The Witcher’s Nightmare Wagon

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On the Scarid family's carriage, Thomas sat there with a gloomy face, and Rafik, who was sitting opposite him, smiled carefully with him.

"Go back and contact your sister again. If she doesn't want her mother's grave to be leveled, she'd better think about it carefully."

"Sir, that Henrique...I see that the Demon Hunters respect him very much. Does the CEO hold a high position?" Rafik asked tentatively.

"That's a high-ranking position in the Bureau of Investigation. Our Lord Duke is the Deputy Director of the Bureau of Investigation. Under his command, the four chief executives are directly under his command, and this Henrik is the fifth."

"Do you think his position is high?" Thomas asked rhetorically.

"Then what should we do? Such a big man, we..."

"Big man?" Thomas sneered, "The CEO's position is indeed very high, but they are mainly responsible for extraordinary events, and their usual work content hardly overlaps with us. You don't have to worry, the operation of this country is not because of those extraordinary people. Family Sculled, he is nothing."

"Of course." Rafik nodded uncontrollably.

"You have to remember, as long as you don't get caught by them, whether it's the witcher or the so-called CEO, they're just beasts in cages, on the contrary, we're the ones standing outside watching. "

"Use your brain, we have many ways to cause trouble for them," Thomas urged.

"Then what do we do next? That Henrik doesn't really seem to be short of money, and the bank won't have much influence on him." Rafik asked.

"Impossible, we Scarid are known as the family that sleeps on gold coins, but even so, no one dares to say that they will never be short of money. Just wait and see, he will come to beg us." After thinking about it seriously, Thomas then ordered:

"Go and collect information to understand the raw materials needed in the process of telephone production and line laying, especially the more precious and scarce materials. Since you are not short of money, then I will try to control the source of the materials. Your telephone company will next how to develop."

A smug flashed in his eyes, "I think my uncle will be willing to help me in this matter." Thomas then instructed:

"Remember to send someone to send Rebecca the compensation for tonight's office early tomorrow morning. By the way, don't forget to send her a photo by the way."

"What photo?" Rafik looked puzzled.

"Her mother's tombstone."

"Okay, sir." Rafik lowered his head cautiously.

At this moment, Thomas opened the car window and glanced at it a few times, and the expression on his face suddenly changed, "Capone, this is not the way back to Scully Manor, are you confused?!"

"No, he just fell asleep." A voice came from the driver's seat of the carriage.

Hearing this voice, Thomas and Rafik's faces changed wildly, and then the speed of the car slowly decreased, and they stopped at the edge of the woods not far away. Before the two could take precautions, a figure flashed in the car, a tall man appeared in front of the two.

"Please let me go." Sigmund smiled, took off the hat on his head, revealing his bright skull, then raised his foot and kicked Rafik into the corner of the carriage, and then sat down in his original position superior.

"If I were you, I would lie there honestly." He raised his arms, the tip of the cane pierced the plank, and the sharp edge of the edge cut the skin on the edge of Rafik's cheek.

"Don't hurt me," Rafik shouted, shrinking into the corner of the carriage, trying to stay away from the stick that pierced through the plank.

"Meet again, Mr. Thomas." Sigmund smiled as he picked up the coffee pot on the table and filled the empty cup in front of him.

"What are you doing here? What's wrong with Capone?" There was panic in the corner of his eyes, but Thomas quickly calmed down.

"He's a competent driver, so I just let him fall asleep." Sigmon looked harmless, "Don't be nervous, I just came to talk to you about what you did before... "

"And what you're going to do."

"You heard it all." Thomas remained calm.

"Here is Abetus, I know that you are very popular with the Duke, but even the Duke himself cannot use his power recklessly. Everything I do now is legal, even in the face of My lord, I can say the same."

Thomas's thoughts gradually became clear, and his confidence was restored. He slowly sat up straight, "Your Excellency the new fifth CEO, you can't make me submit, what are you trying to do here? Kill me? ?"

Taking a deep breath, Thomas' eyes were fixed on Sigmon's eyes, he clenched his fists, leaned slightly and said, "The law of the kingdom is above everything else, and the majesty of the Duke is also built on this, think clearly Do it again, the power of the Scarid family is beyond your imagination."

"I tell you……"

"Clap!"

A voice interrupted Thomas's next words, and on the tea table in front of him, a thick pistol with a halo of blue light was placed there.

Sigmund didn't speak, just tilted his head and swiped his fingers through the metal on the blue rose gun. After a while, he seemed to realize something, and suddenly raised his head and glanced at Thomas.

"Go on, I'm listening."

Gollum.

The Adam's apple rolled, and the expression on Thomas' face froze, but after a few breaths, under the stimulation of panic and depression, the anger in his heart suddenly erupted.

"You dare to threaten me?!"

"Do you know me..." Before he finished speaking, the hard barrel of the blue rose pressed against the center of his forehead.

"Come on, kill me!" This night, after being hit one after another, Thomas's self-esteem bottomed out. He stood up abruptly, and roared sharply with the thick gun barrel on his forehead.

The air in the cabin almost froze.

Rafik, who was huddled in the corner, had his heart beating wildly at this time. Because of his nervousness, he was even a little breathless, but at the same time he was afraid, and at the same time, his admiration for Thomas also emerged in his heart, "Not only is it a noble birth, but such Courage, I'm far inferior."

"I've said it many times!" Thomas waved his arm, "This is Abetus, not a savage like you, do whatever you want..."

Bang!

There was a dull gunshot, and Thomas' body was knocked down on the sofa by the huge impact. He felt a numbness from the waist down, and then a severe pain that almost tore his whole body in half erupted from his lower body.

"Ah...ah...!"

Blood spurted from his mouth~www.wuxiamtl.com~ his face instantly turned pale, and he tried to open his eyes wide, and then he saw the huge blue pistol on the table.

"How...his gun...?"

His vision began to blur, and he saw another ordinary pistol in the man's hand.

"Sorry, I just didn't want to make you into meat sauce, so I decided to change it temporarily." Sigmon said with a relaxed face, and then took out a stack of neat contracts from his pocket.

"Then now, Mr. Thomas, should we have a good talk? Regarding the transfer of the manor, I think a gold pound is a reasonable price."

"What do you think?" Sigmund looked sincere.

Thomas looked messy, and spit out a shiver, "Mad, you are a lunatic!!"

"I'm going to die, but you want to talk to me about this?"