Chapter 417 Warehouse No. 96

Alexander Eleven's clues were cut off.

Mlanga could only go to the Sincere Brotherhood in the western district of Weiodi to seek information. These brothers and sisters of the church were very at odds with the Conlionai family in Berdalabik, and they received orders from the local church to attack the werewolves of the Conlionai family freely when they entered the territory of government departments. This seemed to be the intention of the diocesan bishop, but according to the information Mlanga has learned so far, Jeremy Busby's opinion was behind it.

Because of the large amount of donations, Jeremy Busby also has considerable influence in the church.

In order to maintain the rule of the Sacred Heart Fraternity in Weiodi, it is necessary to be enemies with those werewolves, because they even have an advantage in legal terms. At least in Berdalabik, no one will deny their authority.

Mlanga heard a sentence in Berdalabik-"Without the threat of wolves, sheep will not be happier."

The shadow from the city made the people there more loyal to Conlionai. If they had a choice, they would not come to Weiodi.

The Sacred Heart Fraternity also consciously controlled the construction of the city, allowing the northern district to gradually become deserted, and only people who were not welcomed by civilization would live there, thus creating a barrier between the northern Berdalabik and the real center of Viodi.

This level of pressure was just right, so as not to drive the werewolves of the Conrionai family crazy, but it would take more sophisticated calculations to completely resolve their threats.

The people of the Sacred Heart Fraternity may not know that the direct descendants of the old Duke of Viodi are now in Sasha City, and the Conrionais also know this.

That man has indeed lost the majesty of his ancestors in Viodi. He works under the forest spirit Grogne. Although he is still very rich, people are not afraid of him and call him "Mr. Puff" - this insulting title comes from the continuous reading of the two words Philip and Pulitzer cut from his name.

Conrionai once betrayed his ancestors, causing his family to lose most of their land and had to abandon everything and flee Viodi.

Despite this hatred, if the werewolves of Conlionai are willing to bow to him, Philip Pulitzer, who has the support of the Council of Elders, is absolutely willing and able to accept them again, give them status and identity again, and use the crime of the Sacred Heart Fraternity attacking the nobles as a legal basis to retake Viodi.

The Conlionai family led by Opiros still has enough self-esteem, but if the Sacred Heart Fraternity really hits them hard, the above situation is no longer just a possibility.

Now the Sacred Heart Fraternity is attacking the city of Sasha while putting pressure on Conlionai, and this approach is gradually making the possibility come true.

Perhaps the lack of intelligence led to such a mistake, or perhaps they knew about it, but were determined to make this war a truly cruel ending.

Mlanga didn't know what would happen next. He needed some time to rest and then make plans. Maybe he should contact Julius again to ask him what he thought of the accident in Alexander.

"Sir! Sir! Warehouse No. 96 is almost here."

The voice of the boy Joseph woke Mlanga from his deep thoughts, and he remembered that he had just received another insignificant task from his fellow believers.

A missing case, but when he described the appearance of the missing person, he already knew the true ending of the matter.

The skin changes and red eyes of the boy's brother indicated that he might have become a victim of the return of the dark moon. If he was unfortunately missing, it was most likely the work of the guards.

"What's your brother's name? I'll just ask them."

"Jack."

There is a Jack in every twenty people, and Mlanga felt that he asked a stupid question.

After turning the last corner, Warehouse No. 96 was in front of him.

It was about three stories high, with a building style similar to that of a train station, with a curved roof and two openings in the front and back. Even at night, it was still brightly lit inside, and through the front door opening, many people could be seen working by the high wall formed by the shelves.

Mlanga paused for a moment, and he saw the mark on the gold-plated sign beside the warehouse entrance.

"Basby Railway Company"

When he and Joseph stopped, two people with flintlock pistols on their waists came out and turned left, talking and laughing. Behind them, a man dressed as a cleaner dragged a corpse with no visible injuries on his head and face and threw it on the roadside at the door.

The deceased did not look like Joseph's brother.

"Hello, is there a worker named Jack here?" Mlanga came forward to greet the cleaner, and the boy followed him.

"Jack?" The cleaner looked over slowly, "Never."

Joseph looked up at Mlanga in surprise and shook his head to deny: "No, he is here"

"Then there is no one." Mlanga said to the boy. "Maybe you remembered it wrong."

The body of the ascetic monk is inhabited by the follower of the demon lord Cervantes, the perfect one. Its ability is to make him more sensitive to "defects", and the cleaner's lying level can't hide it from him at all. But since the person is dead, it is harmful to the living to delve into this matter, so there is no need to investigate it.

Anyway, the death is an unstable factor, maybe this is good for society and the family of the deceased.

The agent intends to keep things quiet, but someone else doesn't think so.

The two gunmen in front heard their conversation and suddenly turned back.

"Are you looking for Jack?"

Realizing that someone knew his brother, Joseph's face appeared on his face, but there was only an instant for this expression, and he quickly realized that they were not his brother's friends.

"But he doesn't seem to be here," Mulanga said. "This gentleman said that there is never a Jack here."

"Another one." The gunman glanced at each other, and one of them turned his head and stared at him with a smile: "Which newspaper did you get it? Or did the union call you?"

"Nothing."

The two stepped forward with bad intentions: "Maybe we should help you remember long, let you know the end of the nos in the future."

"Please casually."

Mulan opened his thin bitter clothes, opened his arms, and revealed the dense scars on his body.

The gunmen watched Mulana revealing the exhaustion of their bodies. They were speechless for a while until one of them returned to God, spit his mouth spit, and dragged his hair towards the warehouse.

"If you think that the hanging hanging before can avoid this today, it would be very wrong!"

"Let's go, go." Mulaga said, but the gunner of the railway company did not agree with his opinion.

"It's not you who said it here."

Behind them, another gunman grabbed the struggling boy and followed him, intending to handle the two people who did not know about it in the past.

It doesn't matter if the flesh is or lifelong disability. The important thing is the dignity of the company's employees.

A large amount of cargo boxes are parked inside the building, known as the 96th warehouse, and piled up high and low to form a huge maze. Here, the goods who arrived in We before the waterway will be checked for the last time, and then they are sent to the receiving location by a special person.

The two gunmen who came in with Mulang were just the tip of the iceberg of security forces here. There were more than ten times the gunmen who patrolled here.

At the top of the head, there are still some suspended iron beams on the wall, and some gunmen observe the situation below high.

This level of security is not common.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

Mulaga was alert.

The gunman inside saw that his companion dragged two outsiders and had no idea here. After a glance, he stopped watching.

"Another one? Go to the corner, don't make a loud loud as you are." - This is their only opinion.

Two gunmen pressed Mulaga and Joseph to the behind a huge shelf. As soon as they reached the dark, Mulaga turned against a boxer's temple behind Jether and fainted him. The sharp turn made the left arm that was twisted by another gunner, so the hard -working man didn't care. He just knocked down the right hand of one person and dumped back. ,,

The pain made the gunner's eyes jump out of his eyes. He bent down, Mulan turned around again, and the power of rotating his right knee smashed the face of the gunman. After a dough, he fell without a word.

The battle here is only completed in two seconds, and the gunner who patrolled by a layer of shelves did not even find that the companion had fallen.

Mulaga believed that the battle had become perfect. He turned to look at the boy, and Joseph looked at everything silently. Although his face was a bit novel, he did not scream.

Children have seen a better battle than this.

Mulaga attributed this bland response to numbness, and since the boy didn't have the habit of shouting, he would not have to faint one more person.

He bent down his waist, twisted his neck, stuffed it into a empty board box next to him, waved his hand again, and motioned the boy to leave.

Joseph did not go.

Mulang thought about it, and he didn't drive the child anymore.

This is Joseph's own decision, as long as he can bear the consequences, then Mulaga doesn't mind bringing him.

This weird two teams moved in this huge warehouse, just like playing hidden and hidden games in a maze. With the shelf shadow and the cover of giant cargo boxes, they concealed the sentry of the top of their heads, and on the first floor, The tight and compact patrol routes of many security gunmen can always be staggered by Mulana, and the staff who organize the shelves cannot notice them.

In the end, Mulaga no longer even concealed his footsteps, clinging to a security personnel, and the security personnel in front of him did not look back, still thinking that it was the voice of his companion.

However, after successful avoiding so many times, Joseph became more and more scared, because they did not leave, but instead penetrated into the maze.

The tall shelves in all directions have surrounded them unknowingly, and every fork has a hovering sound. If they are found, it will not be possible to escape even if Mulan adds a good hand.

Moreover, Joseph was looking forward to it, and he had not found that his brother had his brother.

He pulled Mulan's bitter clothes, but the latter waved his hand indifferently.

It is not important to find the missing person now, and the nightingale has stared at another goal.

In front of them, a unloading worker is holding a list point to count the goods, and there are two workers next to them. When he is completed, he finds an empty box cover and puts down the form. Come down and put it on the car next to it.

Mlanga walked forward slowly, picked up the form list naturally like one of them, looked at it for a few times and put it down again. He found the order of Basbe Railway Company, which said "metal processing", but it was specially marked with a circle by the workers here.

He looked up and compared the mixed numbers and letters on the shelf, then chose a fork in the road to walk.

Joseph hurriedly followed, and they took some time to reach Mlanga's destination.

The security force here is more concentrated than other places. Under the tall shelves, six gunmen stood around a pile of sealed small cargo boxes and guarded them without moving a step.

Mlanga did not approach. He stood in a dead corner behind the shelf, moved one of the empty safes on the shelf a little, and observed the opposite side through the gap between the boxes.

Four unloading workers pushed a cart from another channel. They lifted one of the small cargo boxes with great effort and loaded it on the cart, followed by the second one.

When they left, two of the gunmen were separated to go with them.

Mlanga waited until they were a little further away before he started moving again.

He walked quickly, and Joseph had to run to keep up with him. They walked again in the maze they had just passed through, constantly taking detours to avoid patrols, and their pace was much faster than before, just to catch up with the team of unloading workers.

When he saw the backs of the six people, the ascetic slowed down his pace and hid the sound of his movements in the other party's footsteps.

He slowly approached the other party until they were less than seven yards apart, then he stretched out his hand and wiped their backs.

The demonic barrier began to form.