For more than a minute, Dya was ready for the sound of gunfire and the muzzle flame that would light in the darkness. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info but several trucks have been silent without speaking, and at this time, no sound came out, only the car lights seemed to be getting brighter and brighter in their eyes.

Delea pressed the horn button of the limousine with one palm, and the sound of "beep" suddenly broke the rare silence. The sound spread like a wave in all directions, drowning out the trucks after a second or two. The sound of the horn was harsh, and the rare insect chirping around it also disappeared at this time, and the moths that hit the lights were also disturbed by the sound, and the trajectory of the flight became extremely chaotic.

The trucks in front of them still didn't move, they seemed to have been embedded in a painting by hand, and they remained there forever.

"Past, but be careful!" Dyer didn't want to wait any longer, she opened the valve and drove the limousines slowly closer to the trucks, her eyes watching every move there.

Coming closer, nothing expected happened. No one in the van was left in the same situation as I had just seen it in the binoculars. Apart from silence and dead silence, there is no longer the breath of being alive here.

Deirya, who was wearing Martin boots, got out of the limousine and walked to the side of a van with the sound of "da-da". She saw something on the side of a pair of heavy tires, a pistol, with a polished symbol of Rox's faction.

She picked up the gun and examined it. The safety bolt was opened, and it was loaded, but the correct number of bullets in the magazine did not fire.

Delea looked left and right, and was looking down to think about what would happen here, when a cry came from the other side.

"Boss, here!" her men exclaimed, waving their arms violently at her, signaling her to hurry over.

"What's wrong?" Dyer asked, frowning as she quickened her way there.

"Here, here, it's Rox!" the subordinate spoke a little fluencingly, because he didn't know how to express what he was seeing.

Dyer saw the expressions of her subordinates, and she already had the answer in her heart in the next moment.

Inside the spacious cargo box, there were more than a dozen corpses neatly placed, and Rox's not yet stiff corpses were among them.

Jumping onto the cargo box, Dyer examined the dozen or so corpses one by one. Except for Rox, who didn't die because his neck was pinched and crushed, everyone else died from this cause.

There is also a clear mark there, because the force of the hand is too large, and the purple marks that appear from the bruising of the subcutaneous tissues are reflected, and the outline of the two palms on the left and the right are roughly outlined.

I pressed the necks of several people, and my fingers sank in completely unhindered. Beneath the intact skin, the palm of the hand was much more damaging than Dyrea had estimated.

Standing in front of Rox at last, Derya looked at Rox, who had not closed his eyes, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, and the fatal wound was a punch to the heart. The shock of force had completely destroyed the heart, and the broken ribs had pierced into it, and the lungs in the chest had been shattered by the hard, sharp ribs.

The time of death was not long, and Dellya's fingers could feel the temperature of their corpses about the same as that of ordinary people. But there was no sign of the murderer here, and the slave Lena had disappeared along with her. The radio generator, of course, was also taken away. Aside from the palm contours left on those corpses, Dyar didn't have any valuable clues about the person who killed Rox.

"Who would be interested in that slave? Even if you don't look at the deterrent power of the forces behind Cross, but in this Brino, as long as you have a little eyeliner, you know that no matter who Lena buys her, it will eventually come down to Franry. snatched Lina away here, although on the surface it only provoked Rox's side, but with Franry's current temperament, he must not just let this matter go. She is Sila's older sister, and Francri may be more interested in her than Sila. Dya had her men get in the car and leave, and on the way back to the Exchange Building, she sent a message to Francory.

It was an old man who received the communication, and Delya knew by the sound that it was the butler by Franry's side who helped with the chores. After exchanging a few polite words with him, Dyer told the butler in detail about Rox.

"Thank you, Miss Delea, I think Master Francory will be interested in this news. The housekeeper said, "I will inform the young master of this matter, the party will be held in the near future, and I also ask Miss Delya to prepare in advance, the young master told me that Miss Dela is very welcome to come and attend." And the conditions of Master Franry, Miss Delya, you see、、、"

"I'm just here to tell you today, I don't want to accept any conditions from Master Franry, I hope you can be clear, old butler Perricon. Delea's face turned cold all of a sudden, and the words that followed were close to a word, and without waiting for Perricon over there to say anything, the radio connection between the two was cut off.

As soon as the "Boss 、、、" hung up the microphone, Deyra's subordinates shouted out, their faces full of sadness.

"Needless to say, I know what you're trying to say. If we are really given up by the above, it is a big deal that we will leave Brino. The empire and the gray area are so big, there are many more places to go, don't worry. Derya picked up the speed of the limousine, "Now go back to the Exchange House and buy some things to make the necessary preparations." ”

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Perricon stood next to the communication machine with a microphone, and was just about to say something in his head when his thoughts were completely interrupted by the electronic noise coming through. Swinging the microphone back, he turned to look at the young man sitting not far behind him.

"Master, look 、、、," Perricon asked, approaching Francory's side.

"It's expected, Dellya's personality is like this, isn't it the same when I first met her?" Francie chuckled at the corner of his mouth, "Leave this matter aside for now, and wait until the party to deal with it." I'll leave that matter to you, and I hope to get a satisfactory answer before the day of the party. ”

"Yes, young master. Perricon said with his head bowed. Then he looked ahead, and on the soft, dark brown carpet, there was a kneeling man, his whole body bound tightly with a thumb-thick soft steel cable, and covered in blood. The man's consciousness had become weak, and at this moment a pair of blood-stained eyes were staring fiercely at Flori in front of him, and intermittent gasps came out of his nose. (To be continued.) )