falken? Want to switch to Mrs. Falken?"
"Wait a minute ..." The security guard's eyes began to be confused. "You just said that you participated in the cleanup in the southeast, but you don't know the boss's indulgence in the private warehouse ...
A loophole in the brain that cannot be repaired.
But it didn't matter anymore, Zac got what he needed. With a smile on his face, "I'm not a friend ~ Hehe, you don't even know who I am, I know, I know." When the ending came down, the security guard's eyes also recovered to clear after a brief absence.
However, Zac has disappeared. What was left was just a security guard who didn't know what happened just now, and what he could not explain in his monitoring, he and a person who didn't know who he said for a long time.
There is no need for remedial matters here-based on the information that Zac has already known, even if this monitoring is deemed to be a problem by security, who will turn it in? It was Aix, it was Fiona Falcon. So, what's so worried about Zach ~ himself.
Zac then returned to the place where the conflict took place, in a farmer's yard. Several trucks marked with the Smith logo were stuck in the chicken pen of others, and were tied to the porch with a rusty iron chain. Several drivers were helplessly confined in independent tool houses that are common in the farmhouses of the Southern District. They wailed from time to time, ‘we called the police! ‘It ’s as if there ’s a phone in the farmer ’s tool house.
The Cyrus gang had already talked to the farmers about their homely state-they all knew it. A part-time squad composed of farmers from the winter break, you say. The victimized farmers are already pulling Serris to talk about the wage issue.
Ceres saw Zac coming, but at the same time saw Zac red eyes. So no suspicious actions were done, it was clever. Continue to share with the victimized farmer. "Every day, everyone will share one point up to fifty, and they may not have work. They are young, it doesn't matter, you might as well stay with your children at home ... … "
Zac approached Cyrus, motioned him to continue to speak, took the key from the farmer who talked to Cyrus, went to the tool house, opened the door, and got the key of the truck from a helpless driver. The pile of scattered feathers approached the truck and opened the cargo compartment-
"Hehehe." Zac couldn't hold back and laughed.
close. The same way, return the key, close the door, return the key, in the ear of Cyrus, "almost can go home, just a pile of cardboard."
Ceres ’s ability to control his expression ... barely works.
"Hey, I don't like to listen to you! Lao Tzu is also very young! What's wrong with fifty a day is also money!"
"That was not what I meant……"
Zac has gone far. Back to Grand? Um, no, shake it in Barton. What I just experienced proves one thing-Zac doesn't want to run this way again, only to find that this has happened in a small town for ten years, hey, little means. Shake a circle and tell everyone that they are back, let the owner of such a trifle send the information himself ~
Just press, uh, southeast, police station, city government, port of Massa, west district, Paisin, in this order ~
Let Zac go for a stroll.
I hope someone still cares a little bit about someone who is not in Barton at this time. After all, we are all humans, aren't we? Humans are the objects we need to care about.
James woke up and felt no different than when he fell asleep. Dark, bumpy, hands and feet are restrained, and breathing is blocked. How comfortable can the person kidnapped in the rear compartment ... and—
"Hey! You woke up and I called the west ~" The blurred body gathered in color, bumping against James, bumped together.
"Don't worry ~ someone came to save you ~"